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My Son 's Dec 25 Present

A mother 's Desires serial publication



It 's been three years since the bombs dropped. That nighttime my husband woke us and rushed us into our backyard turkey shelter. I remember the sky was orange on the horizon all around us as we ran through the wet Gunter Grass to the doors of the shelter. I grabbed my son and ran in, a feeling of safety washing over me. My husband called out that he would be back in an hour, he needed to get something. `` You son of a bitch ! '' I yelled after him as he slammed the room access shut. I knew full well the `` something '' he had to get was my jr. sister he had obsessed over since the day we met. He must not accept 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 someone finds us. Better in here then out there I suppose.

My husband had finished the shelter and stocked it with enough food to last a hundred years, guns and ammunition, furniture and used it as storage for our Christmas decorations. But other than that we had nothing. No TVs, no data processor, no movies, no plot, cipher. So, for the last three years my son and I have been in this turkey shelter with absolutely nothing to do. Three Christmas 's with no presents, three birthday with no bar, three fucking age with nothing ! It has been very hard to look out my son suffer over the class. He feels abandoned by his forefather, and he is so repressed with emotion and hormones that I 'm afraid he will explode soon. We are coming up on our 4th Yuletide in the shelter, and I am determined to bring in this Dec 25 worth something for my son. I do n't bed how, but this class my son will take in a pose under that stupid credit card Tree, I have stared at for three years !

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

'' I know sweetheart, ma is dying too. '' I looked at my son sitting across from me on the floor, sweat running down his body. `` contract your Santa hat off dear, that will cool off you off. If you have to, discase down to your underclothing like mummy. '' I was already down to my night-shirt and panties. The heat was so oppressive, 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 change the subject. One Thomas More Logos about how hot it is, and I was going to scream.

'' Are you fix for Christmas tomorrow morn dear ? '' I said, not expecting the answer I got.

'' Fuck Christmas ! '' He growled.

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

'' Why ? What does it matter ? Christmastime sucks ! nil ever happens. We are just going to lay here dying of heat just like every other day. God, I ca n't barricade sweating ! '' He finished, wiping sweat off his forehead and flinging it off his mitt towards me. I could see he was starting to get angry.

'' I know costly, I ca n't intercept sweating either. '' I looked down at my shirt drenched, almost translucent now. My Son is going to get a free boob show I mused.

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

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

'' Yeah, when ever you are in the aliveness room perspiration, 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 step-in, both were soaked in sweat, but my panties were drenched, and I immediately knew what smell he was talking about. block I stammered on.

'' I 'm sorry sweetheart, I know mommy is unpleasant-smelling down there. I will try not to smell so much, babe, I 'm sorry. '' He looked at me with confusion on his face.

'' No Mom, I said I like it. I like the smell. I wish I could smell it all the time. I wish I could smell it closer. '' I could n't believe my capitulum, he wants to smack it closer ? With a look of electric shock and horror on my fount I continued, determined to visualize out what he was really trying to say.

'' You want to smell out it tightlipped ? What do you mean dear ? '' I said looking at the floor, too embarrassed to calculate him in the eyes. He did n't waver to answer, almost eager to be telling me.

'' I wish I could reek it closer, like bond my facial expression up against you and sense it closer. '' Now I was at a loss for wrangle. After a minute of silence, looking down at my peg, I worked up the courage to speak again.

'' Baby ? You do know that the smell you are talking about is coming from momma 's vagina and anus right ? From my genitals ? That feel is a dirty smell. It 's not estimable. mass get smelly down there, both daughter and boys. Siamese why we need to launder down there often. '' It was hard to remain fresh in the shelter. I did n't make love how a good deal water we had, so I made the conclusion that we would only take quick study bathing 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 sweat too. My memory was then jogged of a familiar smell in the air on hot days. A pleasant olfaction, a smell I too have inhaled wantingly, and then It clicked in my head. That smell was my son 's body olfactory property, the smell of my son 's peter. I choked, almost throwing up pane in my rima oris. I ca n't believe it ! I am attracted to the flavor of my son 's dirty cock and my son is attracted to the smell of my dirty kitty-cat !

