Dark Fantasies culture medium

My Son 's Christmas present tense

A female parent 's Desires Series



It 's been three years since the bomb dropped. That dark my husband woke us and rush along us into our backyard turkey shelter. I remember the sky was orange on the horizon all around us as we ran through the wet grass to the room access of the protection. I grabbed my son and ran in, a smell of guard 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 younger sister 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 exterior 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 ammo, furniture and used it as reposition for our Christmas decorations. But other than that we had naught. No TVs, no computing machine, no movies, no games, nothing. So, for the last three years my son and I have been in this bomb shelter with absolutely nothing to do. trine Dec 25 's with no present, three birthdays with no cake, three fucking years with nothing ! It has been very arduous to watch my son suffer over the years. He feels abandoned by his father, and he is so pent-up with emotion and endocrine that I 'm afraid he will explode soon. We are coming up on our fourth Christmas in the shelter, and I am determined to make this Christmas worth something for my son. I do n't fuck how, but this yr my son will make a present under that stunned credit card tree, I have stared at for three years !

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

'' I know sweetheart, mommy is dying too. '' I looked at my son sitting across from me on the floor, sudor running down his body. `` ask your Santa hat off dear, that will cool you off. If you have to, rifle down to your underclothes like mommy. '' I was already down to my night-shirt and panty. The heat was so oppressive, I would be naked if not for my son.

'' I 'm too hot to travel ! '' He exclaimed, throwing his arms and legs out in a gesture of defeat. I decided to deepen the content. One more than word about how hot it is, and I was going to scream.

'' Are you set for Christmas tomorrow first light lamb ? '' I said, not expecting the answer I got.

'' Fuck Christmas ! '' He growled.

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

'' Why ? What does it matter ? Christmastide sucks ! goose egg ever happens. We are just going to lay here dying of warmth just like every other day. God, I ca n't stop sweating ! '' He finished, wiping sudor off his forehead and flinging it off his hands towards me. I could see he was starting to get angry.

'' I know dear, I ca n't break sweating either. '' I looked down at my shirt drenched, almost translucent now. My Son is going to get a costless titty show I mused.

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

'' What ? '' I spit out in seismic disturbance 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 aroma fills the air. I do n't know why, but it smells really expert to me. '' I looked down at my shirt and panties, both were soaked in sweat, but my scanty were drenched, and I immediately knew what smell he was talking about. stymy I stammered on.

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

'' No Mom, I said I like it. I like the olfactory property. I wish I could smell it all the time. I wish I could smell it closer. '' I could n't consider my ear, he wants to smell it closer ? With a look of shock and horror on my face I continued, determined to figure out what he was really trying to say.

'' You want to smack it closer ? What do you signify dear ? '' I said looking at the base, too embarrassed to see him in the eyes. He did n't waffle to answer, almost eagre to be telling me.

'' I wish I could smell it closer, like stick around my face up against you and smack it closer. '' Now I was at a passing for news. After a minute of silence, looking down at my legs, I worked up the courage to utter again.

'' Baby ? You do have sex that the olfactory perception you are talking about is coming from mama 's vagina and anus right ? From my crotch ? That olfaction is a dirty olfactory sensation. It 's not unspoilt. mass get smelly down there, both female child and male child. Thais why we need to wash down there often. '' It was hard to stick plum in the tax shelter. I did n't bang how often water we had, so I made the decision that we would only take sponge bathroom. 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 dress were drenched in effort too. My store was then jogged of a intimate flavour in the air on hot days. A pleasant smelling, a smell I too have inhaled wantingly, and then It clicked in my head. That smelling was my son 's organic structure odor, the smell of my son 's dick. I choked, almost throwing up acid in my sass. I ca n't believe it ! I am attracted to the smell of my son 's dirty cock and my son is attracted to the smell of my dirty twat !

'' I know that mom. I still like the smell, I ca n't help oneself it. It makes me finger these weird touch. I like it, I want to smell it, I wish I could stay put 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 out this down immediately. I could not have my son lusting after the smell of my lousy pussycat !

'' Billy ! Do you gain what you just said ? You want to stick your aspect 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 steady him down, he is ready to burst forth and I just lit the fuse.

'' No baby, Mommy '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 female parent. '' There, that should tranquillize him down, last thing I want is for him to fly off the hold. shoemaker's last time it happened he was so strong-growing I thought he would hit me.

'' So you are saying I can reek you ? '' He said with a big smile on his face. `` peg my look in your private parts and aroma for as prospicient as I want ? '' electrical shock came over me. I ca n't trust this is happening. What Have I done ? Oh ! No. I am going to have to wield this delicately.

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

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

'' sister no ! mum did n't say you ca n't do it, please calm down down, you do n't desire to get yourself upset on Christmas Eve. '' He started to becalm down to my ease. But now I have a Major problem. I am pretty sure my son is about to stick his face in my crotch and smell out my dirty kitty-cat and asshole. He slowly got up and started to take the air towards me. My spirit started beating faster, I could sense the parentage haste to my fount 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 unrelenting determination. There was no way I was getting out of this. I slowly spread my legs and lifted my feet up onto the border of the sofa in submission, exposing my white panties now almost see through from the drenching travail. My pussy was clearly outlined and my panty were wedged up between my ass cheek exposing one cheek to a greater extent than the other, leaving an indenture of my asshole.

He dropped to his knees and looked at my genitals with infatuation. I turned my head and braced for what was coming. I heard sniffing randomness and looked down. His nozzle was an inch from my genitals, right between my slit and asshole. He made trashy inhaling phone as if he were huffing a drug. I glanced at my cunt again and the synopsis seemed so much more prominent than before. I looked at it in confusion until I realized line of descent was rushing to my secret sphere and engorging my pussy brim. I was so outrage and frightened I did n't feel anything.

Without warning my son slammed his face into my fork, his nuzzle burying itself an column inch into my pussy gob, my panties straining to go on him out. I jumped as a shock absorber waving of feelings erupted through my body like an plosion. My top dog slammed back against the couch pulling my shirt back, causing the fabric to rub against my mamilla. They felt strange, so I looked back down and saw them sticking out almost a half inch in length. This was unconvincing, my nipples have never been this laborious. What is happening to me. I thought, as More jolt of physical feelings shot through my trunk. I looked down at my son again, his principal and olfactory organ moving up and down furiously from my pussy to my motherfucker. He started going a little higher each time and then I felt it.

principal erupted in my eyes, my pinna rang and my caput 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 make a relocation to stop him, he slid back up to my clit, and I was done. Shockwaves of pleasure erupted inside of my crotch like a thousand atomic bombs. My kitty hole tightened, my ass hole throbbed in and out and then I felt burning hot liquid spraying out of my pussy as my head slammed back into the put. 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 rubbing in my crotch had stopped. I looked up and truncheon was standing in forepart of me covered in pussy juice and grool. A shocked look on his face, oral cavity candid and speechless.

'' Are you okay cosset ? '' 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 passion I suppose.

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

'' Oh ! I 'm grim child. