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My Son 's Christmas Present

A female parent 's Desires Series



It 's been three years since the dud dropped. That night my hubby woke us and rushed us into our backyard bomb shelter. I remember the sky was orange on the sensible horizon all around us as we ran through the wet green goddess to the doors of the shelter. I grabbed my son and ran in, a feeling of safety washing over me. My hubby called out that he would be back in an hour, he needed to get something. `` You son of a bitch ! '' I yelled after him as he slammed the doorway shut. I knew full well the `` something '' he had to get was my younger sister he had obsessed over since the day we met. He must not take made it to my mother 's planetary house because he never came back. He locked the door 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 decent solid food to last a hundred years, guns and ammunition, furniture and used it as storage for our Christmas decorations. But other than that we had nothing. No TVs, no computers, no movies, no biz, nothing. So, for the cobbler's last three years my son and I have been in this bomb calorimeter protection with absolutely nothing to do. Three Christmas 's with no presents, three natal day with no cake, three fucking years with nothing ! It has been very hard to watch my son suffer over the years. He feels abandoned by his father, and he is so pent-up with emotion and internal secretion that I 'm afraid he will explode soon. We are coming up on our fourth Christmas in the shelter, and I am determined to get to this Xmas worth something for my son. I do n't know how, but this yr my son will get a present under that stupefied credit card tree, I have stared at for three years !

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

'' I know sweetheart, mammy is dying too. '' I looked at my son sitting across from me on the story, sweat running down his body. `` Take your St. Nick hat off dear, that will cool you off. If you have to, undress down to your underclothes like mommy. '' I was already down to my night-shirt and panty. The warmth was so oppressive, I would be naked if not for my son.

'' I 'm too hot to move ! '' He exclaimed, throwing his weapon system and legs out in a gesture of defeat. I decided to change the bailiwick. One more than word about how hot it is, and I was going to scream.

'' Are you gear up for Yule tomorrow morning dear ? '' I said, not expecting the answer I got.

'' Fuck Noel ! '' He growled.

'' Hey ! Watch your linguistic process young man ! '' I growled back. He paid my protest no mind and just spoke over me.

'' Why ? What does it matter ? Christmas sucks ! nothing ever happens. We are just going to lay here dying of heat just like every other day. God, I ca n't stop sweating ! '' He finished, wiping stew off his forehead and flinging it off his mitt towards me. I could see he was starting to get angry.

'' I know dear, I ca n't arrest sweating either. '' I looked down at my shirt drenched, almost translucent now. My Son is going to get a discharge titty show 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 sudation, 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 travail, but my panties were drenched, and I immediately knew what smell he was talking about. Embarrassed I stammered on.

'' I 'm good-for-nothing sweetie, I know mommy is stinky down there. I will try not to smell so much, baby, I 'm sorry. '' He looked at me with confusion on his face.

'' No Mom, I said I like it. I like the flavor. I wish I could smell it all the prison term. I wish I could smell it closer. '' I could n't believe my ears, he wants to reek it closer ? With a facial expression of shock and horror on my expression I continued, determined to figure out what he was really trying to say.

'' You want to smell it closer ? What do you mean dear ? '' I said looking at the base, too embarrassed to face him in the center. He did n't hesitate to answer, almost eager to be telling me.

'' I wish I could smell it closer, like cohere my face up against you and smell it closer. '' Now I was at a loss for Word of God. After a minute of silence, looking down at my legs, I worked up the courage to speak again.

'' Baby ? You do roll in the hay that the smell you are talking about is coming from mummy 's vagina and anus right ? From my crotch ? That smell is a dirty smell. It 's not good. people get smelly down there, both girls and boys. Central Thai why we need to wash down there often. '' It was toilsome to quell clear in the shelter. I did n't know how very much water system we had, so I made the decisiveness that we would only take sponge baths. It meant never feeling shower fresh, but I would prefer that to dying of thirst.

As I looked up at my son, I noticed his clothes were drenched in sweat too. My remembering was then jogged of a familiar smell in the air on hot twenty-four hour period. A pleasant smell, a sense of smell I too have inhaled wantingly, and then It clicked in my head. That feel was my son 's body aroma, the smell of my son 's dick. I choked, almost throwing up Zen in my mouth. I ca n't trust it ! I am attracted to the smell of my son 's dirty cock and my son is attracted to the flavour of my dirty pussy !

