Mom 's Stockings : My Son 's Cum Bucket

I have wanted to be intimate my son for a while, ever since he graduated richly schooling this year and really buffed up over the summer working construction.

It was then, one random day, while he was in swimming torso to go for a dip in the pond 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 give-up the ghost founder ( who died serving his rural area two age ago ).

I did n't only need to love my son, no, I wanted to be his submissive nookie toy.

When I first had these smell, I went online. offset I read a lot of erotic stories of moms seducing sons, of Son seducing moms or, even better, boy dominating mamma. I am completely subservient, always have been, and all my illusion have always revolved around sodding submission.

The more I read, the 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 females and thus I was n't the sole one.

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

Although the mind of fucking my son made my jackpot purr, I had no purpose of doing anything about it.

Then one fateful early morning, 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 hallway to the bathroom when I heard my son interrogative, rather loudly, `` Ready to suck my cock, slut ? ``

listening my son 's articulation, sounding like his father 's, and saying words standardised to what his father would say to me back when he was alive had me freeze in the hallway.

'' What about Elizabeth ? '' A voice questioned ... a representative I recognized instantly. It was Mrs. youth, his girl 's mother and a double-dyed kick who lived across the street from me.

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

'' I needed your big cock 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 married man satisfy you ? '' My son asked, his articulation so firm and authoritative.

'' You know his tiny prick 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 conceive Mrs. Goody-Goody, Mrs. Gossip fagot, Mrs. prude was not only in my son 's room, not only willing to be his slut, but also took it in the ass.

Instantly, my recollective neglected back door 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 very man, with a real cock. ``

'' Is that why you 're texting me at 2am, sneaking into my home, and on your stifle eager to suck my dick with my mom in the next room ? '' He questioned, loving to humble ... just like his male parent ... always pushing the submissive to the extremes of submission.

My hand went to my tingling pussy as I moved closer to the slightly open doorway. I wanted to see this. No, I needed to see this.

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

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

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

I could n't assist but smirk. The most pretentious woman in our vicinity. A mother of two, capitulum of the biotic community council and choir leader at church was calling herself a 'cum bucket'.

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

'' To imbibe your cock, get fucked like the dirty whore I am and then get your yummy cum, '' she answered, sounding more like a teenage slut or a porn hotshot than a happily tie female parent of two.

Just as I peeked in the receptive crack accidentally left surface for me, I heard the slobbering sound of rocky brass fucking ... something my husband 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 naked Jemma Young, in nothing but thigh luxuriously stockings, and her case full of cock.

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

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

Two : my married man had a nylon fetish and made me break thigh high, a garter and stockings or crotchless pantyhose every day. Something I had continued doing every day the past two twelvemonth since his tragical death.

Did my son have the same voodoo ?

Then he pulled his cock out of her mouth.

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

My eyes went big.

My pussy got damper.

His prick was huge. Long and thick.

My lip watered, as all my late night incest fantasy became more authentic.

I wanted that cock in my lip, in my cobwebbed pussy and in my foresighted leave ass.

I wanted to be on my knees in straw man of that magnificent cock.

I wanted to be the fornicatress 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 make just tasted her daughter 's pussy juices.

'' What would she do if she knew her supposedly adept mommy was a cum bucket for her swain ? '' 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.

auditory sense the word 'Master'again shocked me. A term that was common between my husband and me in the confines of our bedroom. In public no one would make out he was Master and I submissive. He got teased by his pal and family unit that he was whipped, as I was pretty confident, seemingly women's liberationist, in world. But once the bedchamber threshold closed, the women's liberationist disappeared and a wanton cock slovenly woman emerged. bit.do/Fingermypussy

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

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

'' Good, '' he said, as he moved behind her and slammed his cock trench in her ass in one strong thrust.

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

'' You 're going to stir up up my female parent, ass slut, '' he laughed, as he began fucking her ass hard.

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

'' Says the married cum bucket sneaking into a neighbour 's house to get ass fucked by her girl 's boyfriend while her husband and kids are sleeping, '' my son pointed out, clearly loving to prompt the kick just how big a whore she was.

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

'' In your once Virgo SOB, '' He added.

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

They fucked for a few min like this.

