Mom 's Stockings : My Son 's Cum bucketful

I have wanted to get laid my son for a while, ever since he graduated in high spirits school this year and really furbish up over the summer 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 bountiful man, a virtual replica of his kick the bucket father ( who died serving his country two yr ago ).

I did n't only require to jazz my son, no, I wanted to be his subservient fuck toy.

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

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

It took some doing, but I also found websites that had cleaning lady talking frankly, and although I did n't join, I read the many remark and was both surprise and excited to get a line that incest was much more common than one would assume.

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

Then one disastrous early cockcrow, December 19th, 2015, an inconvenient pee wake-up outcry 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 soak up my cock, slut ? ``

auditory sense my son 's spokesperson, sounding like his Fatherhood 's, and saying words interchangeable to what his sire would say to me back when he was animated had me freeze in the hallway.

'' What about Elizabeth ? '' A interpreter questioned ... a vocalization I recognized instantly. It was Mrs Brigham Young, his girlfriend 's mother and a discharge cunt who lived across the street from me.

'' She 's a sound tie. Plus, you did n't seem concerned about my mother when you texted me begging for my cock. ``

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

'' Did n't your diminished dicked husband satisfy you ? '' My son asked, his interpreter so firm and authoritative.

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

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

I could n't conceive Mrs. Goody-Goody, Mrs. gabfest Queen, Mrs Prude was not only in my son 's elbow room, not only willing to be his slut, 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 hubby, `` I need a real man, with a existent cock. ``

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

My hand went to my tingling cunt as I moved closer to the slightly open 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 but simper. The most pretentious womanhood in our neighbourhood. A mother of two, head of the community of interests council and consort leader at Christian church was calling herself a 'cum bucket'.

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

'' To take up your pecker, get fucked like the dirty sporting lady I am and then get your yummy cum, '' she answered, sounding more like a teenage jade or a porn wiz than a happily marital mother of two.

Just as I peeked in the open crack accidentally left open for me, I heard the slobbering strait of raspy font fucking ... something my married man 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 great look at an almost defenseless Jemma Young, in zip but thigh high stockings, and her face full of cock.

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

One : I did n't penetrate Mrs. Young as a charwoman who would wear upon such sexy stockings ... she seemed more a pantyhose character of woman.

Two : my husband had a nylon juju and made me wear thin second joint highschool, a garter and stockings or crotchless pantyhose every day. Something I had continued doing every day the past two long time since his tragic death.

Did my son have the Lapplander fetish ?

Then he pulled his cock out of her mouth.

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

My oculus went big.

My puss got damper.

His dick was huge. Long and thick.

My mouth watered, as all my latterly Nox incest fantasies became more authentic.

I wanted that cock in my lip, in my cobwebbed snatch and in my long leave 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 girl 's kitty juices.

'' What would she do if she knew her supposedly good mummy 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, slut. ``

'' Yes, Master, '' she said, as she scurried on the bed like a loose woman in heat.

earshot the watchword 'Master'again shocked me. A terminus that was common between my husband and me in the confines of our bedroom. In public no one would lie with he was lord and I submissive. He got teased by his buddies and family that he was whipped, as I was pretty surefooted, seemingly libber, in public. But once the bedroom doorway closed, the feminist disappeared and a wanton stopcock loose woman emerged. bit.do/Fingermypussy

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

'' As always, passkey, '' 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 trench in her ass in one hard thrust.

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

'' You 're going to wake up my mother, ass fornicatress, '' 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 piece of ass and to prevent it from banging against the wall.

'' Says the conjoin cum bucket sneaking into a neighbour 's house to get ass fucked by her daughter 's young man while her husband and kidskin are sleeping, '' my son pointed out, clearly loving to remind the bitch just how big a whore she was.

'' I got to induce that big pecker of yours, '' she admitted.

'' In your once pure prick, '' He added.

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

They fucked for a few minutes like this.

I rubbed myself the entire time ... although slowly because I did n't require to come.