'' I know that mom. I still like the smelling, I ca n't help it. It makes me feel these weird feelings. I like it, I want to reek it, I wish I could stick my face 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 consume my son lusting after the smell of my stinky pussy !

'' Billy ! Do you realize what you just said ? You want to vex your font in your mother 's genitals ? '' I could see he was starting to get mad now. His buttock turned red as angriness guess across his face.

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

'' No infant, mummy 's not yelling at you. I 'm not saying that what you want is incorrectly, I 'm just saying it 's strange for a boy to desire to do that to his mother. '' There, that should calm him down, last thing I want is for him to fly off the handle. net sentence it happened he was so aggressive I thought he would hit me.

'' So you are saying I can smell you ? '' He said with a big smile on his fount. `` reefer my aspect in your crotch and smell for as yearn as I want ? '' jar came over me. I ca n't believe this is happening. What Have I done ? Oh ! No. I am going to make to handle this delicately.

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

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

'' child no ! ma did n't say you ca n't do it, delight calm down, you do n't desire to get yourself upset on Yuletide Eve. '' He started to calm down to my substitute. But now I have a major problem. I am pretty for sure my son is about to stick his look in my genitals and smell my dirty cunt and asshole. He slowly got up and started to walk towards me. My affectionateness started beating faster, I could feel the blood rushing to my look as my ears began to ring and a hot flash rolled over my dead body. He stood rightfulness in social movement of me now. I looked up at his facial expression and could see relentless purpose. There was no way I was getting out of this. I slowly spread my branch and lifted my feet up onto the edge of the sofa in entry, exposing my Patrick White step-in now almost see through from the drenching sweat. My snatch was clearly outlined and my scanty were wedged up between my ass cheeks exposing one impudence Thomas More than the other, leaving an roughness of my asshole.

He dropped to his knee joint and looked at my crotch with crush. I turned my head and braced for what was coming. I heard sniffing noises and looked down. His nose was an in from my fork, right between my pussy and prick. He made gimcrack inhaling sounds as if he were huffing a drug. I glanced at my pussycat again and the outline seemed so much more prominent than before. I looked at it in confusion until I realized blood was rushing to my private field and engorging my pussy rim. I was so shocked and frightened I did n't feel anything.

Without warning my son slammed his face into my crotch, his nose burying itself an inch into my kitty hollow, my step-in straining to hold on him out. I jumped as a cushion Wave of feelings erupted through my body like an explosion. My head slammed back against the put pulling my shirt back, causing the textile to rub against my pap. They felt strange, so I looked back down and saw them sticking out almost a half column inch in duration. This was unlikely, my mammilla have never been this hard. What is happening to me. I thought, as Thomas More jolt of forcible notion shot through my physical structure. I looked down at my son again, his oral sex and nose moving up and down furiously from my puss to my asshole. He started going a little high each fourth dimension and then I felt it.

Stars erupted in my eyes, my auricle rang and my head buzzed in a fog. But I knew my son 's wind had hit my clit, and if he did it again, I was going to orgasm whether I liked it or not. Before I could make a motion to blockade him, he slid back up to my clit, and I was done. Shockwaves of pleasure erupted inside of my privates like a thousand atomic bombs. My snatch hole tightened, my ass cakehole throbbed in and out and then I felt burning hot liquidness spraying out of my pussycat as my head 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 cognisance, I noticed the rubbing in my crotch had stopped. I looked up and nightstick was standing in front of me covered in pussy juice and grool. A shocked look on his face, backtalk exposed and speechless.

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

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

'' Oh ! I 'm sorry infant. Do n't worry, mommy is delicately. That was n't pee baby, I promise. It 's what girls do if you do things like stick your face in their crotch. It was n't a bad thing, I promise. '' My Son looked at me like he wanted more. So, I quickly asked, `` Are you well-chosen now ? Did you get what you wanted ? Do you feel better ? '' He started to lower himself to his knees inching forward.

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

'' I 'm dark babe, once is enough for tonight, besides you need to get to bed. Tomorrow is Christmas and Santa Claus is coming tonight, and you know he only comes for good son who go to slumber on metre. '' I hoped to God he would accept that and go to bed, but he started to get mad again.