I rubbed myself the integral clock 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 yoke of mo later, `` Which is the cum bucketful hole tonight, slut ? ``

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

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

I watched as she quickly turned around and took the cock that was buried deep in her dickhead back in her rima oris ... that was something I had never done.

My married man came in my ass, on my ass, on my tits, but mostly he loved coating my font. I remember him saying how practically of a bend on it was to see a perfumed kindergarten instructor with her typeface coated with cum.

'' Oh yeah, '' he groaned. `` Only the dirtiest sluts ever suck a cock that was just in their tinker's dam hole. ``

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

I wanted to be that porn star ; 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 up down, apparently a rather impressive dick chump, 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 Truth, that you 're just a cum bucketful for big putz ? ``

'' If all the lonesome housewives knew you were packing nine in of cock I doubt I would be the only 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 upright two inches grownup than his begetter 's impressive cock.

'' Maybe I should go door to door offering my inspection and repair, '' he said.

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

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

'' I imagine you plan to shift that soon, '' the female parent said.

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

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

I moved to obliterate 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 motivation to come.

I grabbed my lapin from the slope table, turned it on high and on my darling pulsations, pulled my pajama and pantie down and slue it inside my wanton cunt.

I closed my eyes and imagined that I was my son 's slut. I imagined him case fucking me ; I imagined his peter slamming into my pussy ; I imagined his dick gaping my asshole ; I imagined being his unconditioned fuck toy ... his cum bucket.

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

... ..

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

I also wanted to examine a few premiss. The first being if he had a stocking fetish like his father. And if he did, which I assumed he did, did he also have a stocking-foot hoodoo like his father. Saint James the Apostle loved lengthy nylon foot jobs and could add up just from that and often did. He loved watching sports while I gave him farseeing nylon-clad invertebrate foot chore. In these scenarios he either came on my human foot and had me drub the cum off my feet ( I wondered if I could still do that now ) or he would stimulate me complete him with my rima oris before usually coating my face with his cum. bit.do/Fingermypussy He also loved to make me save his cum on my face.

That made me recall our honeymoon, when he shot his load all over my face in the hotel before dinner and had me keep it on me while we went out for dinner. He then shot a second load on me in the bathroom of the restaurant before we went out terpsichore. A final load was shot back in the hotel room and I answered the door for elbow room service of process in lingerie and a nerve completely coated with cum. Such abasement only enhanced my desire for finish submission.

God, I missed that.

And now, maybe, I could throw it again.

The succeeding 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 paper, my stocking-clad feet up on the table, the robe riding up high enough that he could definitely see the top of my lace top stockings.

Cody walked in and stopped dead in his running. There was no doubtfulness he was staring at my ramification. I pretended I did n't detect he was there as I feigned reading the newspaper. I even began to slowly actuate my left base over my right hand leg seductively, as if dealing with an itch.

Although I knew he was in the room, he did n't actuate. I wished I could have seen his face, but I wanted to act as impeccant as possible. I wanted to start the tease. I wanted him to get the mind that his mother was a intimate being. I wanted to slowly plant the seed that his mother would make a gravid 'cum bucket'.

It did n't last recollective, maybe 30 seconds, before I decided the tease was enough and moved the newspaper publisher down and, being an actress in high schooltime went into full moon actress way, as I said startled, `` Oh, God, you scared me ! I did n't hear you arrive down the stair. ``

'' break of the day, Mom, '' he said, breaking his eye contact from my legs and looking at me.

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

'' Sorry, late Night, '' he said.

'' So I heard, '' I said.

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

'' Yes, '' I nodded, as I moved my legs off the tabular array, noticing him watch. Hiding my knowledge that it was Mrs. Young, I added, `` And I 'd treasure it if you did n't bang Brittany in the room beside me. ``

'' S-s-sorry, '' he said, clearly shocked by my straight-from-the-shoulder language.

'' I mean, '' I said, standing up and walking directly in battlefront of him, noticing the vertical cock poke at his sweat, `` you 're eighteen and an adult so I understand you have demand and I 'm sure you and Brittany are fucking like bunnies, but your female parent has n't gotten any for two years and hearing you two going at it only reminded me how long it 's been. ``

He was speechless.

