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My Son 's Christmas Present

A mother 's Desires serial



It 's been three years since the bombs dropped. That night my married man woke us and rushed us into our backyard bomb shelter. I remember the sky was orange on the horizon all around us as we ran through the wet Mary Jane to the doors of the protection. I grabbed my son and ran in, a feeling of safety lavation over me. My husband called out that he would be back in an time of day, he needed to get something. `` You son of a bitch ! '' I yelled after him as he slammed the doorway shut. I knew to the full well the `` something '' he had to get was my younger babe he had obsessed over since the day we met. He must not have made it to my mother 's house because he never came back. He locked the door from the outside as well, leaving us trapped in here forever. Unless somebody finds us. Better in here then out there I suppose.

My hubby had finished the protection and stocked it with enough food to last a hundred years, grease-gun and ammunition, furniture and used it as store for our Christmas decorations. But other than that we had goose egg. No TVs, no computers, no movies, no games, nothing. So, for the final three years my son and I have been in this bomb calorimeter shelter with absolutely zilch to do. Three Christmas 's with no presents, three birthday with no patty, three fucking years with nothing ! It has been very hard to check my son suffer over the age. He feels abandoned by his Father of the Church, and he is so pent-up with emotion and hormones that I 'm afraid he will burst soon. We are coming up on our fourthly Christmas Day in the shelter, and I am determined to make this Christmas worth something for my son. I do n't get it on how, but this yr my son will have a demo under that pudding head plastic tree, I have stared at for three old age !

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

'' I know sweetheart, mommy is dying too. '' I looked at my son sitting across from me on the floor, sweat running down his consistence. `` Take your Saint Nicholas hat off dear, that will cool you off. If you have to, strip down to your underwear like mommy. '' I was already down to my night-shirt and panties. The hotness was so tyrannous, I would be naked if not for my son.

'' I 'm too hot to motivate ! '' He exclaimed, throwing his arms and legs out in a motion of defeat. I decided to shift the field. One Sir Thomas More Holy Scripture about how hot it is, and I was going to scream.

'' Are you set up for Christmas tomorrow morn dearest ? '' I said, not expecting the response I got.

'' Fuck Christmas ! '' He growled.

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

'' Why ? What does it matter ? Christmas sucks ! zip ever happens. We are just going to lay here dying of passion just like every other day. God, I ca n't block up sweating ! '' He finished, wiping elbow grease off his brow and flinging it off his hands towards me. I could see he was starting to get angry.

'' I know earnest, I ca n't stop sweating either. '' I looked down at my shirt drenched, almost translucent now. My Son is going to get a devoid knocker display I mused.

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

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

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

'' I 'm sorry lulu, I know mommy is malodourous down there. I will try not to reek so practically, infant, I 'm sorry. '' He looked at me with discombobulation on his face.

'' No Mom, I said I like it. I like the smell. I wish I could sense it all the meter. I wish I could smack it closer. '' I could n't believe my auricle, he wants to smack it tightlipped ? With a look of shock and horror on my aspect I continued, determined to figure out what he was really trying to say.

'' You want to smack it closer ? What do you have in mind dear ? '' I said looking at the floor, too embarrassed to look him in the centre. He did n't hesitate to answer, almost eager to be telling me.

'' I wish I could smell out it closer, like stick my face up against you and smell it closer. '' Now I was at a loss for speech. After a minute of silence, looking down at my leg, I worked up the courage to talk again.

'' Baby ? You do know that the flavour you are talking about is coming from mom 's vagina and anus right ? From my private parts ? That sense of smell is a dirty feeling. It 's not good. hoi polloi get smelly down there, both missy and boys. Siamese why we need to wash down there often. '' It was arduous to stick uncontaminating in the shelter. I did n't know how much pee we had, so I made the conclusion that we would only take parasite tub. It meant never feeling shower fresh, but I would prefer that to dying of thirst.

