Mom 's Stockings : My Son 's Cum Bucket

I have wanted to fuck my son for a piece, ever since he graduated highschool school this year and really buff up over the summer working construction.

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

In fact, my son had grown into a very handsome man, a virtual replica of his departed father ( who died serving his country two long time 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 tactile sensation, I went online. start I read a lot of erotic stories of mom seducing sons, of sons seducing mommy or, even better, boy dominating mammy. I am completely submissive, always have been, and all my fantasies have always revolved around complete submission.

The more I read, the Thomas More intrigue I got. And although I knew these were just fancy and likely mostly written by men, some were written by females, some read by females and thus I was n't the only one.

It took some doing, but I also found site that had women talking frankly, and although I did n't bring together, I read the many comments and was both surprised and excited to learn that incest was much more common than one would assume.

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

Then one fateful betimes break of day, December 19th, 2015, an inconvenient pee wake-up birdcall triggered the shift from fantasy to determined reality.

I got up and was heading down the hallway to the can when I heard my son question, rather loudly, `` Ready to suckle my peter, slut ? ``

earshot my son 's voice, sounding like his father 's, and saying words interchangeable to what his Father-God would say to me back when he was alive had me freeze in the hallway.

'' What about Elizabeth ? '' A voice questioned ... a voice I recognized instantly. It was Mrs. Young, his girlfriend 's female parent and a complete gripe who lived across the street from me.

'' She 's a heavy sleeping car. Plus, you did n't seem concerned about my female parent when you texted me begging for my cock. ``

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

'' Did n't your pocket-size dicked husband satisfy you ? '' My son asked, his voice so firmly and authoritative.

'' You know his petite dick ca n't get me off, '' she said, bashing the married man she always raved about at our hebdomadary women 's night.

'' I guess I have widened that old cunt of yours and gaped your ass so much you probably do n't even sense his phonograph needle dick, '' my son continued, ridiculing the husband.

I could n't trust Mrs. Goody-Goody, Mrs. gossiper Queen, Mrs. puritan was not only in my son 's room, not only willing to be his fornicatress, but also took it in the ass.

Instantly, my long neglected back doorway 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 real man, with a real cock. ``

'' Is that why you 're texting me at 2am, sneaking into my theatre, and on your knees eager to take up my dick with my mom in the adjacent room ? '' He questioned, loving to humiliate ... just like his father ... always pushing the submissive to the extremum of submission.

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

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

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

'' Being your cum bucket, '' she answered, sounding like a complete slut.

I could n't help oneself but smirk. The most ostentatious charwoman in our neighborhood. A mother of two, head of the residential district council and chorus leader at church was calling herself a 'cum bucket'.

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

'' To suck your peter, get fucked like the dirty fancy woman I am and then get your yummy cum, '' she answered, sounding more like a teenage slovenly woman or a erotica champion than a happily matrimonial mother of two.

Just as I peeked in the surface crack accidentally left receptive for me, I heard the slobbering audio of rough in fount fucking ... something my husband often used to do to me, something I loved ... being used for the delight of another.

Somehow they were positioned perfectly for me to get a corking looking at at an almost raw Jemma Pres Young, in nothing but thigh high stockings, and her face full of cock.

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

One : I did n't fathom Mrs youth as a woman who would break such sexy stockings ... she seemed more a pantyhose type of woman.

Two : my husband had a nylon fetish and made me tire out second joint senior high school, a garter and stockings or crotchless pantyhose every day. Something I had continued doing every day the past two years since his tragic death.

Did my son have the Lapplander hoodoo ?

Then he pulled his peter out of her mouth.

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

My middle went big.

My pussycat got damper.

His cock was huge. Long and thick.

My mouth watered, as all my later night incest fantasies became more authentic.

I wanted that hammer in my back talk, in my cobwebbed pussy and in my farseeing blank out ass.

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

I wanted to be the slut 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 kitty-cat juices.

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

'' I was your slut first, '' she pointed out with pride.

'' True enough, '' he laughed, before he ordered, `` Get on all fours on my bed, trollop. ``

'' Yes, master key, '' she said, as she scurried on the bed like a slattern in heat.

Hearing the word 'Master'again shocked me. A term that was common 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 confident, seemingly women's liberationist, in public. But once the bedroom door closed, the women's rightist disappeared and a wanton turncock slut emerged. bit.do/Fingermypussy

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

'' As always, original, '' 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, ass, '' she screamed and then covered her mouth.

'' You 're going to wake up my mother, 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 balance herself from the rough ass fucking and to preclude it from banging against the wall.

'' Says the married cum bucket sneaking into a neighbor 's star sign to get ass fucked by her girl 's boyfriend while her husband and tike are sleeping, '' my son pointed out, clearly loving to remind the cunt just how big a whore she was.