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

I went to the lav, got out of my thigh highs, into the shower and used the shower down head teacher for a dissimilar purpose as I imagined dropping to my knee, pulling out his squiffy cock and devouring it.

I imagined him grabbing my psyche and fucking my face.

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

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

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

I was n't gear up yet to commit the ultimate taboo, I had to know he wanted it too. But, a architectural plan was beginning to mold in my mind.

I was going to give him the nifty Christmastime present ever ... ME.

... ..

William Ashley Sunday at church, I stared at Jemma, still unable to fathom how she could be so pretentious, judging others. I wanted to walk up to her and tell her I knew her dirty secret.

I wondered if she was wearing thigh high under her very conservative garb ... 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 skirmish, including a few where I was in care. Then it hit me. The perfect way to seduce my son was through the bitch.

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

Her smug smile 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 indisputable how I planned to play this with her.

When I got rest home from Christian church, Cody was watching NFL football game on the sofa. I went to him, put my base on the couch beside him, and asked, `` Could you please undo the warp ? Mom 's back is killing her. ``

'' Um, trusted, '' 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 game, '' he lied, as he moved his hand to the lowly buckle.

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

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

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

He again took a protracted facial expression at my full nylon-clad leg before unbuckling my strap.

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

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

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

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

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

I sat on the end of the lounge, flipped my legs up onto his lap, rightfulness on his genitalia and said, `` Finding a dependable man is nearly impossible. ``

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

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

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

We were both silent for a couple of minute while he massaged my feet. I noticed him ingest many quick glimpses up my legs. But I pretended to not notice. Eventually, I said, `` So are you and Brittany sober ? ``

He replied, `` Not really. ``

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

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

'' I could use a acquaintance with welfare situation, '' I sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Listening to you lie with your girlfriend woke up my sleeping, '' I paused for the aright Holy Scripture choice and striking effect, `` kitty. ``

'' What 's got into you ? '' he asked, even as he kept massaging my foundation 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 animal foot ever so shade pushing down on his iron intemperate stopcock stuck in his pants, `` Well, you 're the man of the planetary house now, Cody. ``

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

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

'' okeh, '' 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 crude me out, '' he said. `` They just came out of the blue. ``

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

He actually laughed.

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

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

'' Well, hearing you treat Bretagne like a fill out whore made me take in something, '' I said, letting my words linger as I did n't finish the sentence.

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

'' No, I 've said to a greater extent 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 sign'made my pussy shudder. He sounded exactly like his father.

'' It 's just, '' I began, trying to look shy and nervous, a breath at my submissive side.

'' Just tell me, '' he ordered.

'' You sounded just like your father, '' 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 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 have a go at it this yet, but I figured what the heck. `` I still wear nylon stocking for him every day. ``

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

'' Your forefather insisted I wear nylons every day for him and I ... '' I paused again.

'' And what ? '' he asked, drawn into my seduction, completely unaware I was seducing him in an endeavour to get to him take control of me.

'' It 's just, I do n't want you to think LE of me, Cody, '' I said, looking unquiet and embarrassed. My class of acting in dramatic play productions were finally paying off.

'' What Mom, zero you say can gain me imagine to a lesser extent of you, '' he said, all compassionate.

'' Well, 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 lifespan, except that I always wore thigh highs or a garter and stockings or even crotchless pantyhose underneath my conservative instructor dress, '' I continued, wanting to lay it all out on the proverbial mesa, `` in the chamber he was the Master and I the obedient submissive. ``

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

Wanting to pile jar onto jar, I added, `` So hearing you be rife to Brittany, calling her name and pounding her asshole, or what did you call it ? Shit mess ? Well, that brought back retention of your father using me as his three hole, his three gob, um ... ''

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

'' His three hole cum bucket, '' I quickly said, before sitting back down and dramatically putting my head in my hands ... attempting to win an Oscar for adept performance in an incest seduction.

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

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

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

'' You could n't ? '' I asked. `` Am I too obscene to see as someone roll in the hay worthy ? ``

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

This clip he stopped.

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

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

'' You can tell me anything, '' I said, as I tried not to smile, knowing my programme was working ... I was planting a plethora of seminal fluid 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 realize what you just told me ? '' he asked, his hand still on my leg.

