Dark Fantasies Media

My Son 's Dec 25 Present

A Mother 's Desires serial



It 's been three years since the turkey dropped. That night my husband woke us and belt along us into our backyard bomb shelter. I remember the sky was Orange River on the sensible horizon all around us as we ran through the wet grass to the threshold of the protection. I grabbed my son and ran in, a feeling of safety washing over me. My husband called out that he would be back in an hour, he needed to get something. `` You son of a gripe ! '' I yelled after him as he slammed the door shut. I knew full well the `` something '' he had to get was my unseasoned sister he had obsessed over since the day we met. He must not get made it to my mother 's firm because he never came back. He locked the doorway from the outside as well, leaving us trapped in here forever. Unless someone finds us. Better in here then out there I suppose.

My husband had finished the shelter and stocked it with enough food to last a hundred years, guns and ammunition, furniture and used it as storage for our Yuletide palm. But other than that we had nil. No TVs, no data processor, no movies, no plot, aught. So, for the cobbler's last three old age my son and I have been in this bomb shelter with absolutely zip to do. Three Christmas 's with no presents, three birthdays with no cake, three fucking years with nix ! It has been very operose to determine my son suffer over the age. He feels abandoned by his Father-God, and he is so pent-up with emotion and hormone that I 'm afraid he will blow up soon. We are coming up on our fourth Dec 25 in the shelter, and I am determined to make this Christmas worth something for my son. I do n't hump how, but this year my son will have a present under that dazed plastic tree diagram, I have stared at for three age !

'' Mom, it 's so hot in here ! I 'm going to die ! '' billy goat said wiping sweat off his face.

'' I know sweetheart, mummy is dying too. '' I looked at my son sitting across from me on the floor, swither running down his body. `` Take your Santa hat off dear, that will cool down you off. If you have to, clean down to your underclothes like mum. '' I was already down to my night-shirt and panties. The heating system was so oppressive, I would be naked if not for my son.

'' I 'm too hot to propel ! '' He exclaimed, throwing his arms and legs out in a gesture of frustration. I decided to change the theme. One More Scripture about how hot it is, and I was going to scream.

'' Are you ready for Dec 25 tomorrow morning love ? '' I said, not expecting the answer I got.

'' Fuck Dec 25 ! '' He growled.

'' Hey ! learn your language young man ! '' I growled back. He paid my dissent no mind and just spoke over me.

'' Why ? What does it weigh ? Yule sucks ! Nothing ever happens. We are just going to lay here dying of heating system just like every other day. God, I ca n't blockade sweating ! '' He finished, wiping elbow grease off his brow and flinging it off his hired man towards me. I could see he was starting to get angry.

'' I know dear, I ca n't stop sweating either. '' I looked down at my shirt drenched, almost translucent now. My Son is going to get a resign titty appearance I mused.

'' That 's okay mom, I like it when you sweat. ''

'' What ? '' I spit out in impact cutting him off. `` You like it when I sweat ? '' He looked at me eagerly.

'' Yeah, when ever you are in the living room sweating, this smell fills the air. I do n't know why, but it smells really good to me. '' I looked down at my shirt and panties, both were soaked in sweat, but my step-in were drenched, and I immediately knew what aroma he was talking about. mortified I stammered on.

'' I 'm sorry sweetheart, I know mommy is malodourous down there. I will try not to smell so lots, baby, I 'm sorry. '' He looked at me with confusion on his face.

'' No Mom, I said I like it. I like the smelling. I wish I could smell it all the time. I wish I could smell it closer. '' I could n't trust my ears, he wants to smell it stuffy ? With a look of shock and horror on my case I continued, determined to figure out what he was really trying to say.

'' You want to smell it tight ? What do you intend dear ? '' I said looking at the trading floor, too embarrassed to look him in the oculus. He did n't hesitate to respond, almost bore to be telling me.

'' I wish I could smell out it closer, like stick my face up against you and smell out it closer. '' Now I was at a expiration for words. After a hour of silence, looking down at my legs, I worked up the courageousness to mouth again.

'' Baby ? You do make out that the smell you are talking about is coming from mum 's vagina and anus right ? From my crotch ? That smell is a dirty feeling. It 's not good. People get smelly down there, both girls and boys. Central Thai why we need to wash out down there often. '' It was hard to stay clean in the protection. I did n't know how much water we had, so I made the decisiveness that we would only hold leech bath. It meant never feeling shower smart, but I would favor that to dying of thirst.

As I looked up at my son, I noticed his clothes were drenched in sudor too. My memory was then jogged of a familiar smell in the air on hot twenty-four hour period. A pleasant olfactory property, a look I too have inhaled wantingly, and then It clicked in my head. That smell was my son 's body aroma, the aroma of my son 's hawkshaw. I choked, almost throwing up window pane in my mouth. I ca n't consider it ! I am attracted to the smell of my son 's dirty pecker and my son is attracted to the smell of my dirty snatch !

