Mom 's Stockings : My Son 's Cum Bucket

I have wanted to sleep together my son for a piece, ever since he graduated high school day this year and really furbish up over the summer working construction.

It was then, one random day, while he was in swimming short pants 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 handsome man, a virtual replica of his deceased person Father-God ( who died serving his body politic two twelvemonth ago ).

I did n't only desire to fuck my son, no, I wanted to be his submissive fuck toy.

When I first had these spirit, I went online. commencement I read a lot of titillating narration of mama seducing sons, of sons seducing momma or, even better, Word dominating ma. I am completely subservient, always have been, and all my illusion have always revolved around dispatch submission.

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

It took some doing, but I also found web site that had char talking frankly, and although I did n't join, I read the many comment and was both surprised and excited to learn that incest was much more coarse than one would assume.

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

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

I got up and was heading down the hall to the bathroom when I heard my son question, rather loudly, `` cook to sop up my putz, slut ? ``

audition my son 's vocalism, sounding like his father 's, and saying words similar to what his founding father would say to me back when he was active had me freeze in the hallway.

'' What about Elizabeth II ? '' A vocalization questioned ... a articulation I recognized instantly. It was Mrs. Young, his girl 's mother and a over beef who lived across the street from me.

'' She 's a vocalise crosstie. Plus, you did n't seem concerned about my female parent when you texted me begging for my rooster. ``

'' 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 small dicked husband satisfy you ? '' My son asked, his voice so stiff and authoritative.

'' You know his diminutive prick ca n't get me off, '' she said, bashing the hubby she always raved about at our weekly women 's night.

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

I could n't consider Mrs. Goody-Goody, Mrs. tittle-tattle world-beater, Mrs. Prude was not only in my son 's elbow room, not only willing to be his strumpet, but also took it in the ass.

Instantly, my tenacious neglected back room access was calling me as I remembered getting ass reamed by my husband regularly back when he was alive.

She laughed, belittling her husband, `` I need a tangible man, with a literal tool. ``

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

My hired hand went to my tingling pussycat 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 withstand ? '' My son asked, as I reached the door.

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

I could n't help but smirk. The most pretentious woman in our vicinity. A mother of two, promontory of the residential area council and choir drawing card at church building was calling herself a 'cum bucket'.

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

'' To suck your prick, get fucked like the dirty bawd I am and then get your yummy cum, '' she answered, sounding more like a teenage slut or a porno star than a happily splice mother of two.

Just as I peeked in the open crack accidentally left undetermined for me, I heard the slobbering sounds of rough nerve fucking ... something my hubby 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 Cy Young, in nil but second joint high stockings, and her face full of cock.

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

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

Two : my hubby had a nylon fetish and made me wear thigh highs, a garter and stockings or crotchless pantyhose every day. Something I had continued doing every day the past two year since his tragic death.

Did my son have the same fetish ?

Then he pulled his stopcock out of her mouth.

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

My eyes went big.

My pussy got damper.

His dick was Brobdingnagian. Long and thick.

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

I wanted that peter in my mouthpiece, in my cobwebbed pussy and in my long forgotten ass.

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

I wanted to be the slut that obeyed his every order.

I wanted to be his Mommy-slut.

'' I thought it tasted like her, '' she said, seeming to not be bothered to have just tasted her daughter 's slit juices.

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

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

'' True enough, '' he laughed, before he ordered, `` Get on all four on my bed, slut. ``

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

Hearing the word 'Master'again shocked me. A terminal figure that was common between my husband and me in the confines of our bedroom. In populace no one would recognize he was Master and I submissive. He got teased by his buddies and family that he was whipped, as I was pretty sure-footed, seemingly women's rightist, in public. But once the bedroom door closed, the women's liberationist disappeared and a wanton cock loose woman emerged. bit.do/Fingermypussy

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

'' As always, original, '' she replied like the subservient she was. It made me smirk to see this ostentatious beef not only willingly coming over to get ass fucked, but also pre-lubing herself ... that was something I had never heard of before.

'' soundly, '' he said, as he moved behind her and slammed his hammer deep in her ass in one hard thrust.

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

'' You 're going to ignite up my mother, ass hussy, '' 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 crude ass piece of tail and to prevent it from banging against the wall.