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

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

'' Oh, '' I said, still playing dumb. Yet, my next actor's line made my response seem trivial and probably left him even more puzzle. `` well, I guess that would be awry, would n't it. ``

He laughed awkwardly, just as the bell rang. `` Shoot, that is probably Mike. I invited him over to watch the Dolphins vs honey oil Bay game. ``

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

He looked into my eye and answered, the Lapplander exact dominant flavor his male parent used to use, `` Mom, do you want the accuracy ? ``

'' I think I can treat the truth, '' I joked, looking skittish even as I slightly parodied my husband 's deary 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 spend a penny 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 less slutty for my son 's friend, but first I needed to come.

... ..

It was the 21st of December, four Clarence Shepard Day Jr. before Christmas, when I came up with my next naughty mind. Cody was at the hardware storage where he worked in the summertime. And during the holidays

I unwrapped all the confect canes, and began fucking myself with each one for a unspoilt hour 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 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 bucketful. ``

'' May I please come in ? '' she asked, so much more timid than her common 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 piddling, I guess, '' she replied, following me.

I returned to the kitchen table where I was sitting, spread my legs and ordered, `` In that case, follow and get it. ``

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

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

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

'' You can blab out 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 former eve 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 call yourself, cum bucketful, for fucking your daughter 's boyfriend or for taking my son 's tool up your ass in my rest home ? ``

'' All of it, '' she whispered.

'' And what are you bequeath 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 aid you obtain 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 adulteress who cheat on their husband with their daughter 's beau should know when they are being blackmailed. ``

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

'' This is getting old, ass slut, '' I sighed. `` Get the piece of ass over here and eat my cunt or I tell your husband and daughter how big a whore you are. ``

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

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

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

'' If you obey like a respectable slut and service me as I wish, then yes, '' I nodded, having no real aim of letting out her secret. Instead, I would use it to my advantage.

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

'' Is n't getting ass fucked by your daughter 's fellow, in another woman 's home, while your husband is asleep at menage wrong too ? '' I asked, as I watched her kneeling in presence of me.

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

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

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

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

She just licked.

I leaned back and enjoyed the spit whipping as I closed my eyes and imagined Cody 's last words yesterday ... 'If you were n't my female parent, I 'd get you my three hole cum bucket .'

I was confident that if I made it obvious I was willing to be a cum bucket, he would likely take me. If any of the incest stories I read were true or any of the forums I read, most son fantasize about fucking their mothers. We are their first gear making love, their first lusts and their number one masturbation fantasies.

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

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

deciding I wanted to recollect this second forever, I grabbed my speech sound and said, `` Do n't impress, slovenly woman. ``

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

'' You look superintendent slutty with kitty-cat juice all over your face, '' I smiled.

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

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

'' Seriously ? '' she asked, disgusted.

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

'' I 'm not a cunt muncher, '' she said, trying to be dignified, which was hilarious considering her typeface 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 hubby or daughter. ``

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

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

I decided to go to Cody 's room and delay what sort of porno he watched. All son, all men, have porn on their figurer ... including Reverends.

I logged into his laptop and went to his browser account and smiled. He was on the Saame site I often used ... Literotica.

The last tarradiddle 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 Mommy Slut'. Although I had just come, my pussy was already wanting more.

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

As I searched more, I noticed that all his incest search were from yesterday. Earlier browser history was more gangbang stories, anal retentive chronicle, etc. He also had hundreds of pictures of woman in nylons, almost all without blackguard on ( he indeed had the same fetich as his forefather ... nylons, but particularly nylon base ). He also had short ton of videos, again almost all of them with adult female 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 concluding Nox. It was called Cory Chase in mother taste. I had to come home on it. The mother sucked his putz, took it in her puss and her ass before taking a thick cargo mostly in her oral cavity 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 secondly time, before I got dressed and headed out to do some last minute of arc Christmas shopping, including a stop at an grownup computer memory for some new toys.

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

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

'' I like to await good, '' I said. `` Is that okey ? ``

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

'' You 're just saying that because I 'm your female parent, '' I said, fishing for more compliments, as I brought a plate to him.

'' trustingness 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 reach him a chance to stop 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 acquaintance want to have a go at it you, '' he continued.

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

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

'' fountainhead, I guess it 's expert than having an ugly mother, '' 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 party was finished.

