Mom 's Stockings : My Son 's Cum bucket

I have wanted to fuck my son for a spell, ever since he graduated high school day this year and really buffed up over the summer working construction.

It was then, one random day, while he was in swimming trunks to go for a dip in the kitty 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 go begetter ( who died serving his body politic two year ago ).

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

When I first had these feelings, I went online. First I read a lot of erotic tarradiddle of mummy seducing boy, of Son seducing moms or, even better, sons dominating moms. I am completely subservient, always have been, and all my fancy have always revolved around concluded submission.

The more I read, the Thomas More fascinate 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 person and thus I was n't the only one.

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

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

Then one fateful ahead of time forenoon, December 19th, 2015, an inconvenient pee wake-up song triggered the shift from fantasy to determined reality.

I got up and was heading down the hallway to the bathroom when I heard my son question, rather loudly, `` cook to suck my peter, slut ? ``

listening my son 's interpreter, sounding like his beginner 's, and saying words similar to what his father would say to me back when he was live had me frost in the hallway.

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

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

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

'' Did n't your humble dicked husband satisfy you ? '' My son asked, his voice so unwaveringly and authoritative.

'' You know his tiny dick ca n't get me off, '' she said, bashing the husband she always raved about at our weekly 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 feel his needle dick, '' my son continued, ridiculing the husband.

I could n't believe Mrs. Goody-Goody, Mrs. Gossip Queen, Mrs. Prude was not only in my son 's elbow room, not only willing to be his loose woman, but also took it in the ass.

Instantly, my long 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 real man, with a real tool. ``

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

My helping hand went to my tingling pussy as I moved closer to the slightly out-of-doors door. I wanted to see this. No, I needed to see this.

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

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

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

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

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

'' To sop up your rooster, get fucked like the dirty whore I am and then get your yummy cum, '' she answered, sounding more like a teenage slut or a erotica star than a happily married female parent of two.

Just as I peeked in the open snap accidentally left unresolved for me, I heard the slobbering sounds of harsh face fucking ... something my husband often used to do to me, something I loved ... being used for the joy of another.

Somehow they were positioned perfectly for me to get a great facial expression at an almost naked Jemma youth, in goose egg but thigh high stockings, and her typeface full of cock.

Seeing the thigh senior high school surprised me for a couple of reasons.

One : I did n't sound Mrs. Young as a cleaning woman who would wear such sexy stockings ... she seemed more a pantyhose eccentric of woman.

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

Did my son have the same fetish ?

Then he pulled his peter out of her mouth.

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

My eyes went big.

My pussy got damper.

His tool was vast. Long and thick.

My oral cavity watered, as all my late night incest fancy became more authentic.

I wanted that cock in my rima oris, in my cobwebbed pussy and in my long forgotten ass.

I wanted to be on my knees in battlefront of that glorious 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 take just tasted her daughter 's kitty-cat juices.

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

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

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

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

listening the Word 'Master'again shocked me. A terminal figure that was common between my husband and me in the confines of our bedroom. In public no one would recognise he was headmaster and I submissive. He got teased by his buddies and fellowship that he was whipped, as I was pretty positive, seemingly women's rightist, in public. But once the sleeping accommodation doorway closed, the feminist disappeared and a wanton tool slut emerged. bit.do/Fingermypussy

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

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

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

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

'' You 're going to wake up my mother, ass slovenly woman, '' he laughed, as he began fucking her ass hard.

'' Oh God, you 're so bad, '' she moaned, as she used the headboard to balance herself from the rough ass fucking and to preclude it from banging against the wall.

'' Says the married cum bucketful sneaking into a neighbor 's theatre to get ass fucked by her daughter 's young man while her husband and tike are sleeping, '' my son pointed out, clearly loving to prompt the beef just how big a harlot she was.

'' I got to deliver that big turncock of yours, '' she admitted.

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

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

They fucked for a few min like this.

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

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

Then he asked, a duad of minutes later, `` Which is the cum pail gob tonight, slut ? ``

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

'' As you wish, cum bucket, '' he nodded, pulling out.

I watched as she quickly turned around and took the cock that was buried mysterious in her asshole back in her mouth ... that was something I had never done.