'' Says the married cum bucket sneaking into a neighbor 's business firm to get ass fucked by her daughter 's young man while her husband and Kid are sleeping, '' my son pointed out, clearly loving to remind the gripe just how big a sporting lady she was.

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

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

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

They fucked for a few minutes like this.

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

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

Then he asked, a couple of bit later, `` Which is the cum bucket muddle tonight, slut ? ``

'' I want to unsay it all, '' she answered without hesitation.

'' As you wish, cum pail, '' 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 lip ... that was something I had never done.

My hubby came in my ass, on my ass, on my tits, but mostly he loved coating my face. I remember him saying how much of a go on it was to see a odorous kindergarten teacher with her boldness coated with cum.

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

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

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

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

She did n't slow down, apparently a rather impressive cock chump, as he obviously deposited his encumbrance down her throat.

When he pulled out, he said, `` Could you imagine if the neighbourhood knew the truth, that you 're just a cum pail for big dick ? ``

'' If all the unfrequented housewives knew you were packing nine inches of stopcock I doubt I would be the solely 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 practiced two inches bigger than his Father 's impressive cock.

'' Maybe I should go door to door offering my service of process, '' he said.

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

'' Well, your girl is a two pickle cum bucket and you are a three hole cum bucket, '' he said.

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

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

'' Yes, superior, '' 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 pauperization to come.

I grabbed my coney from the side board, turned it on high and on my favourite pulsations, pulled my pajamas and panty down and slid it inside my wanton cunt.

I closed my optic and imagined that I was my son 's slut. I imagined him face fucking me ; I imagined his stopcock slamming into my snatch ; I imagined his dick gaping my bunghole ; I imagined being his unconditional piece of tail toy ... his cum bucket.

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

... ..

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

I also wanted to try a few assumptions. The beginning being if he had a stocking voodoo like his father. And if he did, which I assumed he did, did he also have a stocking-foot fetish like his don. James loved drawn-out nylon invertebrate foot jobs and could follow just from that and often did. He loved watching summercater while I gave him long nylon-clad groundwork occupation. In these scenarios he either came on my foundation and had me lick the cum off my human foot ( I wondered if I could still do that now ) or he would let me stop him with my mouth before usually coating my face with his cum. bit.do/Fingermypussy He also loved to own me keep his cum on my face.

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

God, I missed that.

And now, maybe, I could experience it again.

The adjacent morning, well early Saturday good afternoon actually, when he came downstairs, I was purposely still in my gown, but with second joint senior high school stockings. I was pretending to say the paper, my stocking-clad feet up on the table, the gown riding up high enough that he could definitely see the top of my lace top stockings.

Buffalo Bill walked in and stopped dead in his tracks. There was no doubt he was staring at my stage. I pretended I did n't notice he was there as I feigned reading the newspaper publisher. I even began to slowly run my go away foot over my right on leg seductively, as if dealing with an itch.

Although I knew he was in the room, he did n't move. I wished I could experience seen his face, but I wanted to act as free as possible. I wanted to get the tease. I wanted him to get the melodic theme that his female parent was a sexual being. I wanted to slowly works the seed that his mother would get a slap-up 'cum bucket'.

It did n't last long, maybe XXX bit, before I decided the tease was enough and moved the paper down and, being an actress in luxuriously schoolhouse went into full actress mode, as I said startled, `` Oh, God, you scared me ! I did n't hear you come down the stair. ``

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

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

'' Sorry, late dark, '' he said.

'' So I heard, '' I said.

His side went white. `` You did ? ``

'' Yes, '' I nodded, as I moved my ramification off the table, noticing him watch. Hiding my knowledge that it was Mrs. Young, I added, `` And I 'd prize it if you did n't fuck Brittany in the elbow room beside me. ``

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

'' I mean, '' I said, standing up and walking directly in movement of him, noticing the erect turncock poking at his lather, `` you 're xviii and an grownup so I understand you have pauperism and I 'm for certain 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 farsighted 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 lav, got out of my thigh senior high school, into the shower and used the shower oral sex for a different purpose as I imagined dropping to my human knee, pulling out his stiff cock and devouring it.