I could n't help it, I felt overjealous. I asked, `` Do you plan to bring her back home tonight and fuck her ass again ? ``

He was surprised by my question.

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

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

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

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

'' Um, okey, '' he nodded.

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

'' Yes, Mom, '' he nodded, taking it as helping around the house more, when I meant fucking the cleaning lady of the house 's three get it on holes.

'' Good that 's bring in, '' I said, before adding, `` and find free to fuck her in your elbow room. ``

'' Really ? '' he asked again.

'' Yes, I may not be getting any, but at least I can live 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 legs and feet.

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

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

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

Suddenly he quipped, apparently wanting me to make out he was well equipped, `` All the sluts I fuck thigh-slapper that. ``

'' Mmmmmmm, '' I smiled, before adding, `` its keen to be able to talk so frankly with you, honey. '' I moved to him and gave him a hug. I felt his knockout cock poking my leg.

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

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

'' Oh, to have my own eighteen year old, '' I sighed dramatically.

He laughed, `` I have a few buddies who would eagerly live up to that persona. ``

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

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

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

He laughed, `` sure, Mom. But I need to get ready, Brittany will be here any moment now. ``

'' Okay, '' I nodded, before asking `` Do you be after to land her gage home tonight ? ``

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

Brittany arrived a few minutes later in a plaid skirt, taut blouse and albumen nylons. I smiled, he obviously made his adult female wear nylon stocking for him.

He came down and said, as he kissed me on the cheek, `` 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 elbow room and pulled out the new toys I had bought that day. One was an eight inch wall turncock. I was hoping to have his entire stopcock in me soon and I wanted to get my long neglected trap ready for the biggest pecker ever to meet me.

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

I looked up and Cory was at my open door.

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

'' I forgot my wallet, '' 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 shut down the door. ``

'' Yes, of trend, '' he said, pulling out of the lustful trance he was in.

'' Have fun tonight, '' I called out once the door was closed, a big smile on my boldness 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 middle and imagined that instead of leaving, he walked over and shoved his putz in my mouth.

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

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

... ..

Tuesday and Wednesday were weirdo daylight as I went to spend some time 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 twosome of days helping her wrap nowadays, bake and so forth.

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

I got back Th afternoon, and the first thing I did was shaving and shower bath. The second thing I did was put a butt ballyhoo in my ass. The one-third thing I did was put a vibrating egg in my pussy. The one-quarter thing I did was school text Cody.

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

He texted back a few hour later.

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

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

I typed back :

Cum home soon.

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

Sorry, stupid auto correct !

He texted back :

LOL !

I put on thigh gamey stockings, a flip-flop to keep the plug in my ass and the egg, set on low fastness, in my slit, 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, in all probability giving away everything before he even got abode :

Did you bask the new flavour candy canes ?

He texted back :

They were very addicting.

I smiled. He knew. I did n't respond though. I went and put the remote control for the egg on the ledge where he would take the air in with a big annotation :

Present 1 !

Go to the kitchen.

I went to the kitchen, pulled out a crew 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 miss it.

The voucher included :

1 voucher for a harsh nerve fucking of your mother

1 coupon for a battle of Marathon fucking of your mom

1 coupon for a tight ass to fuck

1 coupon to coat your mum 's face with cum

1 coupon to deposit a load in your Mom 's warm up lip

1 coupon to use a twain of handlock

1 coupon for a nylon-clad animal foot job

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

1 coupon to have your Mother and the gripe Mrs. young in a 69

1 coupon for a blow job while you drive

1 coupon for a three hole marathon night with your long neglected female parent

1 coupon for a bathroom with your mommy

1 coupon for a tit fucking

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

Present 2 !

A bunch of coupons to use as you wish in our very own 12 Clarence Day of Fuck-mas.

Now, come to the animation room.

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

I wrapped my wooden leg and waistline, leaving my stocking-clad feet open. I wrapped my speed torso as good I could. I put tinsel on my head, so lots 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 oscillation get faster.

A couple of excruciating arcminute later, where I had no musical theme how he was going to respond ( the yearner he took, the Thomas More anxiousness I felt ), he was in the room as he said, `` holy place crap, it just keeps getting better. ``

I remained silent.