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

'' In your once virtuous asshole, '' He added.

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

They fucked for a few instant like this.

I rubbed myself the entire meter ... 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 match of mo later, `` Which is the cum bucket yap 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 turncock that was buried thick in her asshole back in her mouth ... that was something I had never done.

My hubby came in my ass, on my ass, on my tit, but mostly he loved coating my side. I remember him saying how very much of a turn on it was to see a gratifying kindergarten instructor with her case coated with cum.

'' Oh yeah, '' he groaned. `` Only the dirtiest sluts ever suck a cock that was just in their dickhead hole. ``

She moaned on his putz as she impressively took the intact massive rod in her sass. She looked like a porn star. I had never heard the ass called a 'shit muddle'which somehow made it nastier and hotter.

I wanted to be that porn star ; I wanted to be sucking that made for porn cock.

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

She did n't slow down, apparently a rather impressive dick mark, as he obviously deposited his load down her throat.

When he pulled out, he said, `` Could you imagine if the neck of the woods knew the Sojourner Truth, that you 're just a cum bucket for big dick ? ``

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

'Nine in'I thought to myself, that 's a respectable two inches bigger than his father 's telling cock.

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

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

'' Well, your daughter is a two cakehole cum bucketful and you are a three muddle cum bucket, '' he said.

'' I imagine you plan to alter that soon, '' the mother said.

'' That I do, '' he nodded. `` Now go back to your husband and nipper, cum bucket. ``

'' Yes, Master, '' she replied, getting off the bed.

I moved to hide as she looked my way, just getting out of the way in time.

I hurried to my room, my want to pee replaced with my pauperism to come.

I grabbed my rabbit from the side table, turned it on high-pitched and on my favourite heartbeat, pulled my jammies and panties down and slip it inside my wanton cunt.

I closed my eyes and imagined that I was my son 's loose woman. I imagined him face fucking me ; I imagined his rooster slamming into my pussy ; I imagined his dick gaping my shit ; I imagined being his flat 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 December and I had decided his Christmas nowadays was going to be a live-in cum bucket ... me !

I also wanted to test a few effrontery. The number one being if he had a stocking fetich like his father. And if he did, which I assumed he did, did he also have a stocking-foot juju like his father. James loved lengthy nylon metrical unit jobs and could come just from that and often did. He loved watching mutation while I gave him recollective nylon-clad foot chore. In these scenarios he either came on my metrical unit and had me lick the cum off my base ( I wondered if I could still do that now ) or he would have me eat up him with my mouth before usually coating my brass with his cum. bit.do/Fingermypussy He also loved to have me keep his cum on my face.

That made me withdraw our honeymoon, when he shot his load all over my human face in the hotel before dinner and had me keep it on me while we went out for dinner. He then shot a instant cargo on me in the bathroom of the restaurant before we went out dancing. A final load was shot back in the hotel room and I answered the door for elbow room serving in lingerie and a face completely coated with cum. Such mortification only enhanced my desire for complete submission.

God, I missed that.

And now, maybe, I could possess it again.

The next morning, well early Saturday good afternoon actually, when he came downstairs, I was purposely still in my gown, but with thigh heights stockings. I was pretending to read the newspaper, my stocking-clad feet up on the table, the robe riding up high enough that he could definitely see the top of my lace top stockings.

Cody walked in and stopped dead in his tracks. There was no question he was staring at my pegleg. I pretended I did n't acknowledge he was there as I feigned reading the newsprint. I even began to slowly move my impart foot over my redress leg seductively, as if dealing with an itch.

Although I knew he was in the room, he did n't be active. I wished I could ingest seen his face, but I wanted to act as innocent as potential. I wanted to start the tantalization. I wanted him to get the melodic theme that his mother was a sexual being. I wanted to slowly flora the semen that his female parent would make a capital 'cum bucket'.

It did n't last long, maybe thirty seconds, before I decided the ribbing was enough and moved the paper down and, being an actress in luxuriously schooling went into full actress style, as I said startled, `` Oh, God, you scared me ! I did n't listen you make out down the stairs. ``

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

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

'' Sorry, late night, '' he said.

'' So I heard, '' I said.

His grimace went whiteness. `` You did ? ``

'' Yes, '' I nodded, as I moved my stage off the table, noticing him lookout. Hiding my knowledge that it was Mrs. Young, I added, `` And I 'd appreciate it if you did n't have a go at it Bretagne in the way beside me. ``

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

'' I mean, '' I said, standing up and walking directly in figurehead of him, noticing the rear prick jabbing at his sweatsuit, `` you 're eighteen and an adult so I understand you have needs and I 'm sure you and Brittany are fucking like bunny, but your mother 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 impact I had over him.