I imagined him grabbing my straits and fucking my face.

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

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

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

I was n't set up yet to pull the ultimate taboo, I had to know he wanted it too. But, a plan was beginning to form in my mind.

I was going to give him the superlative Christmastide present ever ... ME.

... ..

Billy Sunday at church, I stared at Jemma, still unable to sound how she could be so pretentious, judging others. I wanted to walk up to her and evidence her I knew her dirty secret.

I wondered if she was wearing thigh heights under her very conservative dress ... like I was.

I even considered blackmailing her. Although I was a double-dyed submissive to men, I had, on occasion class ago, a few lesbian encounters, including a few where I was in charge. Then it hit me. The staring way to make my son was through the bitch.

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

Her smug grin disappeared instantly as her face went white.

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

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

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

When I got home base from church, Cody was watching NFL football game on the sofa. I went to him, put my human foot on the sofa beside him, and asked, `` Could you please unwrap the buckle ? Mom 's rachis is killing her. ``

'' Um, surely, '' 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 script to the small buckle.

It took him a bit to unbuckle the modest strap with his big fingers, but eventually he did. I slid my base out and wiggled my toes right in front man of him. I then switched foundation 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 sweetheart, '' I said.

He again took a prolonged 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 fetish junky like his father.

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

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

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

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

I sat on the end of the couch, flipped my peg up onto his lap, right on his fork and said, `` Finding a good 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 pes in his hands, I said, `` Just the thought of it exhausts me. Plus, any man I dated I would equate to your father. He was one of a kind. ``

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

We were both tacit for a span of minutes while he massaged my substructure. I noticed him take 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 protagonist with welfare ? '' I asked, a term I had learned recently.

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

'' I could use a friend with benefits place, '' I sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Listening to you get laid your girl woke up my quiescency, '' I paused for the right Good Book pick and dramatic effect, `` kitty. ``

'' What 's got into you ? '' he asked, even as he kept massaging my metrical 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 own. ``

Hinting at what I really wanted, I said, my foot ever so nicety pushing down on his atomic number 26 knockout cock stuck in his pants, `` Well, you 're the man of the house now, Cody. ``

I could see his point spinning. I could tell he was wondering if my foot motility was on intent. He was wondering what exactly I meant by my words.

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

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

'' And that means listening to postmark conversations with your mother, '' I finished, before adding, `` even if those conversations megascopic you out. ``

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

'' Well, so did you ass fucking your girl in the room beside me, '' I quipped, as I moved my animal foot 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 couple of twenty-four hour period other than 'shit'a couple of times, '' he said.

'' Well, hearing you treat Breiz like a complete harlot made me bring in something, '' I said, letting my language linger as I did n't fetch up the sentence.

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

'' No, I 've said more than I meant to, '' I said, starting to walk away.

'' Mom, you ca n't say something like that and then leave alone, '' 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 planetary house'made my pussy tingle. He sounded exactly like his father.

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

'' Just tell me, '' he ordered.

'' You sounded just like your beginner, '' I finally revealed.

'' When ? '' he asked, confused.

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

'' Oh, '' he said.

I continued, `` Your beginner was very demanding in the bedroom. I even still obey him now. ``

'' What ? '' he asked, as he was clearly processing the unusual revelations.

I did n't plan to let him love 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 of the Church insisted I wear nylon stocking 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 ascendancy of me.

'' It 's just, I do n't need you to reckon to a lesser extent of me, Cody, '' I said, looking flighty and embarrassed. My years of acting in drama output were finally paying off.

'' What Mom, nothing you say can make me intend less of you, '' he said, all compassionate.

'' fountainhead, its, just, um, your father was my Master, '' I blurted out.

'' Oh, '' he said, the new Apocalypse marinating in his head.

'' And although neither you or anyone else saw it in our day to day lives, except that I always wore thigh highs or a garter and stockings or even crotchless pantyhose underneath my conservative teacher attire, '' I continued, wanting to lay it all out on the proverbial table, `` in the bedroom he was the professional and I the obedient submissive. ``

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

Wanting to jam shock onto shock, I added, `` So hearing you be dominant allele to Brittany, calling her epithet and pounding her asshole, or what did you anticipate it ? Shit hole ? Well, that brought back memories of your beginner using me as his three hole, his three muddle, um ... ''

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

'' His three hollow cum bucket, '' I quickly said, before sitting back down and dramatically putting my brain in my hand ... attempting to win an Oscar for honest performance in an incest seduction.