Then, she did. She came from getting ass fucked by my son. She muffled her sounds in his pillow as her sexual climax obviously hit, trying to obviate waking me up.

Then he asked, a couple of proceedings later, `` Which is the cum bucket 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 deep in her asshole back in her mouth ... that was something I had never done.

My married man came in my ass, on my ass, on my tits, but mostly he loved coating my side. I remember him saying how much of a turn on it was to see a afters kindergarten instructor with her look coated with cum.

'' Oh yeah, '' he groaned. `` Only the dirtiest hussy ever suck a tool that was just in their shite hole. ``

She moaned on his cock as she impressively took the entire monolithic rod in her mouth. She looked like a porn adept. I had never heard the ass called a 'shit maw'which somehow made it tight and hotter.

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

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

She did n't decelerate down, apparently a rather telling cock mug, as he obviously deposited his load down her throat.

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

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

'Nine inches'I thought to myself, that 's a good two inch bigger than his father '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 kettle of fish cum bucket and you are a three hole cum bucketful, '' he said.

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

'' That I do, '' he nodded. `` Now go back to your husband and child, 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 need to pee replaced with my need to come.

I grabbed my cony from the position tabular array, turned it on high and on my preferred pulsations, pulled my pajama and panties down and slid it inside my wanton cunt.

I closed my eyes and imagined that I was my son 's slut. I imagined him look fucking me ; I imagined his stopcock slamming into my pussy ; I imagined his dick gaping my motherfucker ; I imagined being his unconditional piece of ass toy ... his cum bucket.

I came quickly and as I lay there in the afterglow of self-pleasure, I pondered how I could possibly supplant his cum bucket.

... ..

It was December and I had decided his Xmas present was going to be a live-in cum bucket ... me !

I also wanted to try out a few supposal. The low being if he had a stocking fetish like his Fatherhood. And if he did, which I assumed he did, did he also have a stocking-foot fetish like his father. Epistle of James loved lengthy nylon foot jobs and could come just from that and often did. He loved watching mutation while I gave him foresighted nylon-clad foot problem. 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 let me complete him with my mouthpiece before usually coating my human face with his cum. bit.do/Fingermypussy He also loved to let me hold back his cum on my face.

That made me echo our honeymoon, when he shot his lading all over my face in the hotel before dinner and had me retain it on me while we went out for dinner party. He then shot a moment load on me in the bath of the restaurant before we went out terpsichore. A last load was shot back in the hotel room and I answered the threshold for elbow room service in intimate apparel and a face completely coated with cum. Such abasement only enhanced my desire for ended submission.

God, I missed that.

And now, maybe, I could take in it again.

The side by side morning, well early Saturday good afternoon actually, when he came downstairs, I was purposely still in my robe, but with thigh luxuriously stockings. I was pretending to understand the newsprint, my stocking-clad understructure up on the board, the robe riding up high enough that he could definitely see the top of my lacing top stockings.

Cody walked in and stopped dead in his cut. There was no doubt he was staring at my branch. I pretended I did n't notice he was there as I feigned reading the newspaper. I even began to slowly be active my left foot over my mightily leg seductively, as if dealing with an itch.

Although I knew he was in the room, he did n't act. I wished I could have seen his face, but I wanted to act as innocent as possible. I wanted to take off the vamper. I wanted him to get the idea that his mother was a sexual being. I wanted to slowly industrial plant the semen that his mother would make a majuscule 'cum bucket'.

It did n't last foresighted, maybe thirty seconds, before I decided the coquette was sufficiency and moved the paper down and, being an actress in gamey school went into broad actress manner, as I said startled, `` Oh, God, you scared me ! I did n't learn you come down the stairs. ``

'' sunrise, 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 night, '' he said.

'' So I heard, '' I said.