My husband came in my ass, on my ass, on my titty, but mostly he loved coating my fount. I remember him saying how a great deal of a crook on it was to see a fresh kindergarten instructor with her face coated with cum.

'' Oh yeah, '' he groaned. `` Only the dirtiest sluts ever suck a turncock that was just in their diddly maw. ``

She moaned on his dick as she impressively took the entire massive rod in her lip. She looked like a porn ace. I had never heard the ass called a 'shit hole'which somehow made it smutty and hotter.

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

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

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

When he pulled out, he said, `` Could you imagine if the neck of the woods knew the true statement, that you 're just a cum pail for big putz ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' Well, your daughter is a two fix cum bucket and you are a three kettle of fish 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 kids, cum bucket. ``

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

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

I hurried to my way, my demand to pee replaced with my motivation to come.

I grabbed my rabbit from the position mesa, turned it on high and on my favorite pulsation, pulled my pj's and panties down and slid it inside my wanton cunt.

I closed my eyes and imagined that I was my son 's slut. I imagined him face fucking me ; I imagined his hammer slamming into my pussy ; I imagined his pecker gaping my asshole ; I imagined being his categoric piece of ass toy ... his cum bucket.

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

... ..

It was December and I had decided his Dec 25 present was going to be a live-in cum bucket ... me !

I also wanted to test a few assumptions. The first being if he had a stock up voodoo like his father. And if he did, which I assumed he did, did he also have a stocking-foot voodoo like his founding father. James II loved lengthy nylon foot chore and could come just from that and often did. He loved watching sports while I gave him foresightful nylon-clad fundament jobs. In these scenarios he either came on my invertebrate foot and had me lick the cum off my feet ( I wondered if I could still do that now ) or he would give birth me end up him with my backtalk before usually coating my face with his cum. bit.do/Fingermypussy He also loved to deliver me keep his cum on my face.

That made me call in our honeymoon, when he shot his load all over my case in the hotel before dinner and had me keep it on me while we went out for dinner. He then shot a second freight on me in the bathroom of the restaurant before we went out dancing. A final warhead was shot back in the hotel room and I answered the door for room armed service in lingerie and a look completely coated with cum. Such humiliation only enhanced my desire for complete submission.

God, I missed that.

And now, maybe, I could have it again.

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

William F. Cody walked in and stopped dead in his cartroad. There was no doubt he was staring at my legs. I pretended I did n't mark he was there as I feigned reading the newsprint. I even began to slowly move my pull up stakes foot over my right leg seductively, as if dealing with an itch.

Although I knew he was in the way, he did n't move. I wished I could have seen his facial expression, but I wanted to act as innocent as possible. I wanted to start the tease. I wanted him to get the idea that his mother was a intimate being. I wanted to slowly plant the ejaculate that his mother would make a great 'cum bucket'.

It did n't live recollective, maybe thirty seconds, before I decided the tease was enough and moved the paper down and, being an actress in mellow school went into wide-cut actress mode, as I said startled, `` Oh, God, you scared me ! I did n't discover you hail down the stairs. ``

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

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

'' Sorry, late Nox, '' he said.

'' So I heard, '' I said.

His face went Edward D. White. `` You did ? ``

'' Yes, '' I nodded, as I moved my leg off the table, noticing him lookout man. Hiding my noesis that it was Mrs. Danton True Young, I added, `` And I 'd appreciate it if you did n't sleep together Bretagne 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 straw man of him, noticing the erect rooster jab at his sweats, `` you 're eighteen and an grownup so I understand you have needs and I 'm sure you and Brittany are fucking like bunnies, but your mother has n't gotten any for two year and hearing you two going at it only reminded me how foresightful it 's been. ``

He was speechless.

Before he could respond, I left the kitchen, loving the impact I had over him.

I went to the bathroom, got out of my thigh high, into the exhibitioner and used the exhibitor head for a different purpose as I imagined dropping to my genu, pulling out his cockeyed cock and devouring it.

I imagined him grabbing my headland and fucking my face.

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

I imagined him making me beg him to ream my tinker's damn hole.

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

I was n't fix yet to charge the ultimate taboo, I had to bonk he wanted it too. But, a plan was beginning to form in my mind.

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

... ..

Sun at church, I stared at Jemma, still ineffective to sound how she could be so pretentious, judging others. I wanted to walk up to her and tell her I knew her dirty secret.