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

'' You must consider I 'm some kind of fucked-up loose woman, '' 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 hideous to see as soul fuck worthy ? ``

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

This time he stopped.

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

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

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

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

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

This made him laugh.

'' What ? '' I asked.

'' Do you actualise what you just state 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 succeeding Good Book made my response seem footling and probably left him even more baffle. `` Well, I guess that would be amiss, would n't it. ``

He laughed awkwardly, just as the doorbell rang. `` Shoot, that is probably Mike. I invited him over to watch the Dolphins vs Green Bay secret plan. ``

I sighed, `` Well, we will continue this conversation later. You never did tell me what you would do if I was n't your mother. ``

He looked into my eyes and answered, the same exact dominant step his Father-God used to use, `` Mom, do you want the truth ? ``

'' I think I can cover the trueness, '' I joked, looking nervous even as I slightly parodied my husband 's favourite movie.

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

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

I headed to my room needing to dress a piffling LE slutty for my son 's acquaintance, but first I needed to come.

... ..

It was the 21st of December, four days before Xmas, when I came up with my next gamey idea. Buffalo Bill was at the computer hardware store where he worked in the summertime. And during the holidays

I unwrapped all the candy canes, and began fucking myself with each one for a trade good second or two each, when the doorbell rang.

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

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

Instantly, I knew what I was going to do.

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

'' May I please come in ? '' she asked, so much more shy than her usual smug self.

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

'' I came to see you, Elizabeth, '' she explained.

'' Oh, well come on in, then, '' I offered.

She walked in and I asked, `` Have you had breakfast yet ? ``

'' Yes, '' she answered.

'' Are you still hungry ? '' I asked, as I led her to the kitchen.

'' A little, I guess, '' she replied, following me.

I returned to the kitchen tabular array where I was sitting, spread my pegleg and ordered, `` In that case, fare and get it. ``

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

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

'' I came to talk, '' 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 legs and wet pussy.

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

'' Begging, '' I smirked. `` You did a lot of that the former even too, if I recall. ``

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

'' For what ? '' I asked, before adding, `` for fucking my son, for being his, what did you phone yourself, cum bucket, for fucking your girl 's boyfriend or for taking my son 's dick up your ass in my dwelling ? ``

'' All of it, '' she whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' This is getting old, ass adulteress, '' I sighed. `` Get the screwing over here and eat my slit or I tell your husband and daughter how big a cocotte you are. ``

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

'' phone it what you want, gripe, '' I said. `` Just get over here and let 's see if you 're at good as munching twat as you are at sucking cock. ``

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

'' If you obey like a good hussy and dish out me as I wish, then yes, '' I nodded, having no real intention of letting out her mystic. Instead, I would use it to my advantage.

'' Okay, '' she nodded, moving to me. `` But I think this is so faulty. ``

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

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

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

I held her drumhead there for a few second gear until I felt her glossa offset licking.

'' good, loose woman, '' I moaned, somehow enjoying the power. I was undoubtedly a submissive to men, but I could definitely be a dominant allele to a woman.

She just licked.

I leaned back and enjoyed the tongue lashing as I closed my eye and imagined Cody 's last words yesterday ... 'If you were n't my female parent, I 'd make you my three hole cum pail .'

I was confident that if I made it obvious I was willing to be a cum bucket, he would likely pick out me. If any of the incest stories I read were true or any of the forums I read, to the highest degree boys fantasize about fucking their mothers. We are their first base dear, their for the first time lusts and their first masturbation fantasies.

As I imagined being his slattern, my sexual climax built quickly and I came on the beef 's case. Once done, I said, `` You may entrust now. ``

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

Deciding I wanted to commend this bit forever, I grabbed my earpiece and said, `` Do n't move, slut. ``

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

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

She got up and repeated, now pissed, `` So you 'll keep it a hidden. ``

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

'' Seriously ? '' she asked, disgusted.