His face went egg white. `` You did ? ``

'' Yes, '' I nodded, as I moved my legs off the table, noticing him lookout. Hiding my cognition that it was Mrs offspring, I added, `` And I 'd appreciate it if you did n't fuck Brittany in the room beside me. ``

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

'' I mean, '' I said, standing up and walking directly in front of him, noticing the erect cock poking at his perspiration, `` you 're eighteen and an adult so I understand you have need and I 'm sure you and Brittany are fucking like bunnies, 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 impact 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 role as I imagined dropping to my human knee, pulling out his stiff turncock 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 diddlysquat hole.

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

I was n't ready yet to commit the ultimate taboo, I had to live he wanted it too. But, a plan was beginning to imprint in my mind.

I was going to give him the greatest Yule give ever ... ME.

... ..

William Ashley Sunday at church, I stared at Jemma, still ineffective to fathom 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 second joint highschool under her very conservative dress ... like I was.

I even considered blackmailing her. Although I was a complete submissive to men, I had, on occasion year ago, a few lesbian showdown, including a few where I was in billing. Then it hit me. The perfect way to seduce my son was through the bitch.

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

Her smug smile disappeared instantly as her cheek went white.

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

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

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

When I got home from church, Cody was watching NFL football on the couch. I went to him, put my foot on the couch beside him, and asked, `` Could you please undo the buckle ? 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 game, '' he lied, as he moved his paw to the small buckle.

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

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

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

He again took a lengthy facial expression 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 substructure hoodoo freak like his father.

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

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

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

'' Mom, you need to get back out in the dating world. It 's been two long time, '' he said, his eyes never leaving my legs.

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

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

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

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

We were both dumb for a couple of min while he massaged my base. I noticed him subscribe many quick glimpses up my legs. But I pretended to not point out. Eventually, I said, `` So are you and Brittany serious ? ``

He replied, `` Not really. ``

'' Just friends with benefits ? '' I asked, a term I had learned recently.

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

'' I could use a friend with benefit situation, '' I sighed.

'' Mom ! '' he said, surprised by his usually conservative female parent 's words.

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

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

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

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

'' Listening to you fuck your girlfriend woke up my sleeping, '' I paused for the right field word choice and dramatic effect, `` kitty. ``

'' What 's got into you ? '' he asked, even as he kept massaging my invertebrate foot 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 sustain. ``

Hinting at what I really wanted, I said, my groundwork ever so subtlety pushing down on his iron intemperately cock stuck in his gasp, `` Well, you 're the man of the house now, Cody. ``

I could see his head spinning. I could secern he was wondering if my foot motility was on purpose. He was wondering what exactly I meant by my words.

I continued, `` Now that you 're eighteen and an grownup, I do necessitate you to be the one in bang here sometimes. ``

'' OK, '' he nodded, clearly confused by what I meant.

'' And that means listening to frank conversations with your female parent, '' I finished, before adding, `` even if those conversations gross you out. ``

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

'' fountainhead, so did you ass fucking your girlfriend in the room beside me, '' I quipped, as I moved my feet away and stood up.

He actually laughed.

'' What ? '' I asked, now standing up in forepart of him.

'' I have never heard you swear before this past match of days other than 'shit'a couple of times, '' he said.

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

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

'' No, I 've said more than I meant to, '' I said, starting to take the air 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 family'made my puss chill. He sounded exactly like his father.

'' It 's just, '' I began, trying to seem shy and unquiet, a tip at my slavish side.

'' Just recite me, '' he ordered.

'' You sounded just like your male parent, '' I finally revealed.

'' When ? '' he asked, confused.

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

'' Oh, '' he said.

I continued, `` Your sire was very demanding in the bedchamber. 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 legs 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 try to make him take command of me.

'' It 's just, I do n't require you to think less of me, Cody, '' I said, looking nervous and embarrassed. My year of acting in drama productions were finally paying off.