I went to the can, got out of my thigh highs, into the shower and used the exhibitor head for a different purpose as I imagined dropping to my knees, pulling out his stiff dick and devouring it.

I imagined him grabbing my head and fucking my face.

I imagined him bending me over the kitchen table and fucking my needy cunt.

I imagined him making me beg him to ream my shit hole.

I came hard in the rain shower, almost falling to my knees.

I was n't gear up yet to charge the ultimate taboo, I had to make love he wanted it too. But, a plan was beginning to make in my mind.

I was going to give him the greatest Christmas present ever ... ME.

... ..

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

I wondered if she was wearing thigh highs under her very buttoned-down dress ... like I was.

I even considered blackmailing her. Although I was a complete submissive to men, I had, on occasion age ago, a few gay woman confrontation, including a few where I was in bursting charge. Then it hit me. The arrant way to make my son was through the bitch.

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

Her smug smile disappeared instantly as her face went white.

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

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

'' We 'll talk more, later, '' I promised, not surely how I planned to play this with her.

When I got dwelling house from church, Cody was watching NFL football on the couch. I went to him, put my animal foot on the sofa beside him, and asked, `` Could you please undo the buckle ? Mom 's back is killing her. ``

'' Um, indisputable, '' he said, glancing to my leg and the top of my lacing top stockings.

'' You okay ? '' I asked, as he hesitated.

'' Um, yeah, just got distracted by the biz, '' he lied, as he moved his hand to the diminished buckle.

It took him a bit to unbuckle the low strap with his big fingers, but eventually he did. I slid my substructure out and wiggled my toes right in front of him. I then switched fundament and asked, `` Can you do this one too ? ``

'' Of course of study, Mom, '' he nodded, as I glanced at his crotch which was saluting me secretly.

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

He again took a prolonged look at my full 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 groundwork juju freak like his father.

decision making to push it further, I asked, `` My feet are killing me from wearing these heels. Would you be willing to give your old bag of a mother a foot massage ? ``

'' Sure, '' 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 world. It 's been two years, '' he said, his oculus never leaving my legs.

I sat on the end of the couch, flipped my stage up onto his lap, rightfulness on his genitals and said, `` Finding a good man is nearly insufferable. ``

He groaned, but covered well, as I felt his pecker flinch under my bounder, `` But you have to at to the lowest degree try. ``

As he took my left field foot in his hands, I said, `` Just the thought of it exhausts me. Plus, any man I dated I would equate to your Fatherhood. He was one of a sort. ``

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

We were both silent for a couple of minutes while he massaged my feet. I noticed him train many quick glimpses up my ramification. But I pretended to not notice. Eventually, I said, `` So are you and Bretagne serious ? ``

He replied, `` Not really. ``

'' Just booster with benefits ? '' I asked, a condition I had learned recently.

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

'' I could use a supporter with benefits spot, '' I sighed.

'' Mom ! '' he said, surprised by his usually conservativist mother 's words.

'' What ? '' I asked, `` your Mom has pauperization too. ``

'' Oh my God, '' he said, `` I ca n't believe we are having this conversation. ``

'' It 's your fault, '' I accused.

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

'' Listening to you fuck your girlfriend woke up my dormancy, '' I paused for the right-hand Word choice and dramatic effect, `` kitty. ``

'' What 's got into you ? '' he asked, even as he kept massaging my infantry 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 pes ever so refinement pushing down on his iron intemperately dick stuck in his pants, `` Well, you 're the man of the house now, Buffalo Bill. ``

I could see his heading spinning. I could tell he was wondering if my understructure movement was on design. He was wondering what exactly I meant by my words.

I continued, `` Now that you 're 18 and an grownup, I do need you to be the one in charge here sometimes. ``

'' okey, '' 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 gross you out. ``

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

'' well, so did you ass fucking your girlfriend in the room beside me, '' I quipped, as I moved my foundation 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 times duo of twenty-four hour period former than 'shit'a couple of prison term, '' he said.

'' wellspring, hearing you treat Brittany like a staring fancy woman made me understand something, '' I said, letting my words linger as I did n't finish the sentence.

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

'' No, I 've said 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 slit tingle. He sounded exactly like his father.

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

'' Just secernate 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 obviate eye contact.

'' Oh, '' he said.

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

'' What ? '' he asked, as he was clearly processing the strange 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 pegleg and feet.

'' Your father insisted I wear nylons every day for him and I ... '' I paused again.

'' And what ? '' he asked, drawn into my seduction, completely unaware I was seducing him in an attempt to take a shit him take controller of me.

'' It 's just, I do n't need you to think to a lesser extent of me, Buffalo Bill Cody, '' I said, looking spooky and mortified. My years of acting in dramatic event output were finally paying off.

'' What Mom, goose egg you say can make me think LE of you, '' he said, all compassionate.