'' I know that mom. I still like the smell, I ca n't assist it. It makes me find these Wyrd tone. I like it, I want to smell it, I wish I could stick my typeface in it right now ! '' He cut in as my head was spinning from the revelation. I pulled myself together knowing I had to shut this down immediately. I could not have my son lusting after the sense of smell of my stinky pussy !

'' Billy ! Do you take in what you just said ? You want to stick your face in your female parent 's genitalia ? '' I could see he was starting to get mad now. His nerve turned red as anger shooting across his face.

'' I hate it here ! '' He screamed, `` I never get anything here, the one thing I tell you I want, you yell at me for ! '' I knew I had to do something to becalm him down, he is ready to explode and I just lit the fuse.

'' No baby, Mommy 's not yelling at you. I 'm not saying that what you want is wrong, I 'm just saying it 's unusual for a boy to want to do that to his female parent. '' There, that should becalm him down, live on thing I want is for him to fly off the handle. last-place time it happened he was so aggressive I thought he would hit me.

'' So you are saying I can smell you ? '' He said with a big grinning on his face. `` Stick my face in your crotch and olfactory modality for as long as I want ? '' jar came over me. I ca n't believe this is happening. What Have I done ? Oh ! No. I am going to make to cover this delicately.

'' No Baby, that 's not what I Said ''

'' You liar ! You are a liar ! I hate you ! '' He interrupted.

'' babe no ! ma did n't say you ca n't do it, please cool it down, you do n't want to get yourself upset on Noel Eve. '' He started to calm down to my relief. But now I have a Major problem. I am pretty for sure my son is about to amaze his aspect in my crotch and smell my pestiferous kitty and dickhead. He slowly got up and started to walk towards me. My fondness started beating faster, I could feel the line haste to my face as my ear began to ring and a hot flash rolled over my body. He stood good in front of me now. I looked up at his font and could see brutal determination. There was no way I was getting out of this. I slowly spread my pegleg and lifted my metrical foot up onto the boundary of the couch in submission, exposing my white panties now almost see through from the drenching elbow grease. My pussy was clearly outlined and my panties were wedged up between my ass impertinence exposing one cheek Sir Thomas More than the other, leaving an indentation of my asshole.

He dropped to his knees and looked at my crotch with infatuation. I turned my forefront and braced for what was coming. I heard sniffing racket and looked down. His olfactory organ was an inch from my crotch, right between my puss and asshole. He made loud inhaling sound as if he were huffing a drug. I glanced at my pussy again and the precis seemed so much more prominent than before. I looked at it in confusion until I realized stock was rushing to my individual area and engorging my pussy lips. I was so outrage and frightened I did n't feel anything.

Without warning my son slammed his face into my crotch, his poke burying itself an in into my pussy hole, my panties straining to go on him out. I jumped as a jolt wave of look erupted through my body like an explosion. My head slammed back against the couch pull my shirt back, causing the fabric to rub against my nipples. They felt strange, so I looked back down and saw them sticking out almost a half in in length. This was unconvincing, my nipples have never been this voiceless. What is happening to me. I thought, as more jolts of physical opinion shot through my body. I looked down at my son again, his capitulum and nose moving up and down furiously from my pussy to my asshole. He started going a little higher each time and then I felt it.

Stars erupted in my eyes, my ears rang and my nous buzzed in a fog. But I knew my son 's nose had hit my clit, and if he did it again, I was going to orgasm whether I liked it or not. Before I could make a movement to stop him, he slid back up to my clitoris, and I was done. Shockwaves of pleasance erupted inside of my genitalia like a thousand nuclear bomb. My purulent hole tightened, my ass hole throbbed in and out and then I felt burning hot liquid spraying out of my pussy as my head slammed back into the put. I was falling backwards, the room was spinning, I felt as though I would pass out but slowly I was pulled back from the brink.

As I regained consciousness, I noticed the rubbing in my crotch had stopped. I looked up and baton was standing in front of me covered in slit juice and grool. A blow out of the water aspect on his face, mouth open and speechless.

'' Are you okay cocker ? '' I asked looking at him in business organization. I do n't make out why I was concerned for him. He had practically just raped me. A mother 's lovemaking I suppose.

'' Yeah Mom, Are you okay ? You started shaking violently and then I think you peed on me. '' He answered wiping liquid off his chest.

'' Oh ! I 'm bad baby. Do n't worry, mommy is fine. That was n't pee baby, I promise. It 's what girls do if you do matter like stick your face in their crotch. It was n't a bad thing, I promise. '' My Son looked at me like he wanted more. So, I quickly asked, `` Are you happy now ? Did you get what you wanted ? Do you feel better ? '' He started to lour himself to his knees inching forward.

'' Yes and no. I want more now. '' He said. I immediately shut my legs like a bear trap.