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

'' I 'm not a cunt muncher, '' she said, trying to be dignified, which was hilarious considering her face was coated in my cum.

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

'' You made me, '' she countered.

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

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

'' Your closed book is safe with me, '' I said.

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

I decided to go to Cody 's room and condition what kind of porno he watched. All boys, all men, have porn on their data processor ... 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 mama '' : Becoming a ma strumpet'. Although I had just come, my cunt was already wanting more.

I began rubbing myself as I looked at former write up he had searched. They were all son and daughter incest stories former than one called `` mom Make ripe Pets '' which was actually a lesbian incest history ... another one I had read before.

As I searched more, I noticed that all his incest searches were from yesterday. Earlier browser chronicle was more gangbang floor, anal stories, etc. He also had hundreds of pictures of woman in nylons, almost all without heels on ( he indeed had the Lapplander fetish as his father ... nylons, but particularly nylon feet ). He also had net ton of videos, again almost all of them with women in stockings : gangbang, duet, lesbian, etc, but always in nylons.

I smiled as I obviously had triggered exactly what I had wanted to in him ... the idea of fucking his mother.

I then noticed a video downloaded last Nox. It was called Cory Salmon P. Chase in Mother mouthful. I had to click on it. The mother sucked his cock, took it in her slit and her ass before taking a thick 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 time, before I got dressed and headed out to do some endure minute Christmas shopping, including a check at an adult computer storage for some new toys.

That dark, he came home right at supper clock time and I was again in thigh high stockings and a red apparel that barely hid them.

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

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

'' Of course, '' he nodded, before complimenting, `` you look very upright, Mom. ``

'' You 're just saying that because I 'm your mother, '' I said, fishing for Sir Thomas More compliment, as I brought a collection 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 return him a chance to check out my entire body.

'' Mom, you 're hot. A MILF, '' he said, checking me out very unlike what a son should do.

Although I knew what a MILF was, I asked all innocently, `` What 's a MILF ? ``

'' A Mom I 'd Like to Fuck, '' he answered.

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

'' All my friend want to fuck you, '' he continued.

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

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

'' Well, I guess it 's best than having an ugly female parent, '' I joked, as I went to the tabular array with my home 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 facilitate it, I felt jealous. I asked, `` Do you be after to bestow her rear base tonight and fuck her ass again ? ``

He was surprised by my question.

'' You can if you wish, '' I continued. `` This is your house too, and you are the man of the house. You should be able-bodied to fuck who you want, when you want. ``

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

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

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

'' Um, okay, '' he nodded.

I decided to push the boundaries even more. `` And as man of the planetary house, I 'm expecting you to man up more around the house. ``

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

'' Good that 's clear, '' I said, before adding, `` and feel destitute to fuck her in your room. ``

'' Really ? '' he asked again.

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

'' Mom ! '' he gasped.

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

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

'' I 've been holding this in for eld, '' I explained. `` adult public lecture. But hearing what I heard the former Night woke up my sleeping puss. ``

'' Oh my God ! '' he said, standing up.

'' Is n't that what Breiz screamed as you reamed her ass ? '' I teased.

Suddenly he quipped, apparently wanting me to fuck he was well equipped, `` All the trollop I fuck scream that. ``

'' Mmmmmmm, '' I smiled, before adding, `` its heavy to be able to tattle so frankly with you, dear. '' I moved to him and gave him a hug. I felt his hard turncock poking my leg.

'' Oh my, apparently you 're already gear up for your date, '' I said.

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

'' Oh, to have my own XVIII yr old, '' I sighed dramatically.

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

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

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

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

He laughed, `` certain, Mom. But I need to get ready, Bretagne will be here any mo now. ``

'' Okay, '' I nodded, before asking `` Do you plan to bring in her back home tonight ? ``

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

Brittany arrived a few instant later in a plaid bird, cockeyed blouse and white rayons. I smiled, he obviously made his women wear nylons for him.

He came down and said, as he kissed me on the nerve, `` Do n't hold back up, Mom. ``

I joked to both of them, `` Do n't do anything I would n't do. ``

Once they were gone, I went to my room and pulled out the new toys I had bought that day. One was an eight inch wall cock. I was hoping to receive his entire putz in me soon and I wanted to get my recollective unheeded yap prepare for the handsome cock ever to fill me.

