The piles of odds and ends had been scattered arbitrarily along the quarrel of table at the old geezer mall. Stephen makes is way down the course hoping to find 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 year and distracted her from every really letting him enjoy the end of school.

As the rubble brace on for stat mi in this cramped warehouse of a fund, a sudden shiver on the back of Stephen's neck had him spin around. Along the spinal column bulwark near the uttermost corner set a bunch of what looks to be some old-time detail from northlands or something. As Stephen moved close to the board it was the wooden looking mask that captured his attention.

The dull nag color wood had a alloy worn nose guard centered between the eye twat. As if drawn by an obscure voice Stephen lifts it from the table to his human face. Unnoticed by Stephen an senior lady moves up behind him."Finding everything Sir,"she asked. Stephen nearly drops the mask before turning to bet at her."I think I found what I'm looking for ”, he answers back.

Stephen had for the past times 12 years, from when he was six year old, been getting his female parent odd gifts for her natal day. This would be one of the peculiar gifts he thought while paying the three dollars and nine cents. The teller was a large looking man, with the intricate details of a tribal tattoo of some case painted over his typeface blending into a replete beard. Stephen thought little of all of this as he made his way home.

The time went by with no further thought of the mask. Stephen put the masque into a box and wrapped it in a brightly pink wrapping paper. Hiding the object in his loo until his mother's birthday. The day approached along with the end of Stephen's eminent school daylight. A prison term he knew was going to cause his mother to be more destitute and a little obtuse with what Stephen wanted to do.

Stephen was sitting at the kitchen table when his mother walked in. Margaret stepped into the kitchen with a smile. Her frame was about five foot two, short red hair's-breadth that did not match due to the fact it was dyed. Her nose did accept a fiddling cute turn up and heart almost a shade of dull Green River that was on the cusp of being reasonably. Her diminutive body would probably have reached 110 pounds on a showery day.

The small pink box that set on the tabular array caught her eye instantly."Stephen you remembered,"Margaret mumbled. Her birthday would mean the start of summer break. That time where she and Stephen would be able-bodied to laze around the house more often and drop some quality fourth dimension together. Ever since Stephen's father passed away from a work-related accident, she felt like it was her duty to be both a fun-loving sire, and a nurture female parent. One was far easier 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 gaffer and odd items, but was blown away by how interesting this mask appeared. Its gloss reminded her of a Vikings gravy holder or along that line."Where did you get this Sir Leslie Stephen ”, she said lifting it up in her hands and looking it over. Stephen just shrugged and seemed more interested in finishing his breakfast. Slowly Margaret lifted the mask to her face. As it caressed her tegument her eyes blink slowly and then pulls the masque away."I love it ”, she finally exclaims.

As Stephen nodded, she leaned over the board and kissed her son on the cheek. Something Stephen felt was a little too personal and had to tend away to head off the kiss lasting longer. The balance of the day was spent cleaning and finishing laundry while Stephen was at school. Margaret found a place right next to her bed that seemed to let the mask sit comfortably."I 'll go away you here for a piddling while ”, Margaret mused while she finished making her bed.

night time had just fallen on their little sleepyheaded townspeople and Margaret was worried about Stephen. He was known to give ear out a few prison term with his friends, but on her birthday. She slowly laid on her bed and was starting to experience lonely. It was so long ago that she was with her husband and had yet to even get going dating. Her heart closed and epitome of mortal that looked like him started to fill her mind. She decided it would be alright as she was alone.

One hand slid down her consistency and came to rest along her belly. Rubbing a pocket-size circle around her belly button before traveling further. Her nighttime pants waist dance band provided no resistance to her hand as it moved down and she felt the familiar spirit tingle of touching her woman. She giggled to herself at how she found it kind of exhilarating to think unlike scenarios with that special somebody. Margaret opened her optic once and saw the mask, wondering how it would look on her while she lay in bed.

The weight of the mask felt heavier as Margaret lifted it up and brought it to her facial expression. Her other helping hand still down on herself slowly moving in tenuous circles. When the Ellen Price Wood touched her hide, a sudden might seemed to flow over her physical structure 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 marvelous, growing an extra five inches. The Night clothes had combined into the most barely clad blue night dress she could ever conceive of. The small-scale white meat which hardly had need for a bra where pressing to the limits of the dress. Killer reduplicate D's that leaning over even a bit let the summit of larger ring of color peek out. Her manpower ran down her thigh and back to her ass which pushed out to provide the buns of a goddess.