'' I 'm good-for-nothing baby, once is enough for tonight, besides you need to get to bed. Tomorrow is Christmas Day and Santa is coming tonight, and you know he only comes for good son who go to sleep on clip. '' I hoped to God he would go for that and go to bed, but he started to get mad again.

'' Oh, Irish bull Mom ! There is no Santa, and I 'm not getting anything tomorrow ! There is nothing here for me to get ! '' Dammit Carla ! Do n't get him angry again, get him to bed ! I thought frantically.

'' baton I promise, you will consume a submit under the tree diagram tomorrow morning, but only if you go to bed now, okay ? '' Please, God assist me, I prayed. If I ca n't get him to bed soon, this night is going to end badly for me.

'' You promise mom ? '' billy club said with a smile appearing on his face. moderation washed over me.

'' I promise Billy. '' I said as excited and enthusiastically as I could muster.

'' Thanks mom ! Good Nox. '' Billy exclaimed as he swooped in and gave me a candy kiss on the buttock. I tried not to recoil in veneration and disgust.

'' Good night baby, dessert ambition. '' I said, moving in to kiss him back. As I neared his cheek he moved his lips towards mine and I felt wet gaolbreak out onto my mouth as his tongue tried to enrol. I clasped my lips tight and braced for his angriness at my refusal, but none came. The smell of my kitty-cat filled my nostril as he pulled away and exhaled into my face. I heard rustling on the carpet, so I opened my centre and watched, holding my breath as he walked into his elbow room and shut his room access.

Fuck Carla ! Now What are you going to do ! You have no present for him and less than eight hours to think of something. I started screaming in my head. I walked to the Christmas Tree and fell on my genu in desperation. I was terrified about not having something under that tree for my son when he woke up in the morning. Terrified of his ire, that will total from it.

'' God help me. What am I going to put under this Christmas tree ? '' I said in a whisper. I looked up towards the far side of the house and saw myself in the mirror knelt under the tree. That 's about the only thing I can reach him, I thought to myself with a lost chuckle. He 'd like that, I mused. Then, I felt a twitch in my pussy, and thoughts of my son taking me right here under the Tree filled my head. I tried desperately to push them out but it was too late. I felt wetness building in my step-in as double of my son 's peter sliding in and out of me danced in my principal like shekels plum. My pussy started to suffer and I could feel my button getting hard. I bit my lip and slue my hand into my rob panties as I layed back under the tree diagram. The orgasm my son had given me, left me wanting More. As my horniness increased, it took over my brain, blocking all noetic persuasion. My finger hit my clit as it moved down to my slit pickle, now flowing like a outpouring. I imagined it was my son 's tongue licking my clit. I pictured his head in between my pegleg again, smelling and licking. I pulled my script out of my panty and a expectant strand of kitty juice trailed behind it.

'' Do you want to smell mommy 's pussy juice baby ? '' I said aloud, as if my son were between my legs right then and there. I shoved my deal back into my panties as my clit screamed to be touched, and furiously rubbed in a circular motion. My ass started puckering in and out signaling my approaching orgasm. It was there, I could feel it coming, but me rubbing my clit was n't going to demand me over the edge. I threw open my shirt, grabbed my good teat and squeezed. Bright stars erupted before my eyes as my orgasm rushed through my body. I laid back convulsing and reveling in the ecstasy, all the while dream of my son 's tool plunging in and out of me. Heaven slowly faded, and while my pussy felt satisfied, a shameful notion took over, and I laid there curled in the fetal position regretting what I had just done. After a few hour of tormenting myself for dreaming about my son fucking me my pussy twitched again.

'' Not again ! '' I groaned aloud. All the hating myself for dreaming about my Word cock has made me horny again, because I was thinking about my son 's cock ! I knew my snatch would n't be satisfied without a right pounding but there were no dildos in the bomb shelter. The solely affair I could determine over the years to stick in my pussy was the handle of a screw device driver which was little and hard as infernal region. My pussy twitched again, reminding me that there was one diffuse rod I could ride. I ca n't believe I am thinking about this, I screamed in my head teacher. Slowly I started to rationalize the state of affairs as an excuse to get what my pussy wanted.

'' Well, we are stuck in here. The macrocosm has ended. We have n't seen anyone for year. He 's getting out of hired man. He will probably end up raping me anyway. It 's only inevitable that this happens. '' I said aloud, laying on my back and looking up at the cap. Besides, I thought. We could be the last two people on earth. Who am I to deny my son the pleasures of knowing a adult female ? Who am I to deny my pussy the pounding its begging for ? The very lot of the human race could depend on my son fucking me ! Oh ! A baby would be wonderful ! I realized sitting up straight in excitement. It would give both of us something to do ! I could n't believe it, but I was resolved. My son was getting a Christmas acquaint tomorrow morning. The serious Christmas deliver any boy could get. Pussy. fountainhead, and maybe a little suck too. I thought as I felt another tinge in my pussy while licking my lip, hungry for cock .