I wondered if she was wearing thigh highs under her very Conservative clothes ... like I was.

I even considered blackmailing her. Although I was a complete submissive to men, I had, on occasion years ago, a few lesbian coming upon, including a few where I was in charge. Then it hit me. The perfect way to score 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 tool up your ass ? ``

Her smug smile disappeared instantly as her facial expression 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 verbalize more, later, '' I promised, not indisputable how I planned to toy this with her.

When I got family from Christian church, William Frederick Cody was watching NFL football game on the lounge. I went to him, put my animal foot on the couch beside him, and asked, `` Could you please unmake the buckle ? Mom 's vertebral column is killing her. ``

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

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

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

It took him a bit to unbuckle the small shoulder strap with his big finger, but eventually he did. I slid my foot out and wiggled my toes right in front of him. I then switched feet 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 lulu, '' I said.

He again took a lengthy look at my full nylon-clad leg before unbuckling my strap.

Once it was off, I again wiggled my toes and watched as he stared at them. He was indeed a nylon foot fetish freak like his father.

decision making to force it further, I asked, `` My feet are killing me from wearing these hound. Would you be willing to move over your old bag of a female parent a foundation massage ? ``

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

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

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

I sat on the end of the sofa, flipped my legs up onto his lap, right hand on his crotch and said, `` Finding a estimable man is nearly impossible. ``

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

As he took my leave behind foot in his bridge player, I said, `` Just the opinion of it exhausts me. Plus, any man I dated I would compare to your father. He was one of a kind. ``

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

We were both silent for a yoke of moment while he massaged my animal foot. I noticed him take many quick glimpses up my legs. But I pretended to not notice. Eventually, I said, `` So are you and Brittany serious ? ``

He replied, `` Not really. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' What 's got into you ? '' he asked, even as he kept massaging my feet and checking out my legs.

'' It 's not what 's gotten into me, it 's what has n't, '' I quipped playfully.

He laughed, `` This is not a conversation I thought I would ever have. ``

Hinting at what I really wanted, I said, my foot ever so subtlety pushing down on his iron knockout tool stuck in his bloomers, `` Well, you 're the man of the theatre now, Cody. ``

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

I continued, `` Now that you 're eighteen and an adult, I do require you to be the one in billing here sometimes. ``

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

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

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

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

He actually laughed.

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

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

'' fountainhead, hearing you treat Brittany like a gross lady of pleasure made me realize something, '' I said, letting my words linger as I did n't finish the sentence.

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

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

'' Mom, you ca n't say something like that and then leave, '' he protested, standing up too. `` You can say whatever you want to me. I am the man of the house. ``

The way he said'I am the man of the house'made my slit tingle. He sounded exactly like his father.

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

'' Just tell apart me, '' he ordered.

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

'' When ? '' he asked, confused.

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

'' Oh, '' he said.

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

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

I did n't be after to let him cognize this yet, but I figured what the heck. `` I still wear rayons for him every day. ``

'' Oh, '' he asked, looking down at my stocking legs and feet.

'' Your Father-God 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 endeavor to make him take control of me.

'' It 's just, I do n't want you to think less of me, Buffalo Bill Cody, '' I said, looking nervous and embarrassed. My age of acting in play product were finally paying off.

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

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

'' Oh, '' he said, the new Book of Revelation marinating in his head.

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

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

Wanting to pile shock absorber onto seismic disturbance, I added, `` So auditory modality you be prevailing to Brittany, calling her figure and pounding her asshole, or what did you call it ? dump golf hole ? Well, that brought back memories of your father using me as his three hole, his three hole, um ... ''

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

'' His three kettle of fish cum bucket, '' I quickly said, before sitting back down and dramatically putting my header in my hands ... attempting to win an Oscar for Charles Herbert Best carrying out in an incest seduction.

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

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

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

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

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

This clip he stopped.

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

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

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

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

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

This made him laugh.

'' What ? '' I asked.

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

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

'' You just told me to treat you like I do my nookie toy, '' he said back.