The mask itself was pulled smooth and close along her pelt over her face. Margaret could see her hair was sticking out the spine in a boozer long ponytail that had the top dyed green. A smile crawl over her face before she lifts up each breast in her helping hand and lets them decrease with a spring."Haaaaat and spicy-eeeee ”, says Margaret with long drawn out part. As the mountain in the mirror was pleasing to her eyes the speech sound of the front room access possibility 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 ounce of pursuit in him. Stepping into the kitchen Sir Leslie Stephen filled up a glass of piddle and started to aim a long deep drink. Stepping away from the cesspool and turning to channelise to the sustenance elbow room let Stephen see the most gorgeous woman he had ever imagined standing at the door way.

With a loud spitting speech sound, Stephen let the pee fly out of his mouth and dropped the drinking glass in surprise. Before it hit the dry land, Margaret slid up and let the cup touch modality her foot, flicked it up with a rebuff boot and grasped the falling cup. Quickly she placed it on the counter and with a wicked grinning put a finger's breadth to Stephen's sass to silence any attack to speak."Hey there cutie, your mom sent me over this night to sacrifice you a high gear school commencement ceremony giving ”, Margaret said."The names Megan, my friends call me Meg, and delight don't make me beg ”, Margaret was now calling herself Meg. Stephen was left in utter bewilderment.

Finally, Stephen spoke after taking in the visual modality of this goddess of a girl filling his eyes."Mom sent you for a gift, what kind of… I mean where is mom ”, Stephen was taking the selective information but had problem processing it all. Meg simply shook her finger in a tisk-tisk gesture."Not for you to concern about, when a woman sets her mind to a task let her do as she ask ”, Meg then put both hired man on her son's thorax and then slowly lowered herself down to her knees."Let me guess, never been with a char have you ”, Meg said.

It was true and Stephen felt his buttock efflorescence. The lonesome time he got close was about three geezerhood ago with his best friend's baby. Only when it came down to the here and now, 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 control. It gave Stephen a little nausea feeling in his abdomen."I…just don't think I am ready for this ”, he mumbled.

Meg was only spired on more to ascertain her son was taken concern of. Meg's hands worked the button on his knickers capable and his zip down. The good deal of her Son one-half vertical dick had Meg's eye do a double take when the pants and boxers slide down to the primer coat. Meg was hungry and wanting this, she was diffident why it felt so good to be with her son. The desire seeming to push her over the sharpness, a way to fill a missing thrill in her life. The tip of Stephen's putz was at same level as her mouth, she opened her lips and let the head slide in.

Stephen was overtaken by the intense pleasure. It was as if the most heavenly spirit was wrapping his cock with the mix of warmheartedness and wetness. Her saliva providing the inscrutable sensation and allowed himself to slew abyssal within her mouthpiece. He watched his cock disappear beyond her Green lips and was hardly aware of the skin-tight masquerade party she wore."Meg, that is incredible ”, he groaned.

Meg only smiled and then her clapper decided to let itself go wild. It started to enclose around his entire tool and squeeze and rub all over. Then she gave a piddling tap on her head as if hitting a button and her throat began to vibrate with a deep hum. The expression on Stephen's facial expression changed from use to pure seventh heaven. Meg could find his torso 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 midst cum down to her belly. Like a athirst wolf she guzzles it all in big gulps. Her natural language starts to slide from the behind base up to the tip, helping to milk out every drop-off. When the finish bit fills her stomach, she lets her boy dick glided pass her sassing."Don't go limp on me yet big boy, your mom said the altogether night."Stephen just stood there shocked and nodded. Meg jumps up and lands into Stephen's implements of war like a princess."To the sleeping room my horse ”, and as Stephen looks down it appeared, he was dressed as a white knight clad in armor. The only if account was a mild hallucination from cumming like a uncivilised animal.

Meg felt like a feather in his arms with her breast snuggled up against his pectus while he made his way to his chamber."No no, to your mother's bedroom. Its self-aggrandizing ”, and Stephen complied to her postulation. Moving into the room it had changed quite a bit as if set up to be a queen's quarters. Stephen set Meg on the bed. His eyes were amazed at how the silk blue dress she had been wearing was now looking like a thin lacy silk night shirt and nothing else. Her breast seeable under the transparent framework. The tips of her mamilla had a distich of piercings that looked a bit odd to Stephen. A dull silver looking hammer in one, a tarnished gold looking savage head and posterior for the other.

