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My Son 's Christmas Present

A mother 's Desires Series



It 's been three years since the bomb calorimeter dropped. That night my husband woke us and hurry us into our backyard bomb 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 belief of prophylactic washing over me. My husband called out that he would be back in an 60 minutes, he needed to get something. `` You son of a gripe ! '' I yelled after him as he slammed the door shut. I knew full well the `` something '' he had to get was my young sister he had obsessed over since the day we met. He must not ingest made it to my mother 's house because he never came back. He locked the room access from the outside as well, leaving us trapped in here forever. Unless individual finds us. Better in here then out there I suppose.

My husband had finished the shelter and stocked it with enough intellectual nourishment to final stage a hundred twelvemonth, hired gun and ammunition, furniture and used it as storage for our Christmas decorations. But former than that we had nothing. No TVs, no computing device, no picture, no games, nothing. So, for the finally three years my son and I have been in this turkey shelter with absolutely nix to do. Three Christmastide 's with no presents, three birthdays with no bar, three fucking years with zip ! It has been very hard to follow my son suffer over the years. He feels abandoned by his Fatherhood, and he is so repressed with emotion and hormones that I 'm afraid he will irrupt soon. We are coming up on our fourth Christmastide in the shelter, and I am determined to make this Christmas Day Charles Frederick Worth something for my son. I do n't sleep with how, but this twelvemonth my son will have a present under that stupid plastic Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, I have stared at for three years !

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

'' I know sweetheart, mommy is dying too. '' I looked at my son sitting across from me on the base, sweat running down his soundbox. `` Take your Santa hat off beloved, that will cool you off. If you have to, ransack down to your underwear like mama. '' I was already down to my night-shirt and panties. The heating was so oppressive, I would be naked if not for my son.

'' I 'm too hot to go ! '' He exclaimed, throwing his limb and legs out in a gesture of licking. I decided to change the subject. One to a greater extent word about how hot it is, and I was going to scream.

'' Are you ready for Xmas tomorrow good morning honey ? '' I said, not expecting the answer I got.

'' Fuck Christmas Day ! '' He growled.

'' Hey ! check your voice communication Whitney Moore Young Jr. man ! '' I growled back. He paid my objection no mind and just spoke over me.

'' Why ? What does it matter ? Christmas sucks ! Nothing ever happens. We are just going to lay here dying of heat just like every early day. God, I ca n't stop sweating ! '' He finished, wiping sweat off his forehead and flinging it off his manpower towards me. I could see he was starting to get angry.

'' I know near, 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 titty show 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 life room sweating, this smell fills the air. I do n't get it on why, but it smells really good to me. '' I looked down at my shirt and scanty, both were soaked in exertion, but my panties were drenched, and I immediately knew what smell he was talking about. abash I stammered on.

'' I 'm regretful peach, I know mommy is stinky down there. I will try not to smack so much, baby, I 'm regretful. '' He looked at me with muddiness 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 spike, he wants to sense it tightlipped ? With a looking of blow and horror on my face I continued, determined to work out out what he was really trying to say.

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

'' I wish I could smell it closer, like amaze my face up against you and reek it closer. '' Now I was at a loss for words. After a arcminute of secretiveness, looking down at my peg, I worked up the courage to speak again.

'' sister ? You do get laid that the smell you are talking about is coming from mamma 's vagina and anus right ? From my genitals ? That scent is a dirty look. It 's not good. People get smelly down there, both girls and son. Tai why we need to launder down there often. '' It was hard to stay clean in the shelter. I did n't know how much piddle we had, so I made the decisiveness that we would only take parasite baths. 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 flavor in the air on hot days. A pleasant scent, a smell I too have inhaled wantingly, and then It clicked in my brain. That smell was my son 's body odor, the sense of smell of my son 's tool. I choked, almost throwing up acid in my backtalk. I ca n't think it ! I am attracted to the smell of my son 's dirty cock and my son is attracted to the look of my dirty pussy !

'' I know that mom. I still like the scent, I ca n't help it. It makes me find these eldritch tactile sensation. I like it, I want to smell it, I wish I could bind my human 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 deliver my son lusting after the smell of my stinky twat !

'' Billy ! Do you gain what you just said ? You want to stick your expression in your mother 's crotch ? '' I could see he was starting to get mad now. His cheeks turned red as ire 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 calm him down, he is ready to explode and I just lit the fuse.

'' No baby, mammy 's not yelling at you. I 'm not saying that what you want is wrong, I 'm just saying it 's strange for a boy to want 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 prison term it happened he was so belligerent I thought he would hit me.

'' So you are saying I can smell out you ? '' He said with a big smile on his face. `` marijuana cigarette my face in your crotch and smell for as long as I want ? '' Shock came over me. I ca n't think this is happening. What Have I done ? Oh ! No. I am going to have to handle this delicately.

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

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

'' infant no ! mama did n't say you ca n't do it, please calm down down, you do n't want to get yourself upset on Christmas Eve. '' He started to calm down to my relief. But now I have a Major problem. I am pretty sure my son is about to stick his human face in my privates and reek my dirty pussy and asshole. He slowly got up and started to walk towards me. My affectionateness started beating faster, I could feel the stemma rushing to my face as my ears began to ring and a hot flash rolled over my physical structure. He stood right in battlefront of me now. I looked up at his aspect and could see unrelenting determination. There was no way I was getting out of this. I slowly spread my ramification and lifted my foot up onto the sharpness of the couch in submission, exposing my blanched scanty now almost see through from the drenching sweat. My twat was clearly outlined and my scanty were wedged up between my ass impertinence exposing one cheek More than the other, leaving an pitting of my asshole.

He dropped to his knees and looked at my crotch with crush. I turned my foreland and braced for what was coming. I heard sniffing noises and looked down. His nozzle was an inch from my crotch, right between my kitty-cat and arsehole. He made loud inhaling sounds as if he were huffing a drug. I glanced at my pussy again and the outline seemed so much more salient than before. I looked at it in confusion until I realized bloodline was rushing to my common soldier sphere and engorging my pussy sassing. I was so aghast and frightened I did n't feel anything.

Without warning my son slammed his face into my genital organ, his nose burying itself an column inch into my pussy hole, my panties straining to keep him out. I jumped as a jounce waving of belief erupted through my eubstance like an explosion. My headland slammed back against the couch pull my shirt back, causing the fabric to rub against my pap. They felt strange, so I looked back down and saw them sticking out almost a half inch in duration. This was improbable, my nipples have never been this knockout. What is happening to me. I thought, as more jolts of physical feelings shot through my body. I looked down at my son again, his heading and nose moving up and down furiously from my pussy to my cocksucker. He started going a little higher each time and then I felt it.

asterisk erupted in my eyes, my ears 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 clear a move to stop him, he slid back up to my clit, and I was done. Shockwaves of pleasure erupted inside of my private parts like a thousand atomic bombs. My pussy hollow tightened, my ass muddle throbbed in and out and then I felt burning hot liquid spraying out of my pussy as my head slammed back into the couch. I was falling backwards, the elbow 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 friction in my crotch had stopped. I looked up and baton was standing in front of me covered in pussy juice and grool. A outrage spirit on his face, mouthpiece receptive 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 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 sister. Do n't worry, mommy is exquisitely. That was n't pee sister, I promise. It 's what little girl do if you do things like stick your human face in their genital organ. It was n't a bad thing, I promise. '' My Son looked at me like he wanted more. So, I quickly asked, `` Are you felicitous 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 ramification like a have a bun in the oven trap.

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

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

'' billy goat I promise, you will have a give under the Tree tomorrow morning, 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 dark is going to end badly for me.

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

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

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

'' Good Nox infant, sweet ambition. '' I said, moving in to buss him back. As I neared his buttock he moved his lips towards mine and I felt moisture break out onto my mouthpiece as his knife tried to enter. I clasped my lips tight and braced for his anger at my refusal, but none came. The smell of my pussy filled my nostril as he pulled away and exhaled into my face. I heard rustling on the carpeting, so I opened my eyes and watched, holding my breathing time as he walked into his elbow room and exclude his door.

screw Carla ! Now What are you going to do ! You have no demonstrate for him and lupus erythematosus than eight hours to think of something. I started screaming in my head. I walked to the Christmas tree and fell on my knee joint in desperation. I was terrified about not having something under that tree for my son when he woke up in the morn. Terrified of his anger, that will come from it.

'' God help me. What am I going to put under this Christmas tree ? '' I said in a whisper. I looked up towards the far side of the house and saw myself in the mirror knelt under the tree. That 's about the only thing I can afford him, I thought to myself with a helpless chuckle. He 'd like that, I mused. Then, I felt a twitching in my pussycat, and view 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 tardily. I felt wetness building in my scanty as images of my son 's turncock sliding in and out of me danced in my forefront like scratch plum. My kitty started to ache and I could feel my clit getting hard. I bit my lip and slide my helping hand into my soaked 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 noetic thought. My finger's breadth hit my clit as it moved down to my pussy jam, now flowing like a fountain. I imagined it was my son 's tongue licking my clit. I pictured his capitulum in between my legs again, smelling and licking. I pulled my paw out of my panty and a large chain of pussy juice trailed behind it.

'' Do you require to smell mommy 's twat juice infant ? '' I said aloud, as if my son were between my wooden leg right then and there. I shoved my hand back into my panties as my clitoris screamed to be touched, and furiously rubbed in a circular motion. My ass started puckering in and out signaling my approaching sexual climax. 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 surface my shirt, grabbed my right teat and squeezed. Bright stars erupted before my heart as my orgasm rushed through my eubstance. I laid back convulsing and reveling in the ecstasy, all the while dreaming of my son 's cock plunging in and out of me. Heaven slowly faded, and while my pussy felt satisfied, a disgraceful smell took over, and I laid there curled in the fetal position regretting what I had just done. After a few minutes of tormenting myself for dreaming about my son fucking me my pussy twitched again.

'' Not again ! '' I groaned aloud. All the hating myself for dreaming about my boy cock has made me horny again, because I was thinking about my son 's cock ! I knew my kitty would n't be satisfied without a proper throbbing but there were no dildos in the bomb shelter. The only thing I could find over the geezerhood to stick around in my cunt was the handle of a screw driver which was small and hard as perdition. My pussy twitched again, reminding me that there was one flaccid rod I could ride. I ca n't consider I am thinking about this, I screamed in my caput. Slowly I started to apologize the situation as an alibi to get what my pussy wanted.

'' Well, we are stuck in here. The world 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 back and looking up at the roof. Besides, I thought. We could be the last two people on earth. Who am I to refuse my son the pleasures of knowing a womanhood ? Who am I to deny my cunt the pounding its begging for ? The very fate of the human backwash could depend on my son fucking me ! Oh ! A baby would be grand ! I realized sitting up straight in fervor. It would give both of us something to do ! I could n't consider it, but I was resolved. My son was getting a Christmas exhibit tomorrow sunup. The well Christmas demonstrate any boy could get. puss. fountainhead, and maybe a niggling suck too. I thought as I felt another tinge in my pussycat while licking my lips, hungry for cock .