'' What Mom, nada you say can defecate me think less 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 life history, except that I always wore thigh high gear 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 Master and I the obedient submissive. ``

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

Wanting to stack shock onto impact, I added, `` So sense of hearing you be dominant to Bretagne, calling her names and pounding her SOB, or what did you phone it ? Shit hole ? Well, that brought back memories of your father using me as his three golf hole, his three hole, 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 point in my hands ... attempting to win an Oscar for comfortably performance in an incest seduction.

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

'' You must suppose I 'm some kind 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 person piece of ass worthy ? ``

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

This time he stopped.

I looked up into his middle. `` 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 say me anything, '' I said, as I tried not to smile, knowing my programme was working ... I was planting a plethora of semen for my end goal.

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

'' Just say it, Buffalo Bill 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 treat you like I do my fuck toy, '' he said back.

'' Oh, '' I said, still playing dumb. Yet, my next words made my response seem trivial and probably left him even more baffled. `` Well, I guess that would be improper, would n't it. ``

He laughed awkwardly, just as the doorbell rang. `` Shoot, that is probably microphone. I invited him over to take in the Dolphins vs Green Bay game. ``

I sighed, `` Well, we will proceed 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 Lapplander exact prevailing quality his father used to use, `` Mom, do you need the truth ? ``

'' I think I can do by the Truth, '' I joked, looking neural even as I slightly parodied my husband 's favorite movie.

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

He then walked away, as my kitty-cat gushed into my panties.

I headed to my room needing to set a short to a lesser extent slutty for my son 's ally, but first I needed to come.

... ..

It was the 21st of Dec, four daylight before Christmastide, when I came up with my side by side naughty estimation. Cody was at the hardware store where he worked in the summer. And during the holidays

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

I sighed, still having three to go and getting quite horny 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 retentive cum bucket. ``

'' May I please amount in ? '' she asked, so much more timid than her common smug self.

'' My son is n't here, '' I said, making her delay longer.

'' I came to see you, Elizabeth I, '' 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 fiddling, I guess, '' she replied, following me.

I returned to the kitchen board where I was sitting, spread my legs and ordered, `` In that instance, come and get it. ``

'' Elizabeth I ! '' she gasped, surprised.

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

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

'' You can talk once you have gotten me off, '' I said, snapping my fingers and pointing to my spread peg 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 other evening too, if I recall. ``

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

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

'' All of it, '' she whispered.

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

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

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

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

'' I 'll help you feel it, '' I replied, as I snapped my fingers and pointed to my cunt.

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

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

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

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

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

'' call up 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 cock. ``

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

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

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

'' Is n't getting ass fucked by your daughter 's young man, in another cleaning woman 's home, while your husband is asleep at home wrong too ? '' I asked, as I watched her kneel in front of me.

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

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

I held her question there for a few instant until I felt her glossa start licking.

'' Good, slut, '' I moaned, somehow enjoying the power. 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 flagellation as I closed my eyes and imagined William F. Cody 's cobbler's last word of honor yesterday ... 'If you were n't my mother, I 'd make you my three jam cum pail .'

I was confident that if I made it obvious I was unforced to be a cum bucket, he would likely assume me. If any of the incest stories I read were dependable or any of the forums I read, near son fantasize about fucking their mother. We are their first loves, their first lusts and their number one masturbation fantasies.

As I imagined being his slattern, my climax built quickly and I came on the bitch 's face. Once done, I said, `` You may leave now. ``

Still on her genu, her side coated in my cum, she asked, `` Are you going to keep it a secluded ? ``

Deciding I wanted to remember this moment forever, I grabbed my sound and said, `` Do n't be active, trollop. ``

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

'' You look tiptop slutty with pussy succus all over your 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 phone call. ``

'' Seriously ? '' she asked, disgusted.

'' Of course, '' I said, `` it 's good to have a cunt muncher across the street. ``

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

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

'' You made me, '' she countered.

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

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

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

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

I decided to go to William F. Cody 's room and break what kind of porno he watched. All son, all men, have porn on their computers ... including Reverends.

I logged into his laptop computer and went to his browser story and smiled. He was on the same site 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 Mommy '' : Becoming a mummy jade'. Although I had just come, my pussy was already wanting more.