'' fountainhead, its, just, um, your Father was my passkey, '' 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 thigh highs or a garter and stockings or even crotchless pantyhose underneath my conservative teacher garb, '' I continued, wanting to lay it all out on the proverbial mesa, `` in the bedroom he was the captain and I the obedient submissive. ``

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

Wanting to jam shock onto shock, I added, `` So hearing you be dominant to Brittany, calling her names and pounding her asshole, or what did you call up it ? Shit pickle ? Well, that brought back memories of your forefather using me as his three yap, his three cakehole, um ... ''

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

'' His three trap cum bucket, '' I quickly said, before sitting back down and dramatically putting my brain in my hands ... attempting to win an Oscar for best operation in an incest seduction.

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

'' You must retrieve I 'm some form of fucked-up slut, '' I answered, tears forming.

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

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

He got defensive, `` No, no, Mom that is not it at all. You 're a very beautiful woman. If you were n't my mother .... ''

This time he stopped.

I looked up into his optic. `` If I was n't your mother, what ? '' I asked, trying to look vulnerable and insecure.

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

'' You can tell me anything, '' I said, as I tried not to smile, knowing my architectural plan was working ... I was planting a plethora of germ for my end goal.

'' Well, I .... '' he started but stopped.

'' Just say it, William Frederick Cody, '' I demanded. `` Act to me like you would to Brittany. ``

This made him laugh.

'' What ? '' I asked.

'' Do you realize what you just told me ? '' he asked, his hand still on my leg.

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

'' You just told me to care for you like I do my fuck toy, '' he said back.

'' Oh, '' I said, still playing dumb. Yet, my next give-and-take made my response seem niggling and probably left him even more baffled. `` Well, I guess that would be wrong, would n't it. ``

He laughed awkwardly, just as the buzzer rang. `` Shoot, that is probably microphone. I invited him over to look out the mahimahi vs leafy vegetable Bay game. ``

I sighed, `` Well, we will retain this conversation later. You never did evidence me what you would do if I was n't your female parent. ``

He looked into my eyes and answered, the same claim dominant flavor his founding father used to use, `` Mom, do you desire the Sojourner Truth ? ``

'' I think I can handle the Sojourner Truth, '' I joked, looking anxious even as I slightly parodied my husband 's dearie movie.

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

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

I headed to my way needing to dress a little less slutty for my son 's friend, but first I needed to come.

... ..

It was the 21st of December, four days before Noel, when I came up with my next naughty idea. William F. Cody was at the computer 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 doorbell rang.

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

I went to the door and was not overly surprise to see Jemma standing at my door.

Instantly, I knew what I was going to do.

I opened the door, smiled, and greeted, `` Well, if it is n't the anal cum bucketful. ``

'' May I please come in ? '' she asked, so much more timid 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 branch and ordered, `` In that case, come and get it. ``

'' Elizabeth ! '' she gasped, surprised.

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

'' I came to tattle, '' she continued, grimacing at the name calling.

'' You can talk once you have gotten me off, '' I said, snapping my finger and pointing to my spread legs and wet pussy.

'' Please, Elizabeth I, '' she pleaded, looking so uncomfortable. I was enjoying this immensely.

'' mendicancy, '' I smirked. `` You did a lot of that the other 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 call off yourself, cum bucket, for fucking your daughter 's boyfriend or for taking my son 's dick up your ass in my home ? ``

'' All of it, '' she whispered.

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

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

'' Really ? '' I asked. `` You sounded pretty much in erotic love with my son 's rooster. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' This is getting old, ass trollop, '' I sighed. `` Get the fuck over here and eat my twat or I tell your husband and daughter how big a whore you are. ``

'' Are you blackmailing me ? '' she asked, which was idiotic, of path I was blackmailing her.

'' cry it what you want, beef, '' I said. `` Just get over here and let 's see if you 're at unspoiled as munching snatch as you are at sucking rooster. ``

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

'' If you obey like a good slut 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 daughter 's beau, in another cleaning woman 's abode, while your husband is asleep at abode damage too ? '' I asked, as I watched her kneel in front end of me.

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

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

I held her head there for a few seconds until I felt her lingua start licking.

'' Good, loose woman, '' I moaned, somehow enjoying the index. 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 lashing as I closed my oculus and imagined William Frederick Cody 's finally words yesterday ... 'If you were n't my mother, I 'd make you my three kettle of fish cum bucket .'

I was confident that if I made it obvious I was uncoerced to be a cum bucket, he would likely necessitate me. If any of the incest stories I read were admittedly or any of the forums I read, nearly boys fantasize about fucking their mothers. We are their first beloved, their first lusts and their showtime masturbation fantasies.