'' This is the easily gift ever, '' he said, as he got closer to me. `` Although the wrapping job need work. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Definitely me first, '' he countered.

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

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

A chill went up my spine as his hired hand 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 mouth on my nipple. `` Ooooooh. ``

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

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

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

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

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

I protested, while revealing the true statement, `` 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 complete 180 turn around in your personality, '' he said. `` I could n't sound how sense of hearing me fuck who you said was Brittany would trigger that. But seeing it, well, my cock is arduous to resist. ``

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

He unwrapped me completely and kissed me.

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

We kissed not as female parent 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 dungaree and packer, `` Son, I have never wanted anything more in my animation. ``

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

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

He handed me the coupon for swallowing a load.

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

'' Oh yes, '' he groaned, as I instantly began bobbing. I was n't going to make lovemaking to his peter, I was going to wet-nurse it like a cum hungry fornicatress ... like a subservient slave.

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

'' Who needs Jemma, '' he groaned, after a couple of second. `` 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.

'' subscribe to it all, Mommy-slut, '' he ordered, as he began moving his hips to meet my forward bobs.

And I did. I took his entire nine inch cock 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 lode in my mouthpiece. I kept bobbing, swallowing it all, remembering how often I loved the feeling of cum sliding down my throat.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Do you want to eat ma 's slit ? '' I asked.

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

'' Ohhhhh, '' I moaned, as his natural language went to operate. The clapper, mixed with the egg vibrating inside me, had me fevered and ready to erupt in a distich of minutes.

'' Yes, sister, suck Mommy 's clitoris, make mummy cum, '' I moaned, as I put my handwriting in his hair.

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

'' Oh yes, '' I moaned, watching him between my legs, the phantasy becoming reality. `` Do n't stop. Yes, yes, Mommy 's coming, yes, yes, yes ! ``

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

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

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

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

'' Are you serious ? '' I asked.

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

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

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

'' What do you experience you take care ? '' 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 unspoilt Mom tone.

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

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

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

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

'' Oh, we will, '' he promised, spanking my ass. `` Now go get a blouse. We ca n't experience you nude driving around town in unornamented perspective. ``

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

'' Of course, '' he said.

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

Cody was already in the device driver 's seat.

I got in the passenger place, naked except for second joint highs and an unbuttoned blouse. `` Where are you taking me, sea captain ? ``

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

'' I see, '' I smiled, as I fished out his cock, tidal bore to rise how very much of a strumpet I could be for him.

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

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

'' I did, '' he laughed.

'' Perception and realism are often two different thing, '' I explained, as I lowered my head onto his cock.

'' So I see, '' he groaned.

This time I took my time. I swirled my tongue around his duncish mushroom top. I created extra saliva to create a different sensation.

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

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

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

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

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

'' I 've been looking for a skipper for a couple of eld, 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 perfect Master. ``

'' And I have been using a yoke 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 on up with me ? '' he asked.

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

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

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

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

'' Yummy, '' I purred.

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

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 window. The pay window.

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

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

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

'' Yes, victor, '' I replied, sitting up, flashing both of them my tits and reached down into my purse. I pulled out a XX, leaned over so my bosom were completely in the receptive and said, to the drooling college age kid, `` prevent 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 appetizer before the repast. ``

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

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

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

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

This fourth dimension things got awkward.

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

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

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

'' She could n't await until we got household, '' Buffalo Bill Cody replied.

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

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

'' Yes, Master, '' I obeyed, as I sat up, my boob now in position for a girl Cody knew.

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

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

Buffalo Bill waited a second, allowing the girl to really get a good look at his tool, before he drove off and we both laughed. `` She 's in my Philosophy course of instruction. ``

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

'' Want to crunch her kitty ? '' Buffalo Bill Cody asked.

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

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

'' Years of backdown will do that to a person, '' I countered.

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

'' Yes, Master, '' I obeyed, returning to his tool, which I sucked the entire way home.

As soon as he were in the service department, we got out and he ordered, `` Bend over the car, mama cum-bucket it 's prison term for deposit figure two. ``

'' Yes, passe-partout, '' I obeyed, surprise, but Sir Thomas More than happy to oblige.

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

I quipped, wanting to sound nasty, `` fix to go a real mother fucker ? ``

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

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

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

He grabbed my rose hip and began fucking me ... hard ... deep.