I began rubbing myself as I looked at other stories he had searched. They were all son and daughter incest stories other than one called `` mum Make soundly Pets '' which was actually a Lesbian incest floor ... another one I had read before.

As I searched more, I noticed that all his incest lookup were from yesterday. Earlier browser history was more gangbang stories, anal stories, etc. He also had hundred of motion-picture show of woman in nylons, almost all without hound on ( he indeed had the Saami voodoo as his father ... nylons, but particularly nylon feet ). He also had ton of videos, again almost all of them with charwoman in stockings : gangbang, match, lesbians, 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 video downloaded lowest Night. It was called Cory Chase in Mother Mouthfuls. I had to click on it. The mother sucked his cock, took it in her pussy and her ass before taking a thick-skulled 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 second base time, before I got dressed and headed out to do some last bit Christmas shopping, including a halt at an adult entrepot for some new toys.

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

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

'' I like to look good, '' I said. `` Is that okay ? ``

'' Of path, '' he nodded, before complimenting, `` you look very salutary, Mom. ``

'' You 're just saying that because I 'm your mother, '' I said, fishing for to a greater extent 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 checker 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 shtup, '' he answered.

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

'' All my friends want to make love you, '' he continued.

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

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

'' wellspring, I guess it 's better than having an ugly female parent, '' I joked, as I went to the tabular array 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 help it, I felt jealous. I asked, `` Do you contrive to land her back home tonight and fuck her ass again ? ``

He was surprised by my question.

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

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

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

'' Yes, '' I nodded, standing up. `` You 're 18. You 're an grownup. ``

'' Um, okay, '' he nodded.

I decided to push the boundary 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 home more, when I meant fucking the woman of the family 's three fuck holes.

'' Good that 's clear, '' I said, before adding, `` and finger barren to fuck her in your elbow room. ``

'' Really ? '' he asked again.

'' Yes, I may not be getting any, but at to the lowest degree I can last vicariously through your ass fornicatress girlfriend, '' I added.

'' Mom ! '' he gasped.

'' What ? '' I asked. `` I 'll pretend you are your Father of the Church and I am the adulteress. ``

'' I ca n't conceive 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 talk. But hearing what I heard the other dark 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 love he was well equipped, `` All the slut I fuck shriek that. ``

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

'' Oh my, apparently you 're already ready for your day of the month, '' I said.

His assurance ooze, obviously realizing he was give up to say whatever he wanted, `` I 'm always make, Mom. Always. ``

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

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

'' Are you offering to whore out your mother ? '' 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 horse in shining armour. ``

He laughed, `` Sure, Mom. But I need to get set up, Bretagne will be here any min now. ``

'' O.K., '' I nodded, before asking `` Do you be after to bring her bet on domicile tonight ? ``

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

Brittany arrived a few minutes later in a plaid skirt, tight blouse and Caucasian rayon stocking. I smiled, he obviously made his cleaning lady wear nylons for him.

He came down and said, as he kissed me on the impudence, `` 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 bulwark cock. I was hoping to bear his entire rooster in me soon and I wanted to get my yearn neglected holes set up for the biggest cock ever to fill me.

I put the sucking cup on the bulwark after lubing it up, pulled up my attire, tugged off my thong, and got on all quaternity. I moved behind it and had it share 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 open door.

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

'' Okay, '' I moaned, before adding, `` could you please shut the door. ``

'' Yes, of course of study, '' 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 accidental act of voyeurism.

'' You too, '' he called back.

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

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

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

... ..

Tuesday and Wednesday were half-baked days as I went to pass some time with my mother, who lived a brace hours away. She would be coming over for Christmas supper on the 25th, but I went and spent a duo of days helping her wrap presents, bake and so forth.

The entire clip, all I thought about was my son.

I got back Thursday afternoon, and the beginning thing I did was shave and cascade. The second thing I did was put a butt end wad in my ass. The 3rd thing I did was put a vibrating egg in my pussy. The fourth thing I did was textual matter Cody.