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

Still on her stifle, her face coated in my cum, she asked, `` Are you going to save it a privy ? ``

deciding I wanted to remember this moment forever, I grabbed my speech sound and said, `` Do n't propel, slut. ``

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

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

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

'' Of grade, '' I nodded, before adding, `` although I expect you to be at my beck and call. ``

'' Seriously ? '' she asked, disgusted.

'' Of class, '' I said, `` it 's beneficial to take in a snatch muncher across the street. ``

'' I 'm not a cunt muncher, '' she said, trying to be dignified, which was hilarious 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 married man or daughter. ``

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

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

I decided to go to Cody 's elbow room and check what form of porn he watched. All boys, all men, have porn on their information processing system ... including Reverends.

I logged into his laptop and went to his browser history and smiled. He was on the same website I often used ... Literotica.

The last story 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 mammy '' : Becoming a mommy slovenly woman'. Although I had just come, my pussy was already wanting more.

I began rubbing myself as I looked at early narration he had searched. They were all son and daughter incest stories other than one called `` Mommies Make Good pet '' which was actually a Lesbian incest tarradiddle ... another one I had read before.

As I searched more, I noticed that all his incest hunt were from yesterday. Earlier browser history was more gangbang stories, anal stories, etc. He also had century of pictures of charwoman in nylons, almost all without heels on ( he indeed had the like fetish as his don ... nylons, but particularly nylon foot ). He also had scads of telecasting, again almost all of them with womanhood in stockings : gangbang, couples, 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 net night. It was called Cory pursuit in Mother Mouthfuls. I had to click on it. The female parent sucked his cock, took it in her slit and her ass before taking a loggerheaded consignment 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 sec sentence, before I got dressed and headed out to do some lowest hour Xmas shopping, including a stop at an adult store for some new toys.

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

William F. Cody asked, as he checked me out slyly ( or so he thought ), `` Why are you so dressed up, Mom ? ``

'' I like to seem unspoiled, '' I said. `` Is that okay ? ``

'' Of class, '' he nodded, before complimenting, `` you look very proficient, Mom. ``

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

'' Trust me, Mom, '' he said, glancing down at my stocking-clad substructure. `` 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 pay him a opportunity to check out my entire 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 roll in the hay, '' he answered.

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

'' All my booster want to hump you, '' he continued.

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

'' All throughout eminent school that was all I heard, '' he continued, `` how hot my mom was. ``

'' Well, I guess it 's serious than having an ugly female parent, '' I joked, as I went to the table 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 Brittany tonight just as dinner was finished.

I could n't assist it, I felt jealous. I asked, `` Do you plan to contribute her rachis domicile 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 able to have it off who you want, when you want. ``

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

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

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

'' Um, okeh, '' he nodded.

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

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

'' good that 's light up, '' I said, before adding, `` and sense exempt to get laid her in your room. ``

'' Really ? '' he asked again.

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

'' Mom ! '' he gasped.

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

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

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

'' 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 do it he was well equipped, `` All the sluts I fuck wow that. ``

'' Mmmmmmm, '' I smiled, before adding, `` its great to be able-bodied to verbalise so frankly with you, love. '' I moved to him and gave him a hug. I felt his knockout cock poking my leg.

'' Oh my, apparently you 're already ready for your engagement, '' I said.

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

'' Oh, to have my own 18 year old, '' I sighed dramatically.

He laughed, `` I have a few buddies who would eagerly satisfy that theatrical role. ``

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

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

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

He laughed, `` surely, Mom. But I need to get fix, Brittany will be here any arcminute now. ``

'' Okay, '' I nodded, before asking `` Do you project to bring her plunk for dwelling tonight ? ``

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

Bretagne arrived a few bit later in a plaid skirt, tight blouse and blank rayon stocking. I smiled, he obviously made his women wear nylons for him.

He came down and said, as he kissed me on the impertinence, `` Do n't wait 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 room and pulled out the new toys I had bought that day. One was an eight inch wall pecker. I was hoping to stimulate his stallion cock in me soon and I wanted to get my long neglected holes quick for the biggest cock ever to fill me.

I put the suck cup on the wall after lubing it up, pulled up my attire, tugged off my G-string, and got on all four-spot. I moved behind it and had it division way in, riding it slowly, getting used to it in me, when I heard Cory 's vox. `` Mom ! ``

I looked up and Cory was at my open door.

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

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

'' okay, '' I moaned, before adding, `` could you please fill up the room access. ``

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

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

'' You too, '' he called back.

So horny now, I began bouncing back on the big turncock, taking all eight inches inside my fevered pussycat. I closed my oculus and imagined that instead of leaving, he walked over and shoved his prick in my mouth.

Of row, I came quickly and kept riding the cock to multiple orgasms.

Interestingly enough, he did n't lend her home that nighttime, or if he did he used the garage.

... ..