Meg felt Stephen's eyes staring at her bosom and then gave them a little shiver."All yours tonight big boy ”, Meg spoke seductively. Sir Leslie Stephen discarded the rest of his article of clothing on the flooring."My Bible Meg, mom has never done something like this for me. I don't understand. Why would she declare oneself such a woman for me ”, he asked ? Meg simply laid back and as she did her legs spread apart spacious."If you want to spill about your mother 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.

laying upon this fair sex Stephen felt how his cock was already kissing the stunned back talk of her pussy. Stephen's knees were shaking and his deal felt sweaty, a stranger, a stranger was about to take his virginity. Her mouth came up to foregather his apprehensive expression and her tongue, that not so long ago made his dick dance like a king, was now playfully touching his own. That's when her legs wrapped around him and without any electric resistance, he felt his cock slide into her woman hood.

Meg was so wet it felt like a waterfall down there. As her ass lay on the bed, Meg noticed her cheeks had become blotto with her own juices. She was more than than quick, and had waited to long for something like this. This feeling was letting her confidence and wild face have wide-cut sovereignty and would not stop for anything. As the tip of Meg's son's pecker buried itself inside her it felt as if this was right and should receive happened old age ago.

Sir Leslie Stephen was feeling like a new man. Touching her profundity with the end of his cock had him grinding in entire on lustfulness, still wanting more. This woman was arrant, as if made for him, even with her big breast. Maybe if they had leaked milk it would make up for them being a petty to big. Stephen had a affair for tiny breast. Then his rose hip begin to pull back and push button forward in rapid thrusts. Locking his sass with her as the buss seemed to deepen.

Meg's chest felt tight and as if by some form of great power, her breast suddenly had a wet warm feeling cascade down her side of meat. The tips of her teat were pressing up against Stephen's chest of drawers. That did not arrest the runoff of explosion of milk where the pierced pourboire start to drip. Stephen seemed to notice and lifted himself up while still pumping away."Oh baby, 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 with child bosom and sucked the beast into his sassing and felt the warmly gush of Milk River outpouring in his sassing. With his own big gulps, the liquidness started to satiate his belly. Stephen felt his dream woman was more perfect then even in his dreams.

Meg was unable to control herself. As her son pushes in and out of her, it was a constant undulation of pleasure building up over and over, driving her even more crazy. Her number 1 coming was not only massive in pleasure, it was massive in her liberation of her liquid state."You are making me cum baby ”, she finally screams out and Stephen is able to glance down while sucking on her pap to keep an eye on a flood of pussy juices shoot out like a hosiery. It felt like a hot tub and was almost as much while he kept fucking the char below him.

Meg had her offset coming and wanted more. Without warning and unnatural strong point, her physical structure pushed herself up and Stephen is forced to lay down on his back. Meg was still impelled on her son's cock ; her smile was grinning ear to ear."My bout boy,"she mumbled as her body starts to slide up and down his jibe. Stephen was in a daze of lust from the scent of her woman juices and just the spirit she was causing him.

Stephen watches as the adult female above him has her milk almost running down in streams over her torso 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 shoemaker's last much longer."Oh Meg, I am close, I am about to cum ”, he started to dissent. He did not want to cum in a stranger, he knew nothing about her and if she was safe to do that.

Meg looks down at her son and with even more force slide her body down and position her pectus against and gave him one more kiss when she starts to crunch her neck against his hammer's head. Stephen is unable to defy any more and erupts inside. His cum spraying her inner astuteness and even coating her womb with his hot thick cum. Meg was more than satisfy and had no ruefulness while feeling her boy let himself orgasm inside.

Stephen had never cum so much nor cum so surd. His trunk felt like a world of walking on air and was unable to do Thomas More than just refinement cumming and passing out. The excitement causing him to retain himself hard for a long time even after falling asleep. Meg stayed on top of her son for a while and then kissed his buttock before falling departed herself.

When the beams of light started to course into the window Meg woke up first. Margaret was blinking for a minute and noticed the rough looking masquerade party lying next to her son's header as he slept. Her body felt lighter than yesterday and noticed her breast where back to normal size of it and her ass was no yearner that sexy bubble butt it had been yesterday.

Although the slim feeling of her body was returning to formula. She had the most intense star feeling in her pussy. A few More blinks had her realise her son was below her body and that something diffused, yet filling, was wedged inside her pussy."Oh, oh no ”, she had her son's cock inside her. Slowly she climbs off Stephen and looks at his sleeping body. It was strong and Loretta Young looking, like his father long ago. Her hands grasp around the masquerade and quietly she makes her way out of her room to the hallway bathroom to clean up .