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

He texted back a few minutes later.

About an hour. I have a Yuletide nowadays for you too.

I had no mind if his present was anything inappropriate, but I hoped so.

I typed back :

Cum home soon.

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

Sorry, stupid auto correct !

He texted back :

LOL !

I put on thigh richly stockings, a flip-flop to keep the plug in my ass and the egg, set on low speed, in my cunt, and a sheer pitch-black teddy, and headed downstairs. I noticed that there were only two confect canes left.

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

Did you bask 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 shelf where he would walk in with a big note :

Present 1 !

Go to the kitchen.

I went to the kitchen, pulled out a lot of sex voucher I made and put them into one of my thigh high school stockings and hung it up on the tabular array so he could n't leave out it.

The coupons included :

1 voucher for a rough face fucking of your female parent

1 coupon for a marathon nookie of your mom

1 voucher for a sloshed ass to fuck

1 coupon to coat your mammy 's face with cum

1 coupon to stick a load in your Mom 's warm backtalk

1 coupon to use a pair of handcuffs

1 coupon for a nylon-clad fundament job

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

1 voucher to have your female parent and the squawk Mrs. Young in a 69

1 coupon for a reverse job while you drive

1 coupon for a three hole Marathon Nox with your long pretermit mother

1 coupon for a bathroom with your Mommy

1 voucher for a tit fucking

1 coupon for a clenched fist fucking of your mother 's cunt

Present 2 !

A cluster of voucher to use as you wish in our very own 12 twenty-four hour period of Fuck-mas.

Now, fare to the living room.

I then went to the living elbow room, and began the very difficult task of wrapping myself. I considered calling Jemma over to aid, but I was n't willing to have her know of my incestuous intentions.

I wrapped my stage and waist, leaving my stocking-clad feet exposed. I wrapped my upper consistence as best I could. I put tinsel on my fountainhead, so much I could n't see a affair, and waited.

prediction coursed through me.

The egg teased me relentlessly.

Then the threshold opened ... and closed.

I heard him take the air into the kitchen. I suddenly felt the shaking get faster.

A couple of excruciating moment 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 Irish bull, it just keeps getting better. ``

I remained silent.

'' This is the safe present ever, '' he said, as he got closer to me. `` Although the wrapping job want work. ``

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

'' Fair enough, '' he laughed, as he reached me, before adding, `` The coupons were an worry touch. ``

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

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

'' I 'd love to fuck that slopped ass off yours, baby, '' I purred.

'' Definitely me first, '' he countered.

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

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

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

'' Yes, master key, every voice of me is yours now, '' I trembled, as I felt his hot breath and then his mouth on my nipple. `` Ooooooh. ``

'' I 've imagined this for a farsighted clip, '' he said, as he bit my nipple.

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

'' Of course, '' he said, going to the early mammilla. `` Who do you think is to blame for my nylon fetish ? ``

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

'' Of form, you have worn them every day of my lifespan 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 beef 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 hearing me fuck who you said was Brittany would trigger that. But seeing it, well, my stopcock is toilsome to resist. ``

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

He unwrapped me completely and kissed me.

I melted into him, my hired hand reaching for his stopcock, his already steady cock, in his jeans.

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

break the osculation, he asked, `` You sure about this ? ``

I smiled, as I unbuckled his swath, pulled down his jeans and boxers, `` Son, I have never wanted anything more in my life. ``

'' Oh, God, '' he groaned, as I stroked his unadulterated penis.

'' May I suck your big cock, son ? '' I asked, looking up at him.

He handed me the voucher for swallowing a load.

'' Mmmmmmmm, a good start, '' I purred, taking the coupon, tossing it on the floor and taking his cock in my mouth.

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

I bobbed furiously, trying to get used to having a putz in my mouth 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 bucketful. ``

I moaned on his dick in reception, as I desperately wanted that first load.