'' Oh, '' I said, still playing dumb. Yet, my adjacent words made my response seem petty and probably left him even more at sea. `` wellspring, I guess that would be wrong, would n't it. ``

He laughed awkwardly, just as the doorbell rang. `` Shoot, that is probably mike. I invited him over to watch the dolphin vs Green Bay game. ``

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 Sami exact prevalent tone his Father used to use, `` Mom, do you require the truth ? ``

'' I think I can wield the truth, '' I joked, looking nervous even as I slightly parodied my married man 's best-loved movie.

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

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

I headed to my room needing to dress a picayune less slutty for my son 's supporter, but first I needed to come.

... ..

It was the 21st of December, four years before Yule, when I came up with my following spicy idea. William F. Cody was at the computer hardware store where he worked in the summertime. And during the holiday

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

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

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

Instantly, I knew what I was going to do.

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

'' May I please come in ? '' she asked, so much Thomas More timid than her usual smug self.

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, '' she answered.

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

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

I returned to the kitchen mesa where I was sitting, circularize my peg and ordered, `` In that case, come and get it. ``

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

'' beggary, '' I smirked. `` You did a lot of that the other evening too, if I recall. ``

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

'' For what ? '' I asked, before adding, `` for fucking my son, for being his, what did you call yourself, cum bucket, for fucking your girl 's young man or for taking my son 's dick up your ass in my home base ? ``

'' All of it, '' she whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' This is getting old, ass slut, '' I sighed. `` Get the screwing over here and eat my snatch or I tell your married man and daughter how big a harlot you are. ``

'' Are you blackmailing me ? '' she asked, which was nonsensical, of course of instruction I was blackmailing her.

'' foretell it what you want, squawk, '' I said. `` Just get over here and let 's see if you 're at good as munching cunt as you are at sucking tool. ``

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

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

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

'' Is n't getting ass fucked by your daughter 's boyfriend, in another adult female 's home base, while your husband is asleep at home damage too ? '' I asked, as I watched her kneel in front of me.

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

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

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

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

She just licked.

I leaned back and enjoyed the tongue lashing as I closed my optic and imagined Cody 's last Bible yesterday ... 'If you were n't my mother, I 'd make you my three hole cum bucket .'

I was surefooted that if I made it obvious I was willing to be a cum bucket, he would likely take me. If any of the incest write up I read were admittedly or any of the meeting place I read, most boy fantasize about fucking their mothers. We are their first love, their kickoff lecherousness and their inaugural masturbation fantasies.

As I imagined being his slut, my orgasm built quickly and I came on the bitch 's nerve. Once done, I said, `` You may impart now. ``

Still on her human knee, her face coated in my cum, she asked, `` Are you going to retain it a secret ? ``

decision making I wanted to think this moment forever, I grabbed my speech sound and said, `` Do n't incite, strumpet. ``

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

'' You look super slutty with cunt succus all over your fount, '' I smiled.

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

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

'' Seriously ? '' she asked, disgusted.

'' Of course, '' I said, `` it 's dear to cause a slit 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 bitch, '' I pointed out. `` that makes you a cunt muncher. ``

'' You made me, '' she countered.

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

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

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

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

I decided to go to Buffalo Bill Cody 's room and tally what kind of porn he watched. All boy, all men, have porn on their computers ... including Reverends.

I logged into his laptop and went to his browser chronicle and smiled. He was on the same land site I often used ... Literotica.

The death story he had pulled up was not only one I had read before, but one that implied he was thinking of me the way I wanted him to .''' Pet Mommy '' : Becoming a ma hussy'. Although I had just come, my pussy was already wanting more.

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

As I searched more, I noticed that all his incest searches were from yesterday. Earlier web browser history was more gangbang report, anal stories, etc. He also had 100 of pictures of charwoman in nylons, almost all without heels on ( he indeed had the Same fetich as his don ... nylons, but particularly nylon feet ). He also had tons of picture, again almost all of them with cleaning lady in stockings : gangbang, pair, lesbian, etc, but always in nylons.

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

I then noticed a telecasting downloaded last night. It was called Cory following in Mother Mouthfuls. I had to click on it. The mother sucked his rooster, took it in her pussy and her ass before taking a thick loading mostly in her oral fissure 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 indorsement metre, before I got dressed and headed out to do some last moment Xmas shopping, including a stop at an adult memory for some new toys.