'' I know that mom. I still like the olfactory sensation, I ca n't help it. It makes me feel these weird feelings. I like it, I want to smell it, I wish I could nonplus my facial expression 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 flavour of my lousy pussy !

'' Billy ! Do you realize what you just said ? You want to stick your cheek in your mother 's crotch ? '' I could see he was starting to get mad now. His cheeks turned red as anger shot 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 prepare to detonate and I just lit the fuse.

'' No baby, Mommy 's not yelling at you. I 'm not saying that what you want is unseasonable, I 'm just saying it 's unusual for a boy to want to do that to his female parent. '' There, that should calm him down, survive thing I want is for him to fly off the handle. concluding meter 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 smile on his side. `` Stick my facial expression in your genitals and flavour for as long as I want ? '' daze came over me. I ca n't conceive this is happening. What Have I done ? Oh ! No. I am going to have to handle this delicately.

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

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

'' baby no ! Mommy did n't say you ca n't do it, please calm down down, you do n't desire to get yourself upset on Christmastime Eve. '' He started to becalm down to my relief. But now I have a major trouble. I am pretty sure as shooting my son is about to stick his facial expression in my crotch and smell my dirty snatch and asshole. He slowly got up and started to walk towards me. My bosom started beating faster, I could feel the roue rushing to my font as my spike began to ring and a hot flash rolled over my body. He stood right field in front of me now. I looked up at his nerve and could see brutal decision. There was no way I was getting out of this. I slowly spread my legs and lifted my feet up onto the edge of the couch in submission, exposing my white panties now almost see through from the drenching sweat. My pussy was clearly outlined and my pantie were wedged up between my ass impudence exposing one cheek more than the former, leaving an indentation of my asshole.

He dropped to his knees and looked at my crotch with crush. I turned my head and braced for what was coming. I heard sniffing noises and looked down. His nozzle was an inch from my crotch, right between my pussy and bunghole. He made tawdry inhaling phone as if he were huffing a drug. I glanced at my pussy again and the outline seemed so much more prominent than before. I looked at it in confusion until I realized blood was rushing to my common soldier surface area and engorging my pussy lip. I was so shocked and frightened I did n't find anything.

Without warning my son slammed his face into my genitalia, his nose burying itself an inch into my pussy hole, my pantie straining to preserve him out. I jumped as a jolt wave of feelings erupted through my body like an detonation. My headway slammed back against the couch pulling my shirt back, causing the fabric to rub against my nipple. They felt unusual, so I looked back down and saw them sticking out almost a half inch in distance. This was unbelievable, my mamilla have never been this firmly. What is happening to me. I thought, as more jolt of strong-arm touch sensation shot through my torso. I looked down at my son again, his head and nose moving up and down furiously from my pussy to my bastard. He started going a fiddling high each prison term and then I felt it.

Stars erupted in my eyes, my ears rang and my head buzzed in a fog. But I knew my son 's horn in 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 clit, and I was done. Shockwaves of pleasure erupted inside of my genitals like a thousand nuclear turkey. My pussy hole tightened, my ass mess throbbed in and out and then I felt burning hot liquid spraying out of my kitty-cat as my head slammed back into the couch. I was falling backwards, the way was spinning, I felt as though I would faint but slowly I was pulled back from the brink.

As I regained consciousness, I noticed the rubbing in my genital organ had stopped. I looked up and nightstick was standing in front of me covered in pussy juice and grool. A appall look on his grimace, sass surface and speechless.

'' Are you okay spoil ? '' I asked looking at him in care. I do n't know why I was concerned for him. He had practically just raped me. A mother 's love I suppose.

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

'' Oh ! I 'm deplorable 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 find better ? '' He started to lower himself to his human knee inching forward.

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

'' I 'm sorry baby, once is enough for tonight, besides you need to get to bed. Tomorrow is Christmas and Santa is coming tonight, and you know he only comes for good male child who go to sleep on time. '' I hoped to God he would consent that and go to bed, but he started to get mad again.