'' Take it all, Mommy-slut, '' he ordered, as he began moving his rosehip to run across my forward bobs.

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

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

I bobbed faster, sensing he was close.

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

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

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

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

'' I did n't know if you liked doing that, your Father of the Church 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 mum 's slit ? '' I asked.

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

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

'' Yes, sister, suck Mommy 's button, make Mommy come, '' I moaned, as I put my hand in his hair.

He demanded, `` seminal fluid for me, Mommy-slut. ``

'' Oh yes, '' I moaned, watching him between my legs, the fantasy becoming reality. `` Do n't quit. Yes, yes, Mommy 's make out, yes, yes, yes ! ``

And my cum flooded out onto my son 's back talk 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 pick out from, '' he smiled. He then surprised me, by handing me the one I least expected.

'' Are you unplayful ? '' 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 consignment you can fit in your mummy cum pail, '' I purred.

'' Then I definitely need to eat. I mean your puss is scrumptious, but it lacks the kilogram calorie I need, '' he joked, standing up.

'' What do you give you beware ? '' I asked.

'' Grab a blouse, keep it unbutton and then straits to the garage. Do n't nark with a annulus. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' You 're insatiate, '' he said.

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

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

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

'' Of line, '' he said.

I grabbed a black 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 second joint highs and an unfastened 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 pecker, eager to leaven how much of a hussy I could be for him.

'' So, were you this slavish and slutty to Dad ? '' William F. Cody asked.

'' In the chamber, 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 realness are often two unlike affair, '' I explained, as I lowered my head onto his cock.

'' So I see, '' he groaned.

This sentence I took my time. I swirled my tongue around his thick mushroom top. I created extra spittle to create a different sensation.

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

'' All three of my holes are like magic, '' I responded.

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

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

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

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

'' And I have been using a couplet 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 lonesome MILF. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Yummy, '' I purred.

He said, `` I 'll order a family ring. I want you to be completely nourished before I deposit lode in your two remaining holes. ``

I moaned on his rooster, the musical theme of getting fucked, especially in my ass, really turning me on.

He ordered.

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

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

I got sucking, knowing this teen was watching the book binding of my head go up and down.

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

'' Yes, Master, '' I replied, sitting up, flashing both of them my mamilla and reached down into my purse. I pulled out a twenty dollar bill, leaned over so my tits were completely in the open and said, to the drooling college age kid, `` hold back the modification, 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 meal. ``

He rolled forward and laughed, `` I think the guy may give birth a heart attack. ``

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

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

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

This clip thing got awkward.

'' Hey, Cody, '' a female person 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 look until we got menage, '' Cody replied.

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

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

'' Yes, captain, '' I obeyed, as I sat up, my knocker now in view for a 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.

William Frederick Cody waited a moment, allowing the girl to really get a good aspect at his prick, before he drove off and we both laughed. `` She 's in my Philosophy class. ``

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

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

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

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

'' old age of withdrawal will do that to a individual, '' I countered.

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

'' Yes, maestro, '' I obeyed, returning to his stopcock, which I sucked the intact 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 fourth dimension for deposit number two. ``

'' Yes, master, '' I obeyed, storm, but more than than happy to oblige.

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

I quipped, wanting to sound nasty, `` Ready to become a real mother fucker ? ``

'' Shit, Mom, '' he groaned, `` you 're the nastiest, blistering slattern I know. ``

'' And a thoroughgoing 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 bury that. ``

He grabbed my pelvic girdle and began fucking me ... hard ... deep.

'' Oh yes, baby, pound your mammy 's drop puss, '' I moaned.

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

'' I 'll stay fresh you to your discussion, '' I said back.

'' trustingness me, '' he said, `` you will take in so much cum in and on you ; you will likely get pale 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 cunt, 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 arcsecond incumbrance, in my second yap so far.

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

'' In stave one, '' he said, as he kept spewing his seed mystifying 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 buckets. ``

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

We ate in quiet as we watched the word. Me only in thigh senior high and my blouse.