Tues and Wednesday were wild days as I went to pass some time with my mother, who lived a distich hours away. She would be coming over for Christmas supper on the 25th, but I went and spent a couple of years helping her wrapper presents, bake and so forth.

The full clock time, all I thought about was my son.

I got back Thursday afternoon, and the first thing I did was shave and shower. The second affair I did was put a keister chaw in my ass. The tertiary thing I did was put a vibrating egg in my pussy. The fourth thing I did was text Cody.

When are you going to be home ? I have an ahead of time Dec 25 present for you.

He texted back a few hour later.

About an hour. I have a Yuletide present tense for you too.

I had no idea if his nowadays was anything inappropriate, but I hoped so.

I typed back :

Cum plate soon.

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

Sorry, stupefied auto correct !

He texted back :

LOL !

I put on thigh high stockings, a lash to hold the ballyhoo in my ass and the egg, set on low speed, in my slit, and a sheer Shirley Temple Black shimmy, and headed downstairs. I noticed that there were only two candy canes left.

I could n't help it, I texted him back, likely giving away everything before he even got dwelling :

Did you love the new flavour 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 control for the egg on the ledge where he would walk in with a big note :

Present 1 !

Go to the kitchen.

I went to the kitchen, pulled out a bunch of sex coupon I made and put them into one of my second joint high stockings and hung it up on the table so he could n't miss it.

The coupons included :

1 voucher for a raspy case ass of your mother

1 coupon for a marathon fucking of your mom

1 coupon for a tight ass to get laid

1 coupon to coat your mummy 's face with cum

1 coupon to deposit a load in your Mom 's affectionate mouth

1 coupon to use a span of manacle

1 coupon for a nylon-clad understructure job

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

1 coupon to have your Mother and the beef Mrs. young in a 69

1 voucher for a blow job while you drive

1 coupon for a three mess battle of Marathon Nox with your longsighted miss mother

1 coupon for a bath with your Mommy

1 coupon for a tit fucking

1 coupon for a fist fucking of your Mother 's cunt

present 2 !

A bunch of coupons to use as you wish in our very own 12 Day of Fuck-mas.

Now, come to the life room.

I then went to the aliveness way, and began the very unmanageable task of wrapping myself. I considered calling Jemma over to serve, but I was n't will to have her know of my incestuous intentions.

I wrapped my legs and waist, leaving my stocking-clad feet out-of-doors. I wrapped my upper body as outflank I could. I put tinsel on my head, so a good deal I could n't see a thing, and waited.

Anticipation coursed through me.

The egg teased me relentlessly.

Then the room access opened ... and closed.

I heard him walk into the kitchen. I suddenly felt the quiver get faster.

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

I remained silent.

'' This is the best pose ever, '' he said, as he got closer to me. `` Although the wrapping job motive work. ``

'' You try wrapping yourself, '' I protested.

'' Fair enough, '' he laughed, as he reached me, before adding, `` The coupon were an occupy tactile sensation. ``

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

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

'' I 'd get laid to have intercourse that tight ass off yours, child, '' I purred.

'' Definitely me first, '' he countered.

'' Yes, passe-partout, '' I answered, giving myself to him completely.

My dead body shivered as I felt him rip off the wrap that covered my tits.

A frisson went up my spine as his hired hand cupped my breasts. `` Are these mine now, Mom ? ``

'' Yes, original, every part of me is yours now, '' I trembled, as I felt his hot intimation and then his mouth on my nipple. `` Ooooooh. ``

'' I 've imagined this for a prospicient metre, '' he said, as he bit my nipple.

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

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

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

'' Of grade, you have worn them every day of my life 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 cunt Jemma. ``

'' That explains everything, '' he laughed.

'' How so ? '' I moaned, as he tugged hard on my nipple.

'' It was like an overnight complete 180 turn around in your personality, '' he said. `` I could n't fathom how take heed me make out who you said was Breiz would trigger that. But seeing it, well, my cock is hard to resist. ``

'' I could n't even expect until Christmas Day to get my present, '' I purred, reaching for it.

He unwrapped me completely and kissed me.

I melted into him, my bridge player reaching for his putz, his already crocked turncock, 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 sentence. ``

'' Oh, God, '' he groaned, as I stroked his perfective tense 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 undecomposed scratch line, '' I purred, taking the coupon, tossing it on the trading floor and taking his pecker in my mouth.

'' Oh yes, '' he groaned, as I instantly began bobbing. I was n't going to make love to his cock, I was going to suck it like a cum thirsty strumpet ... like a submissive slave.

I bobbed furiously, trying to get used to having a putz in my sass 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 cock in reply, as I desperately wanted that first load.

'' subscribe it all, Mommy-slut, '' he ordered, as he began moving his hips to take on my forward bobs.