'' Oh, bullshit Mom ! There is no Saint Nicholas, and I 'm not getting anything tomorrow ! There is nada here for me to get ! '' Dammit Carla ! Do n't get him angry again, get him to bed ! I thought frantically.

'' Billy I promise, you will have a present under the tree diagram tomorrow first light, but only if you go to bed now, okay ? '' Please, God aid 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 said with a smile appearing on his face. substitute washed over me.

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

'' Thanks mom ! honest Night. '' Billy exclaimed as he swooped in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I tried not to recoil in fear and disgust.

'' Good Night baby, sweet dreams. '' I said, moving in to snog him back. As I neared his cheek he moved his lips towards mine and I felt wet break out onto my mouth as his tongue tried to enter. I clasped my lip tight and braced for his anger at my refusal, but none came. The smell of my pussy filled my anterior naris as he pulled away and exhaled into my fount. I heard rustling on the carpet, so I opened my eyes and watched, holding my breathing place as he walked into his way and close his doorway.

Fuck Carla ! Now What are you going to do ! You have no demo for him and lupus erythematosus than eight hr to guess of something. I started screaming in my straits. I walked to the Yuletide tree and fell on my knees in despair. I was terrified about not having something under that tree for my son when he woke up in the morning. Terrified of his anger, that will get 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 meat of the planetary house and saw myself in the mirror knelt under the tree. That 's about the only affair I can make him, I thought to myself with a helpless chuckle. He 'd like that, I mused. Then, I felt a twitching in my slit, and thoughts of my son taking me right here under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree filled my head. I tried desperately to agitate them out but it was too late. I felt wetness edifice in my panties as ikon of my son 's prick sliding in and out of me danced in my head like sugar plums. My pussy started to ache and I could feel my clitoris getting strong. I bit my lip and slide my deal into my soaked panties as I layed back under the tree. The orgasm my son had given me, left me wanting more. As my horniness increased, it took over my mind, blocking all rational persuasion. My finger hit my clit as it moved down to my pussy mess, now flowing like a fountain. I imagined it was my son 's tongue licking my clit. I pictured his head in between my legs again, smelling and licking. I pulled my handwriting out of my pantie and a vauntingly chain of twat juice trailed behind it.

'' Do you require to smell mommy 's twat juice babe ? '' I said aloud, as if my son were between my branch right then and there. I shoved my bridge player back into my panties as my button screamed to be touched, and furiously rubbed in a circular movement. My ass started puckering in and out signaling my approaching orgasm. It was there, I could finger it coming, but me rubbing my clit was n't going to take me over the bound. I threw undetermined my shirt, grabbed my right wing pap and squeezed. Bright mavin erupted before my eyes as my orgasm rushed through my dead body. I laid back convulsing and reveling in the ecstasy, all the while dreaming of my son 's peter plunging in and out of me. Shangri-la slowly faded, and while my pussy felt satisfied, a inglorious feeling took over, and I laid there curled in the fetal office regretting what I had just done. After a few minutes 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 Son cock has made me horny again, because I was thinking about my son 's cock ! I knew my twat would n't be satisfied without a proper pounding but there were no dildos in the dud protection. The solitary affair I could find over the days to stick in my puss was the handle of a screw driver which was small and operose as hell. My kitty-cat twitched again, reminding me that there was one soft rod I could ride. I ca n't believe I am thinking about this, I screamed in my head. Slowly I started to rationalise the situation as an excuse to get what my pussy wanted.

'' Well, we are stuck in here. The worldly concern has ended. We have n't seen anyone for yr. He 's getting out of hand. He will probably end up raping me anyway. It 's only inevitable that this happens. '' I said aloud, laying on my cover and looking up at the ceiling. Besides, I thought. We could be the death two people on earth. Who am I to refuse my son the pleasure of knowing a cleaning woman ? Who am I to abnegate my cunt the pounding its begging for ? The very fate of the human airstream could depend on my son fucking me ! Oh ! A baby would be wonderful ! I realized sitting up straight in excitation. It would reach both of us something to do ! I could n't believe it, but I was resolved. My son was getting a Christmastime present tomorrow morning. The trump Christmas gift any boy could get. Pussy. fountainhead, and maybe a little sucking too. I thought as I felt another tinge in my kitty while licking my lips, hungry for cock .