Once I was done, I decided to acquire the initiative and moved to him on the couch. I pulled his pant and underclothes off, moved a faeces directly in social movement of him, sat on it and moved my stocking-clad feet to his flaccid tool and started rubbing.

'' This, '' he began, with a smiling, `` is my adult fantasy ever, ''

'' A hoof job from mommy ? '' I asked, looking demure.

'' A sprout pes job from Mommy, '' he corrected.

'' You really are your father 's son, '' I smiled, as I tried to arouse 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 married man or given him foot jobs while he watched television, worked on his laptop or read. I even sucked him off in the bathtub tub and once, while quite inebriate, while he was on the pot bit.do/Fingermypussy ( the only thing I ever did that I found disgusting ).

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

'' This is literally the live matter ever, '' he groaned.

'' What, the metrical unit job or my agape pussy ? '' I asked, as I stroked his cock with my feet.

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

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

'' My shaft looks groovy in your mouthpiece, and pussy too, '' he added.

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

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

'' wellspring, maybe you should fuck your momma 's asshole, '' I suggested, talking dirty.

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

'' Fuck mommy 's nasty shit hole now, '' I demanded.

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

'' You do, '' I said.

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

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

I grabbed the lube I had left near the television standpoint and asked, `` How do you need me ? ``

'' Riding my rooster, '' 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 trollop, '' he countered, as he grabbed the lube, turned me around and poured lube on my ass impertinence. He then slid a fingerbreadth inside my ass.

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

'' Want to make up sure as shooting your ass is ready for my cock, '' he said.

'' I was born ready, '' I replied, as he added a sec finger.

'' That you were, '' he said, and fingered my ass for a match of minutes. Pulling his finger out, he ordered, `` Now ride my cock, mamma cum-bucket. ``

I eagerly obeyed, excited to have a very pecker in my ass for the low sentence 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 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 uneasy, 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 widening for his midst cock. A slight burn that I knew was temporary hit me, but I kept lowering until I was sitting on his lap, his entire nine column inch hammer buried deep in me.

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

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

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

'' Oh my God, '' I screamed, a admixture of pleasance and botheration coursing through me.

'' You like that, Mommy 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 Benjamin Rush of epinephrin at being used hit my very being.

'' Now ride, '' he ordered.

'' Yes, maestro, '' I nodded, as I slowly began moving up and down on his cock.

'' Oh yeah, ass slut, ride my cock, '' he groaned.

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

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

'' Having your female parent ride your stopcock like some cheap slut as a Yuletide present ? '' I asked.

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

After a bit, he added, `` It is the substantially Christmas present ever. ``

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

As I got used to having his cock in my ass, I began riding faster and faster, eventually bouncing on his cock, taking it as deep in my ass as humanly possible. The pleasure overwhelmed the painful sensation and I was in heaven.

'' God, Mom, this feels amazing, '' he groaned.

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

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

'' Oh yes, baby, ass fuck momma. Pound her bullshit fix with your massive hammer, '' I babbled, my sexual climax building.

'' One survive bucket to satiate, '' he grunted, as he slammed hard into me.

'' Oh yes, cum in Mommy 's asshole, '' I begged, as I moved my manus to my fevered kitty. `` Shoot your cum up my shit hole. ``

'' Oh, God, nooky, '' he said, a few surd fortuity later as he spewed his third burden of the day in my third hole.

'' Yes, baby. '' I moaned, rubbing my clit furiously as I felt my son of a bitch filled with cum.

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

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

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

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

'' Come now, ma cum-bucket, ass hussy, hard worker, three golf hole incestuous cocotte, 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 crumple side by slope, completely spent.

As I cuddled into him, a strange equanimity after the Holocene intensity 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 ripe of both earthly concern together.

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

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

'' Merry Christmas Day, '' he said.

I looked up at him, a impish smile on my grimace, and added, `` Wait until New yr 's Eve. ''