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

'' Oh yes, Mom, this will be a habitue affair from now on, '' he groaned.

I bobbed faster, sensing he was close.

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

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

'' Yes, schoolmaster, '' I purred, crawling to the couch.

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

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

'' well, that is just ill-timed, '' he said, as he dropped to his knee in nominal head of me.

'' Do you want to eat mommy 's cunt ? '' 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 lingua went to wreak. The glossa, immix with the egg vibrating inside me, had me fevered and ready to burst out in a couple of minutes.

'' Yes, baby, suck Mommy 's clit, make mama come, '' I moaned, as I put my hand in his hair.

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

'' Oh yes, '' I moaned, watching him between my legs, the fantasy becoming world. `` Do n't finish. Yes, yes, mum 's approach, yes, yes, yes ! ``

And my cum flooded out onto my son 's oral fissure and face.

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

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

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

'' Are you grievous ? '' 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 loads you can fit in your mamma cum pail, '' I purred.

'' Then I definitely need to eat. I mean your cunt is delightful, but it lacks the calories I need, '' he joked, standing up.

'' What do you make you heed ? '' I asked.

'' Grab a blouse, hold back it unbuttoned and then read/write head to the garage. Do n't bother with a skirt. ``

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

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

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

'' precipitation up, '' he ordered, `` I 'm hungry. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Of course, '' he said.

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

Cody was already in the driver 's seat.

I got in the passenger seat, raw except for second joint high school and an unbutton blouse. `` Where are you taking me, captain ? ``

'' Swiss Chalet drive-thru, '' he answered, as he backed out of the garage.

'' I see, '' I smiled, as I fished out his cock, eager to prove how much of a loose woman I could be for him.

'' So, were you this submissive and slutty to Dad ? '' Buffalo Bill Cody asked.

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

'' I did, '' he laughed.

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

'' So I see, '' he groaned.

This clip I took my clip. I swirled my tongue around his heavyset mushroom top. I created extra saliva to make a different sensation.

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

'' All three of my cakehole are like legerdemain, '' I responded.

'' I still ca n't trust this, '' he said, as my glossa slid up and down his shaft.

'' That your female parent is a dick hungry slut ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

'' Please anticipate me your Mommy-cum-bucket, '' I asked. `` I want to be everything to you. I want to be your sole MILF. ``

'' You think you can restrain up with me ? '' he asked.

'' I 'll die trying, '' I promised, as I resumed sucking his cock.

There was no more talking for a mates of minutes until he said, `` We 're here. ``

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

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

'' Yummy, '' I purred.

He said, `` I 'll parliamentary law a family pack. I want you to be completely nourished before I deposit scores 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 number 1 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 backrest of my head go up and down.

'' Shoot, I did n't bring my wallet, '' Cody said. `` Slut, pay the man. ``

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

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

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

He rolled forward and laughed, `` I think the guy may have a heart tone-beginning. ``

I teased, `` I ca n't believe you treated me like such a loose woman in public. ``

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

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

This sentence 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, fine, '' Kimberly said, before saying, `` Apparently you are too. ``

'' She could n't wait until we got home plate, '' Cody replied.

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

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

'' Yes, Master, '' I obeyed, as I sat up, my teat now in view for a fille Cody knew.

I looked up and smiled. `` Hi, Kimberly. ``

'' Um, hi, '' she said, clearly shocked, but looking down at my son 's impressive package.

Buffalo Bill Cody waited a 2d, allowing the young lady to really get a in force look at his tool, before he drove off and we both laughed. `` She 's in my ism class. ``

'' Well, she 's cunning and wants your putz, '' I smiled.

'' Want to crunch her pussy ? '' Cody asked.

'' I want to do whatever you want me to do, '' I answered. After a pause, `` but I sure would n't heed some college kitty to munch on. ``

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

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

'' Well, it 's time to take a leak up for lost time, '' Cody said, as he snapped his fingers.

'' Yes, Master, '' I obeyed, returning to his cock, which I sucked the integral 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 sedimentation act two. ``

'' Yes, schoolmaster, '' I obeyed, surprise, but more than glad to oblige.

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

I quipped, wanting to sound nasty, `` Ready to suit a real female parent fucker ? ``

'' Shit, Mom, '' he groaned, `` you 're the cruddy, hottest slattern I know. ``

'' And a complete cum bucketful, do n't blank out, '' I moaned, as he slid his prick in me.

He laughed, `` I do n't mean I 'll ever forget that. ``

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

'' Oh yes, infant, pound sterling your mummy 's omit cunt, '' I moaned.

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

'' I 'll keep back you to your word of honor, '' I said back.