'' Oh yes, baby, Syrian pound your mummy 's ignored pussy, '' I moaned.

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

'' I 'll retain you to your word, '' I said back.

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

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

He fucked me for a few transactions, me coming once, before he asked, `` You want this load in your slit, Mommy cum-bucket ? ``

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

'' Here it comes, Mommy-slut, '' he grunted, and deposited his second load, in my second jam 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 source oceanic abyss inside me.

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

'' Yes, master copy, '' 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 kettle of fish to fill up, '' 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 rent the initiative and moved to him on the couch. I pulled his pants and underclothes off, moved a stool directly in figurehead of him, sat on it and moved my stocking-clad feet to his flaccid cock and started rubbing.

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

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

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

'' You really are your Church Father 's son, '' I smiled, as I tried to wake up my son 's cock.

'' That I seem to be, '' he nodded, as he kept eating and allowed me to tease him. I reminisced all the times I had sucked my husband or given him foot jobs while he watched goggle box, worked on his laptop or read. I even sucked him off in the bath tub and once, while quite drunk, while he was on the toilet bit.do/Fingermypussy ( the only matter I ever did that I found disgusting ).

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

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

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

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

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

'' My cock looks heavy in your mouthpiece, and pussy too, '' he added.

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

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

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

'' I do n't get it on, '' he joked. `` This is feeling pretty practiced. ``

'' Fuck momma 's tight SOB cakehole 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 stand and asked, `` How do you require me ? ``

'' Riding my cock, '' he answered.

'' Oh, I see, '' I smiled, `` you really meant I would be doing all the study. ``

'' 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 lube, turned me around and poured lube on my ass cheeks. He then slid a finger inside my ass.

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

'' Want to make trusted your ass is fix for my peter, '' he said.

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

'' That you were, '' he said, and fingered my ass for a couplet of mo. Pulling his fingers out, he ordered, `` Now rag my cock, Mommy cum-bucket. ``

I eagerly obeyed, excited to have a real number cock in my ass for the 1st time in year. I backed up, straddled him slowly, facing him, wanting to wait at him as we fucked.

I put my hands on his chest of drawers for balance and slowly lowered myself onto his big cock. I was n't in as respectable a shape as I used to be, so it was more uneasy, but soon I was lowering my son of a bitch on his cock.

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

'' I want to be your hot three-hole Mommy cum-bucket, '' I moaned, my ass turnout for his thick cock. A fragile sunburn that I knew was impermanent hit me, but I kept lowering until I was sitting on his lap, his entire nine in pecker buried trench in me.

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

'' As is your shaft, '' 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 depths in my asshole.

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

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

'' Fuck, yes, '' I whimpered, a searing painful sensation still burning, even as a rush of adrenaline at being used hit my very being.

'' Now ride, '' he ordered.

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

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

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

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

'' Having your female parent depend on your stopcock like some cheap hussy as a Christmas present tense ? '' I asked.

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

After a moment, he added, `` It is the safe Christmas present ever. ``

I moaned, `` I could n't agree Thomas More. ``

As I got used to having his peter 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 hurting 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 cock deep in me, turned around, put me on the sofa and took control condition of the ass fucking.

'' Oh yes, baby, ass screw mamma. Pound her shit hole with your massive hammer, '' I babbled, my orgasm building.

'' One last bucketful to fill up, '' he grunted, as he slammed hard into me.

'' Oh yes, cum in Mommy 's cocksucker, '' I begged, as I moved my hired man to my fevered pussy. `` Shoot your cum up my shit kettle of fish. ``

'' Oh, God, fuck, '' he said, a few hard strokes later as he spewed his third gear warhead of the day in my thirdly hole.

'' Yes, child. '' I moaned, rubbing my clit furiously as I felt my dickhead filled with cum.

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

'' Call me name calling, '' 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 slattern, striver, three hole incestuous whore, submissive 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 bit of my orgasm, before pulling out as we both collapsed position by side, completely spent.

As I cuddled into him, a strange equanimity after the recent intensiveness 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 best of both populace together.

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

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

'' Merry Christmas, '' he said.

I looked up at him, a severe smile on my human face, and added, `` waiting until New yr 's Eve. ''