I put the sucking cup on the wall after lubing it up, pulled up my dress, tugged off my thong, and got on all four-spot. I moved behind it and had it percentage 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 air 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 well-heeled than dating. ``

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

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

'' Yes, of course, '' he said, pulling out of the salacious spell he was in.

'' Have fun tonight, '' I called out once the room access was closed, a big smile on my typeface 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 pussy. I closed my eyes and imagined that instead of leaving, he walked over and shoved his dick in my mouth.

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

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

... ..

Tues and Wed were weirdo days as I went to pass some time with my mother, who lived a couple 60 minutes away. She would be coming over for Xmas supper on the 25th, but I went and spent a couple of days helping her wrap present, bake and so forth.

The integral prison term, all I thought about was my son.

I got back Thursday good afternoon, and the low thing I did was shave and shower. The second thing I did was put a tooshie plug in my ass. The tertiary thing I did was put a vibrating egg in my snatch. The fourth part thing I did was textbook Cody.

When are you going to be home ? I have an other Christmas nowadays for you.

He texted back a few minutes later.

About an minute. I have a Christmas nowadays for you too.

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

I typed back :

Cum household 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 high stockings, a thong to keep the nag in my ass and the egg, set on low speed, in my slit, and a sheer smuggled teddy, and headed downstairs. I noticed that there were only two confect canes left.

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

Did you enjoy the new flavoured candy canes ?

He texted back :

They were very addicting.

I smiled. He knew. I did n't reply though. I went and put the remote for the egg on the ledge where he would walk in with a big note :

present 1 !

Go to the kitchen.

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

The coupons included :

1 coupon for a rough facial expression fucking of your mother

1 coupon for a endurance contest fucking of your mom

1 voucher for a tight ass to hump

1 coupon to coat your mummy 's face with cum

1 coupon to wedge a load in your Mom 's lovesome mouth

1 coupon to use a couplet of handcuffs

1 voucher for a nylon-clad fundament job

1 coupon for a pegging from your female parent 's strap-on ( if you are into that short of affair ... your Daddy was )

1 voucher to have your Mother and the bitch Mrs. Young in a 69

1 coupon for a blow job while you drive

1 coupon for a three hole marathon dark with your long ignored mother

1 voucher for a bath with your Mommy

1 coupon for a tit fucking

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

present 2 !

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

Now, come to the aliveness room.

I then went to the aliveness room, and began the very difficult project of wrapping myself. I considered calling Jemma over to facilitate, but I was n't uncoerced to have her know of my incestuous intentions.

I wrapped my legs and waist, leaving my stocking-clad feet open. I wrapped my upper dead body as best I could. I put tinsel on my head, so much I could n't see a thing, and waited.

Anticipation 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 mo later, where I had no approximation how he was going to respond ( the yearner he took, the More anxiety I felt ), he was in the room as he said, `` sanctum dirt, it just keeps getting better. ``

I remained silent.

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

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

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

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

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

'' I 'd sleep with to have intercourse that tight ass off yours, baby, '' I purred.

'' Definitely me first, '' he countered.

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

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

A shivering went up my spinal column as his hands cupped my breasts. `` Are these mine now, Mom ? ``

'' Yes, maestro, every part of me is yours now, '' I trembled, as I felt his hot breath and then his back talk on my nipple. `` Ooooooh. ``

'' I 've imagined this for a long time, '' he said, as he bit my nipple.

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

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

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

'' Of trend, you have worn them every day of my life and paraded around, teasing me relentlessly, '' he continued.

I protested, while revealing the Truth, `` I only started purposely teasing you when I caught you dominating that gripe Jemma. ``

'' That explains everything, '' he laughed.

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

'' It was like an overnight finish 180 twist around in your personality, '' he said. `` I could n't bottom how hearing me have sex who you said was Breiz would trigger that. But seeing it, well, my putz is heavy to resist. ``

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

He unwrapped me completely and kissed me.

I melted into him, my manus reaching for his dick, his already tight cock, in his jeans.

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

breakage the kiss, he asked, `` You sure about this ? ``

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

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

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

He handed me the coupon for swallowing a load.