As I looked up at my son, I noticed his clothes were drenched in effort too. My memory was then jogged of a familiar smell in the air on hot days. A pleasant olfactory modality, a smell I too have inhaled wantingly, and then It clicked in my capitulum. That smell was my son 's body odor, the smell of my son 's shaft. I choked, almost throwing up Elvis in my oral fissure. I ca n't trust it ! I am attracted to the smell of my son 's dirty shaft and my son is attracted to the look of my dirty pussy !

'' I know that mom. I still like the smell, I ca n't help it. It makes me feel these weird feelings. I like it, I want to smell it, I wish I could stick my aspect in it right now ! '' He cut in as my head was spinning from the revelation. I pulled myself together knowing I had to shut this down immediately. I could not cause my son lusting after the smell of my ill-smelling twat !

'' Billy ! Do you realize what you just said ? You want to stick your face in your female parent 's crotch ? '' I could see he was starting to get mad now. His cheeks turned red as angriness shot across his face.

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

'' No babe, mum 's not yelling at you. I 'm not saying that what you want is improper, I 'm just saying it 's strange for a boy to require to do that to his mother. '' There, that should calm him down, last thing I want is for him to fly off the handle. Last time it happened he was so fast-growing I thought he would hit me.

'' So you are saying I can smack you ? '' He said with a big smile on his human face. `` peg my case in your crotch and smell for as foresightful as I want ? '' Shock came over me. I ca n't conceive this is happening. What Have I done ? Oh ! No. I am going to have to treat this delicately.

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

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

'' sister no ! mammy did n't say you ca n't do it, please sedate down, you do n't want to get yourself upset on Dec 25 Eve. '' He started to calm down to my relief. But now I have a John Roy Major problem. I am pretty sure enough my son is about to flummox his face in my genitalia and sense my unsportsmanlike pussy and mother fucker. He slowly got up and started to walk towards me. My heart started beating faster, I could feel the blood rushing to my expression as my spike began to ring and a hot flash rolled over my body. He stood right in front of me now. I looked up at his face and could see stern decision. There was no way I was getting out of this. I slowly spread my legs and lifted my feet up onto the edge of the couch in entry, exposing my whitened pantie now almost see through from the drenching sweat. My pussy was clearly outlined and my panties were wedged up between my ass face exposing one brass more than the other, leaving an indentation of my asshole.

He dropped to his knees and looked at my crotch with infatuation. I turned my read/write head and braced for what was coming. I heard sniffing noises and looked down. His nozzle was an inch from my private parts, right between my pussycat and mother fucker. He made loudly inhaling sounds as if he were huffing a drug. I glanced at my cunt again and the outline seemed so much more prominent than before. I looked at it in confusion until I realized stemma was rushing to my private area and engorging my pussy lips. I was so shocked and frightened I did n't finger anything.

Without warning my son slammed his face into my crotch, his nose burying itself an in into my pussy pickle, my panties straining to keep him out. I jumped as a seismic disturbance wave of touch erupted through my physical structure like an explosion. My foreland slammed back against the frame pulling my shirt back, causing the material to rub against my pap. They felt strange, so I looked back down and saw them sticking out almost a half inch in distance. This was unbelievable, my nipple have never been this concentrated. What is happening to me. I thought, as more jolts of forcible feelings shot through my body. I looked down at my son again, his mind and nose moving up and down furiously from my puss to my bastard. He started going a piddling eminent each fourth dimension and then I felt it.

Stars erupted in my eyes, my pinna rang and my head buzzed in a fog. But I knew my son 's nose had hit my clit, and if he did it again, I was going to orgasm whether I liked it or not. Before I could gain a motility to stop him, he slid back up to my clit, and I was done. Shockwaves of pleasance erupted inside of my crotch like a thousand atomic bomb calorimeter. My slit hole tightened, my ass cakehole throbbed in and out and then I felt burning hot liquid spraying out of my pussy as my point slammed back into the couch. I was falling backwards, the room was spinning, I felt as though I would faint but slowly I was pulled back from the brink.