'' Oh, crap Mom ! There is no Santa, and I 'm not getting anything tomorrow ! There is nothing 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 dawn, but only if you go to bed now, okay ? '' Please, God help 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 smiling appearing on his face. Relief washed over me.

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

'' Thanks mom ! secure night. '' Billy exclaimed as he swooped in and gave me a kiss on the impertinence. I tried not to flinch in fearfulness and disgust.

'' thoroughly night baby, confection pipe dream. '' I said, moving in to kiss him back. As I neared his brass he moved his sass towards mine and I felt moisture break out onto my mouth as his spit tried to enter. I clasped my lips tight and braced for his anger at my refusal, but none came. The odor of my kitty-cat filled my anterior naris as he pulled away and exhaled into my face. I heard rustling on the carpet, so I opened my eyes and watched, holding my breath as he walked into his room and shut his door.

Fuck Carla ! Now What are you going to do ! You have no exhibit for him and to a lesser extent than eight hour to conceive of something. I started screaming in my head. I walked to the Christmas tree diagram and fell on my knees in despair. I was terrified about not having something under that Tree for my son when he woke up in the morning. Terrified of his anger, that will come from it.

'' God help me. What am I going to put under this Christmastide tree ? '' I said in a susurration. I looked up towards the far position of the menage and saw myself in the mirror knelt under the tree. That 's about the lone thing I can feed him, I thought to myself with a helpless chuckle. He 'd wish that, I mused. Then, I felt a twitch in my puss, and opinion of my son taking me right here under the tree filled my head. I tried desperately to push them out but it was too recent. I felt wetness building in my panties as figure of speech of my son 's tool sliding in and out of me danced in my psyche like bread plums. My slit started to ache and I could feel my button getting hard. I bit my lip and skid my handwriting into my soaked pantie as I layed back under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. The climax my son had given me, left me wanting to a greater extent. As my horniness increased, it took over my mind, blocking all rational thought. My finger hit my clit as it moved down to my pussy hole, now flowing like a fountain. I imagined it was my son 's tongue licking my clit. I pictured his headspring in between my legs again, smelling and licking. I pulled my mitt out of my scanty and a magnanimous chain of pussy succus trailed behind it.

'' Do you need to smell mommy 's pussy succus sister ? '' I said aloud, as if my son were between my legs right then and there. I shoved my hand back into my step-in as my clit screamed to be touched, and furiously rubbed in a circular motion. My ass started puckering in and out signaling my approaching orgasm. It was there, I could finger it coming, but me rubbing my button was n't going to take me over the edge. I threw spread my shirt, grabbed my rectify nipple and squeezed. Bright asterisk erupted before my eyes as my orgasm rushed through my body. I laid back convulsing and reveling in the exaltation, all the while dream of my son 's cock plunging in and out of me. Heaven slowly faded, and while my pussy felt satisfied, a shameful feeling took over, and I laid there curled in the fetal position regretting what I had just done. After a few second of tormenting myself for dreaming about my son fucking me my pussycat twitched again.

'' Not again ! '' I groaned aloud. All the hating myself for dreaming about my Logos cock has made me horny again, because I was thinking about my son 's turncock ! I knew my snatch would n't be satisfied without a right throb but there were no dildos in the bomb shelter. The only when matter I could notice over the years to stick in my pussy was the handle of a screw driver which was small and toilsome as underworld. My puss twitched again, reminding me that there was one soft rod I could razz. I ca n't believe I am thinking about this, I screamed in my caput. Slowly I started to rationalize the situation as an self-justification to get what my puss wanted.

'' Well, we are stuck in here. The mankind has ended. We have n't seen anyone for years. He 's getting out of hand. He will probably end up raping me anyway. It 's only inevitable that this happens. '' I said aloud, laying on my cover and looking up at the ceiling. Besides, I thought. We could be the in conclusion two hoi polloi on earthly concern. Who am I to deny my son the joy of knowing a woman ? Who am I to deny my puss the pounding its mendicancy for ? The very fate of the man race could count on my son fucking me ! Oh ! A infant would be wonderful ! 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 ripe Christmas award any boy could get. Pussy. Well, and maybe a minuscule sucking too. I thought as I felt another tinge in my puss while licking my rim, hungry for cock .