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

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

I bobbed furiously, trying to get used to having a shaft in my back talk again ... determined to get it all in my mouth.

'' Who needs Jemma, '' he groaned, after a brace of minutes. `` I have my own live-in cum bucket. ``

I moaned on his dick in response, as I desperately wanted that first-class honours degree load.

'' look at it all, Mommy-slut, '' he ordered, as he began moving his pelvis to meet 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 veritable thing from now on, '' he groaned.

I bobbed faster, sensing he was close.

'' Yes, Mom, '' he grunted, and spewed his incumbrance in my rima oris. I kept bobbing, swallowing it all, remembering how often I loved the feel of cum sliding down my throat.

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

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

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

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

'' Well, that is just wrong, '' he said, as he dropped to his knees in front of me.

'' Do you want to eat mama 's snatch ? '' I asked.

He did n't respond with words, but instead by military action as he buried his face in my cunt.

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

'' Yes, child, suck Mommy 's clitoris, make momma come, '' I moaned, as I put my hand in his hair.

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

'' Oh yes, '' I moaned, watching him between my legs, the illusion becoming realism. `` Do n't break. Yes, yes, momma 's add up, yes, yes, yes ! ``

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

He kept licking, seeming to taste my cum as much as I had savoured his.

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

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

'' Are you severe ? '' I asked.

'' I need some food if this is going to be the marathon evening I think we both want it to be, '' he said.

'' Oh, I want to see how many loads you can fit in your Mommy cum pail, '' I purred.

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

'' What do you induce you mind ? '' I asked.

'' Grab a blouse, proceed it unfastened and then head to the garage. Do n't put out with a chick. ``

'' 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.

'' rush up, '' he ordered, `` I 'm thirsty. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Of class, '' he said.

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

William Frederick Cody was already in the driver 's seat.

I got in the rider fanny, naked except for thigh senior high and an unbuttoned blouse. `` Where are you taking me, captain ? ``

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

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

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

'' In the bedroom, 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.

'' sensing and realness are often two dissimilar things, '' I explained, as I lowered my question onto his cock.

'' So I see, '' he groaned.

This prison term I took my sentence. I swirled my tongue around his thick mushroom cloud top. I created special saliva to create a different sensation.

He groaned, `` Shit, your oral fissure is like magic. ``

'' All three of my cakehole are like thaumaturgy, '' 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 rooster hungry slut ? '' I asked.

'' That you 're my cock thirsty 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 kick and then watched it ... I knew I had found my pure Master. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Yummy, '' I purred.

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

I moaned on his cock, the idea of getting fucked, especially in my ass, really turning me on.

He ordered.

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

He rolled up slowly and a guy 's vocalization began, `` That will be ... um ... 18 twenty-five. ``

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

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

'' Yes, Master, '' I replied, sitting up, flashing both of them my knocker and reached down into my bag. I pulled out a twenty dollar bill, leaned over so my tits were completely in the exposed and said, to the drooling college age kid, `` observe the change, cutie. ``

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

Cody said, as if in explanation, `` She is having an appetiser before the meal. ``

He rolled forward and laughed, `` I think the guy may let a philia attack. ``

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

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

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

This time things got awkward.

'' Hey, Cody, '' a female voice greeted. `` How are you ... oh my God ! ``

'' Hey Kimberly, '' William Frederick Cody greeted casually. `` How are you doing ? ``

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

'' She could n't wait until we got household, '' William F. Cody replied.

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

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

'' Yes, Master, '' I obeyed, as I sat up, my mammilla now in sight for a miss Buffalo Bill 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 secondly, allowing the girl to really get a good look at his dick, before he drove off and we both laughed. `` She 's in my Philosophy stratum. ``

'' Well, she 's cute and wants your prick, '' I smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, overlord, '' I obeyed, returning to his turncock, which I sucked the entire way home.

As soon as he were in the garage, we got out and he ordered, `` Bend over the car, ma cum-bucket it 's time for repository figure two. ``

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

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

I quipped, wanting to fathom nasty, `` Ready to get a real mother fucker ? ``

'' tinker's damn, Mom, '' he groaned, `` you 're the nastiest, hottest loose woman I know. ``

'' And a complete cum pail, do n't forget, '' I moaned, as he slid his cock in me.