'' trustfulness me, '' he said, `` you will have so a good deal cum in and on you ; you will likely get disgorge of it. ``

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

He fucked me for a few minutes, me coming once, before he asked, `` You want this shipment in your cunt, Mommy cum-bucket ? ``

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

'' Here it comes, Mommy-slut, '' he grunted, and deposited his mo load, in my instant hole so far.

'' Two down, one to go, '' I moaned, as I milked his hammer 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 Marathon. ``

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

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

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

We ate in muteness as we watched the news. Me only in thigh highs and my blouse.

Once I was done, I decided to take the initiative and moved to him on the couch. I pulled his pants and underwear off, moved a stool directly in front of him, sat on it and moved my stocking-clad invertebrate foot to his flaccid tool and started rubbing.

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

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

'' A stocking foot job from mum, '' he corrected.

'' You really are your sire '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 tease him. I reminisced all the times I had sucked my hubby or given him foot jobs while he watched television, worked on his laptop or read. I even sucked him off in the bath tub and once, while quite sot, while he was on the toilet bit.do/Fingermypussy ( the simply matter I ever did that I found disgusting ).

I slowly rubbed his cock until it grew. Once severely, I moved my fundament so I could give him a foot job, which spread my pegleg awkwardly, presenting a very wide open air pussy or my son to gaze at.

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

'' What, the understructure job or my gaping pussycat ? '' I asked, as I stroked his shaft with my feet.

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

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

'' My stopcock looks great in your back talk, 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 fuck your Mommy 's son of a bitch, '' I suggested, talking dirty.

'' I do n't have sex, '' he joked. `` This is feeling pretty proficient. ``

'' fucking Mommy 's blotto shit hole now, '' I demanded.

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

'' You do, '' I said.

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

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

I grabbed the lubricating substance I had left near the television stand and asked, `` How do you desire me ? ``

'' Riding my tool, '' 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 hard cock.

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

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

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

'' Want to make surely your ass is set up for my hammer, '' he said.

'' I was born cook, '' I replied, as he added a 2nd finger.

'' That you were, '' he said, and fingered my ass for a twain of arcminute. Pulling his finger's breadth out, he ordered, `` Now ride my cock, Mommy cum-bucket. ``

I eagerly obeyed, excited to have a real cock in my ass for the 1st time in years. I backed up, straddled him slowly, facing him, wanting to reckon at him as we fucked.

I put my hands on his bureau for balance and slowly lowered myself onto his big cock. I was n't in as good a shape as I used to be, so it was more ill at ease, but soon I was lowering my asshole on his cock.

'' You look so hot, Mom, '' he said, watching me lower myself on his solid sword.

'' I want to be your hot three-hole mommy cum-bucket, '' I moaned, my ass broadening for his thick cock. A tenuous burning that I knew was irregular hit me, but I kept lowering until I was sitting on his lap, his full nine inch cock buried trench in me.

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

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

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

'' Oh my God, '' I screamed, a mixture of joy and pain coursing through me.

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

'' piece of tail, 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, victor, '' I nodded, as I slowly began moving up and down on his cock.

'' Oh yeah, ass loose woman, tantalize my stopcock, '' he groaned.

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

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

'' Having your mother ride your cock like some trashy fornicatress as a Christmas nowadays ? '' I asked.

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

After a moment, he added, `` It is the unspoiled Xmas represent ever. ``

I moaned, `` I could n't fit Thomas More. ``

As I got used to having his dick 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 painfulness 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 turncock deep in me, turned around, put me on the couch and took ascendence of the ass fucking.

'' Oh yes, baby, ass fucking Mommy. pounding her shit hole with your massive hammer, '' I babbled, my orgasm building.

'' One last bucketful to fill, '' he grunted, as he slammed hard into me.

'' Oh yes, cum in Mommy 's cocksucker, '' I begged, as I moved my helping hand to my fevered cunt. `` Shoot your cum up my shit muddle. ``

'' Oh, God, fuck, '' he said, a few gruelling stroke later as he spewed his tierce load of the day in my third hole.

'' Yes, infant. '' I moaned, rubbing my clit furiously as I felt my asshole filled with cum.

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

'' call up me figure, '' I moaned, so close.

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

'' Yes, Master, '' I admitted, as I began bouncing back on his putz, wanting it as deep as possible inside me.

'' Come now, mammy cum-bucket, ass adulteress, hard worker, three golf hole incestuous whore, submissive Mommy-slut, son fucker, '' he listed off, until I erupted.

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

He fucked me for another minute of my orgasm, before pulling out as we both collapsed side by English, completely spent.

As I cuddled into him, a strange calmness after the recent chroma warmed me.

He was my Master, I was his cum bucket.

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

Somehow we had combined the best of both worlds together.

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

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

'' Merry Dec 25, '' he said.

I looked up at him, a wicked smiling on my face, and added, `` Wait until New class 's Eve. ''