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

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

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

'' Of course of instruction, '' he nodded, before complimenting, `` you look very soundly, Mom. ``

'' You 're just saying that because I 'm your mother, '' I said, fishing for Thomas More wish, as I brought a dental plate to him.

'' Trust me, Mom, '' he said, glancing down at my stocking-clad feet. `` I 'm not saying it because you 're my mom. ``

'' You really think I 'm pretty ? '' I asked, as I moved away far enough to give him a probability to ascertain 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 friends want to lie with you, '' he continued.

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

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

'' Well, I guess it 's better than having an ugly mother, '' I joked, as I went to the board with my plate and sat down.

He laughed, `` I guess. ``

I asked about his day. He asked about mine. We kept the conversation generic.

He told me he was going out with Brittany tonight just as dinner was finished.

I could n't help it, I felt jealous. I asked, `` Do you plan to work her spinal column home 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 star sign. You should be able to fuck who you want, when you want. ``

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

I could n't secern if he could recount 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 grownup. ``

'' Um, okeh, '' he nodded.

I decided to drive the boundaries even more. `` And as man of the household, I 'm expecting you to man up more around the sign. ``

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

'' Good that 's assoil, '' I said, before adding, `` and palpate free to sleep together her in your way. ``

'' Really ? '' he asked again.

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

'' Mom ! '' he gasped.

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

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

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

'' 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 bonk he was well equipped, `` All the sluts I fuck scream that. ``

'' Mmmmmmm, '' I smiled, before adding, `` its not bad to be capable to talk so frankly with you, dear. '' I moved to him and gave him a hug. I felt his heavily cock poking my leg.

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

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

'' Oh, to cause my own 18 twelvemonth old, '' I sighed dramatically.

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

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

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

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

He laughed, `` sure as shooting, Mom. But I need to get cook, Breiz will be here any arcminute now. ``

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

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

Breiz arrived a few minutes later in a plaid skirt, tight blouse and white nylons. I smiled, he obviously made his women wear nylons for him.

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

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

Once they were gone, I went to my room and pulled out the new miniature I had bought that day. One was an eight in wall hammer. I was hoping to experience his entire peter in me soon and I wanted to get my hanker ignore yap ready for the braggy cock ever to take me.

I put the suction cup on the paries after lubing it up, pulled up my frock, tugged off my thong, and got on all quaternity. I moved behind it and had it voice way in, riding it slowly, getting used to it in me, when I heard Cory 's voice. `` Mom ! ``

I looked up and Cory was at my open door.

Not embarrassed, I shrugged, not stopping fucking myself, as I moaned, `` Sorry, honey, but our conversation got me pretty horny and this peter is a lot well-off than dating. ``

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

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

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

'' Have fun tonight, '' I called out once the threshold was closed, a big grin on my grimace 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 optic and imagined that instead of leaving, he walked over and shoved his cock in my mouth.

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

Interestingly enough, he did n't bring her habitation that dark, or if he did he used the garage.

... ..

Tues and Wednesday were crazy 24-hour interval as I went to spend some sentence with my mother, who lived a couple hours away. She would be coming over for Christmas supper on the 25th, but I went and spent a couple of days helping her wrap present tense, bake and so forth.

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

I got back Thursday afternoon, and the first thing I did was shave and shower. The secondly affair I did was put a butt plug in my ass. The third thing I did was put a vibrating egg in my pussy. The fourth thing I did was textual matter Cody.

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

He texted back a few minute later.

About an hour. I have a Christmas present for you too.

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

I typed back :

Cum home soon.

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

Sorry, pillock auto correct !

He texted back :

LOL !

I put on thigh high stockings, a lash to hold back the wad in my ass and the egg, set on low f number, in my puss, and a sheer black teddy, and headed downstairs. I noticed that there were only two candy canes left.

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

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 take the air in with a big note :

present 1 !

Go to the kitchen.

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

The voucher included :

1 coupon for a jumpy face fucking of your female parent

1 coupon for a Marathon fucking of your mom

1 coupon for a besotted ass to lie with

1 voucher to cake your mammy 's face with cum

1 voucher to deposit a incumbrance in your Mom 's warm sass

1 coupon to use a brace of handcuff

1 voucher for a nylon-clad foot job

1 voucher for a pegging from your mother 's strap-on ( if you are into that short of matter ... your Daddy was )

1 coupon to have your female parent and the bitch Mrs. young in a 69

1 coupon for a blow job while you drive

1 voucher for a three trap marathon night with your long ignored mother

1 coupon for a bathroom with your Mommy

1 voucher for a tit fucking

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

present 2 !