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

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

'' Oh yes, babe, Lebanese pound your ma 's neglected slit, '' I moaned.

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

'' I 'll keep you to your Book, '' I said back.

'' Trust me, '' he said, `` you will have so a great deal cum in and on you ; you will likely get sick of it. ``

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

He fucked me for a few instant, me coming once, before he asked, `` You want this loading in your cunt, mummy cum-bucket ? ``

'' I have three buckets for you, master copy, '' I moaned, `` each eagerly wanting to be lubricated. ``

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

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

'' In daily round one, '' he said, as he kept spewing his seed deep inside me.

Pulling out, he said, `` Let 's go refuel, before we continue the marathon. ``

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

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

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

We ate in secrecy as we watched the intelligence. Me only in thigh heights and my blouse.

Once I was done, I decided to film the initiative and moved to him on the couch. I pulled his pants and underwear off, moved a stool directly in presence of him, sat on it and moved my stocking-clad foundation to his flaccid cock and started rubbing.

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

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

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

'' You really are your founder 's son, '' I smiled, as I tried to waken 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 metre I had sucked my married man or given him foot jobs while he watched tv, worked on his laptop computer or read. I even sucked him off in the bath tub and once, while quite inebriate, while he was on the gutter bit.do/Fingermypussy ( the exclusively 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 give him a foundation job, which spread my legs awkwardly, presenting a very widely open slit or my son to stare at.

'' This is literally the red-hot matter ever, '' he groaned.

'' What, the animal foot job or my gaping pussy ? '' I asked, as I stroked his cock with my feet.

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

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

'' My dick looks great in your mouth, and pussy too, '' he added.

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

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

'' Well, maybe you should have sex your mammy 's whoreson, '' I suggested, talking dirty.

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

'' Fuck momma 's sloshed shit hole now, '' I demanded.

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

'' You do, '' I said.

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

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

I grabbed the lube I had left near the TV stand and asked, `` How do you want me ? ``

'' Riding my cock, '' he answered.

'' Oh, I see, '' I smiled, `` you really have in mind 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 slut, '' he countered, as he grabbed the lubricator, turned me around and poured lubricant on my ass cheeks. He then slid a fingerbreadth inside my ass.

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

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

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

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

I eagerly obeyed, excited to have a real rooster in my ass for the get-go time 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 awkward, but soon I was lowering my asshole on his cock.

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

'' I want to be your hot three-hole Mommy cum-bucket, '' I moaned, my ass widening for his thick 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 inch putz 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 astuteness in my asshole.

'' Oh my God, '' I screamed, a smorgasbord of pleasure and botheration coursing through me.

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

'' screwing, yes, '' I whimpered, a searing infliction still burning, even as a haste of Adrenalin at being used hit my very being.

'' Now ride, '' he ordered.

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

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

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

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

'' Having your mother tantalize your rooster like some gimcrack slut as a Christmas nowadays ? '' I asked.

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

After a mo, he added, `` It is the best Christmas introduce ever. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Oh yes, child, ass roll in the hay mama. Pound her shit kettle of fish with your massive malleus, '' I babbled, my sexual climax building.

'' One close bucket to fill, '' he grunted, as he slammed hard into me.

'' Oh yes, cum in mum 's asshole, '' I begged, as I moved my paw to my fevered puss. `` Shoot your cum up my shit hole. ``

'' Oh, God, fucking, '' he said, a few tough fortuity later as he spewed his one-third encumbrance of the day in my third hole.

'' Yes, child. '' I moaned, rubbing my clitoris furiously as I felt my arse filled with cum.

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

'' holler 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 deep as possible inside me.

'' cum now, Mommy cum-bucket, ass strumpet, hard worker, three hole incestuous woman of the street, submissive Mommy-slut, son fucker, '' he listed off, until I erupted.

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

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

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

He was my passe-partout, I was his cum bucket.

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

Somehow we had combined the best of both public together.

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

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

'' Merry Xmas, '' he said.

I looked up at him, a wicked smile on my font, and added, `` waiting until New Year 's Eve. ''