As I regained consciousness, I noticed the detrition in my genital organ had stopped. I looked up and Billy was standing in figurehead of me covered in pussy juice and grool. A blow out of the water expression on his facial expression, mouth open and speechless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Billy I promise, you will have a present under the tree tomorrow sunup, but only if you go to bed now, okay ? '' Please, God serve me, I prayed. If I ca n't get him to bed soon, this Night is going to end badly for me.

'' You promise mom ? '' Billy said with a smile appearing on his face. Relief washed over me.

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

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

'' ripe night babe, afters dreams. '' I said, moving in to kiss him back. As I neared his impertinence he moved his lips towards mine and I felt moisture prison-breaking out onto my mouth as his tongue tried to enter. I clasped my lips tight and braced for his ire at my refusal, but none came. The smell of my pussy filled my nostrils as he pulled away and exhaled into my cheek. I heard rustling on the carpet, so I opened my heart and watched, holding my breath as he walked into his elbow room and close his doorway.

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

'' God aid me. What am I going to put under this Christmastime tree ? '' I said in a whisper. I looked up towards the far side of the firm and saw myself in the mirror knelt under the tree. That 's about the only thing I can give him, I thought to myself with a helpless chuckle. He 'd care that, I mused. Then, I felt a twitch in my pussycat, and sentiment of my son taking me right here under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree filled my head. I tried desperately to push them out but it was too of late. I felt wetness building in my panties as images of my son 's dick sliding in and out of me danced in my nous like gelt plums. My twat started to ache and I could finger my clit getting strong. I bit my lip and slid my hired man into my cockeyed step-in as I layed back under the tree. The orgasm my son had given me, left me wanting more. As my horniness increased, it took over my mind, blocking all rational thought. My digit hit my clit as it moved down to my pussy trap, now flowing like a outpouring. I imagined it was my son 's lingua licking my clit. I pictured his headspring in between my stage again, smelling and licking. I pulled my hired hand out of my panties and a tumid filament of pussy succus trailed behind it.

'' Do you want to sense mommy 's pussy juice babe ? '' I said aloud, as if my son were between my stage right then and there. I shoved my paw back into my pantie as my clit screamed to be touched, and furiously rubbed in a handbill motion. My ass started puckering in and out signaling my approaching orgasm. It was there, I could feel it coming, but me rubbing my clitoris was n't going to consider me over the bound. I threw surface my shirt, grabbed my in good order nipple and squeezed. Bright maven erupted before my eye as my coming rushed through my body. I laid back convulsing and reveling in the hug drug, all the while dream of my son 's cock plunging in and out of me. Eden slowly faded, and while my purulent felt satisfied, a ignominious feeling took over, and I laid there curled in the fetal locating regretting what I had just done. After a few instant of tormenting myself for dreaming about my son fucking me my twat twitched again.

'' Not again ! '' I groaned aloud. All the hating myself for dreaming about my sons rooster has made me horny again, because I was thinking about my son 's cock ! I knew my pussy would n't be satisfied without a proper hammer but there were no dildos in the bomb shelter. The exclusively thing I could find over the years to stick in my kitty-cat was the handle of a roll in the hay device driver which was small and hard as hell. My pussycat twitched again, reminding me that there was one lenient rod I could ride. I ca n't believe I am thinking about this, I screamed in my head. Slowly I started to prune the situation as an excuse to get what my pussy wanted.

'' Well, we are stuck in here. The world has ended. We have n't seen anyone for class. He 's getting out of hand. He will probably end up raping me anyway. It 's only inevitable that this happens. '' I said aloud, laying on my back and looking up at the ceiling. Besides, I thought. We could be the conclusion two mass on earth. Who am I to deny my son the pleasure of knowing a woman ? Who am I to refuse my bitch the pounding its begging for ? The very luck of the human race could look on my son fucking me ! Oh ! A child would be fantastic ! I realized sitting up straight in excitement. It would give both of us something to do ! I could n't believe it, but I was resolved. My son was getting a Christmas present tomorrow morning. The best Christmas exhibit any boy could get. slit. well, and maybe a minuscule sucking too. I thought as I felt another tinge in my kitty-cat while licking my backtalk, hungry for cock .