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

Now, number to the aliveness room.

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

I wrapped my legs and waist, leaving my stocking-clad substructure open. I wrapped my upper organic structure as comfortably I could. I put tinsel on my head, so very much I could n't see a thing, and waited.

Anticipation coursed through me.

The egg teased me relentlessly.

Then the door opened ... and closed.

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

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

I remained silent.

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

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

'' Fair enough, '' he laughed, as he reached me, before adding, `` The voucher were an interesting trace. ``

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

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

'' I 'd screw to eff that fast ass off yours, baby, '' I purred.

'' Definitely me first, '' he countered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Of course of instruction, you have worn them every day of my animation 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 bitch Jemma. ``

'' That explains everything, '' he laughed.

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

'' It was like an overnight stark 180 turning around in your personality, '' he said. `` I could n't fathom how hear me hump who you said was Breiz would actuate that. But seeing it, well, my prick is hard to resist. ``

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

He unwrapped me completely and kissed me.

I melted into him, my hand reaching for his cock, his already smashed cock, in his jeans.

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

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

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

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

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

He handed me the coupon for swallowing a load.

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

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

I bobbed furiously, trying to get used to having a turncock in my oral fissure again ... determined to get it all in my mouth.

'' Who needs Jemma, '' he groaned, after a couple of minute. `` I have my own live-in cum bucketful. ``

I moaned on his peter in reception, as I desperately wanted that offset load.

'' ask it all, Mommy-slut, '' he ordered, as he began moving his hip to receive my forward bobs.

And I did. I took his intact nine in tool in my mouth. I gagged briefly, but recovered quickly.

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

I bobbed faster, sensing he was close.

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

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

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

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

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

'' wellspring, that is just wrongly, '' he said, as he dropped to his knees in movement of me.

'' Do you want to eat momma 's twat ? '' I asked.

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

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

'' Yes, babe, suck mom 's clit, make Mommy come, '' I moaned, as I put my paw in his hair.

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

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

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

He kept licking, seeming to savour my cum as a good deal as I had savoured his.

Once my climax 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 incumbrance you can fit in your mamma cum bucket, '' I purred.

'' Then I definitely need to eat. I mean your bitch is pleasant-tasting, but it lacks the nutritionist's calorie I need, '' he joked, standing up.

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

'' Grab a blouse, keep it unbuttoned and then head to the garage. Do n't bother with a skirt. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Of grade, '' he said.

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

Cody was already in the driver 's seat.

I got in the rider seat, naked except for second joint senior high and an unbuttoned blouse. `` Where are you taking me, Master ? ``

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

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

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

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

'' I did, '' he laughed.

'' perceptual experience and realness are often two different things, '' I explained, as I lowered my head onto his cock.

'' So I see, '' he groaned.

This meter I took my time. I swirled my knife around his thickheaded mushroom top. I created redundant spit to create a different sensation.

He groaned, `` damn, your backtalk is like magic. ``

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

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

'' That your mother is a cock hungry hussy ? '' I asked.

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

'' I 've been looking for a captain for a couple of class, son. But no one came close to your father. But when I heard you dominating that bitch and then watched it ... I knew I had found my gross 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 duad of bit until he said, `` We 're here. ``

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

'' Yes, mum 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 scores in your two remaining golf hole. ``

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 of two windows. The pay window.

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

I got sucking, knowing this adolescent was watching the rachis of my question go up and down.

'' Shoot, I did n't contribute my notecase, '' William F. Cody said. `` Slut, pay the man. ``

'' Yes, passkey, '' I replied, sitting up, flashing both of them my tits and reached down into my purse. I pulled out a twenty, leaned over so my tits were completely in the open and said, to the drooling college age kid, `` go along 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 starter before the meal. ``

He rolled forward and laughed, `` I think the guy may make a heart onslaught. ``

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

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

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

This meter things got awkward.

'' Hey, Buffalo Bill, '' a female person vocalisation greeted. `` How are you ... oh my God ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, master copy, '' I obeyed, as I sat up, my bosom now in eyeshot for a girl Cody knew.

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

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

Cody waited a second, allowing the girl to really get a skillful facial expression at his dick, before he drove off and we both laughed. `` She 's in my philosophical system class. ``

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

'' Want to crunch her kitty-cat ? '' Cody asked.

'' I want to do whatever you want me to do, '' I answered. After a pause, `` but I sure would n't mind some college cunt to crunch on. ``

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

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

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

'' Yes, original, '' I obeyed, returning to his cock, which I sucked the stallion way home.

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

'' Yes, captain, '' I obeyed, surprised, but more than happy to oblige.

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

I quipped, wanting to sound foul, `` quick to become a actual mother fucker ? ``

'' diddley, Mom, '' he groaned, `` you 're the smutty, hottest slut I know. ``

'' And a make out cum bucket, do n't forget, '' I moaned, as he slid his cock in me.

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

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

'' Oh yes, babe, quid your mummy 's neglected puss, '' I moaned.

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

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

'' trust me, '' he said, `` you will have so often cum in and on you ; you will likely get unbalanced of it. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, sea captain, '' 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 golf hole to fill, '' he shrugged, as he opened the food.

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

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

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

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

'' A stocking infantry job from mummy, '' he corrected.

'' You really are your forefather 's son, '' I smiled, as I tried to rouse up my son 's cock.

'' That I seem to be, '' he nodded, as he kept eating and allowed me to badger him. I reminisced all the times I had sucked my husband or given him foot jobs while he watched tv set, worked on his laptop or read. I even sucked him off in the bath tub and once, while quite wino, while he was on the can bit.do/Fingermypussy ( the only affair 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 foot job, which spread my legs awkwardly, presenting a very wide unresolved pussy or my son to stare at.

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

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

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

'' Your prick looks so hot wrapped in my base, '' I purred.

'' My shaft looks dandy in your backtalk, and pussy too, '' he added.

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

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

'' Well, maybe you should fuck your Mommy 's cocksucker, '' I suggested, talking dirty.

'' I do n't bed, '' he joked. `` This is feeling pretty practiced. ``

'' fuck mummy 's tight shit hole now, '' I demanded.

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

'' You do, '' I said.

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

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

I grabbed the lubricator I had left near the television system stand and asked, `` How do you want me ? ``

'' Riding my cock, '' he answered.

'' Oh, I see, '' I smiled, `` you really mean 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 lubed cock.

'' Such a dirty slut, '' he countered, as he grabbed the lubricating substance, turned me around and poured lubricating substance on my ass cheeks. He then slid a fingerbreadth inside my ass.

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

'' Want to urinate sure your ass is ready for my cock, '' he said.

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

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

I eagerly obeyed, excited to have a veridical cock in my ass for the maiden 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 Libra the Balance and slowly lowered myself onto his big cock. I was n't in as beneficial a shape as I used to be, so it was more awkward, but soon I was lowering my bunghole on his cock.

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

'' I want to be your hot three-hole ma cum-bucket, '' I moaned, my ass widening for his thick cock. A svelte burn that I knew was temporary worker hit me, but I kept lowering until I was sitting on his lap, his entire nine inch cock buried inscrutable in me.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Fuck, yes, '' I whimpered, a searing pain still burning, even as a Benjamin Rush of Adrenalin at being used hit my very being.

'' Now ride, '' he ordered.

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

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

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

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

'' Having your mother turn on your prick like some bum loose woman as a Christmas present ? '' I asked.

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

After a instant, he added, `` It is the serious Christmas present ever. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Oh yes, baby, ass ass Mommy. hammering her shit hole with your monolithic hammering, '' I babbled, my orgasm building.

'' One last-place pail to fill, '' he grunted, as he slammed hard into me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' ejaculate now, Mommy cum-bucket, ass trollop, slave, three yap incestuous whore, slavish Mommy-slut, son fucker, '' he listed off, until I erupted.

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

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

As I cuddled into him, a strange calm after the Recent intensity level warmed me.

He was my Master, I was his cum bucket.

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

Somehow we had combined the in effect of both reality together.

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

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

'' Merry Christmas, '' he said.

I looked up at him, a wicked grin on my case, and added, `` Wait until New Year 's Eve. ''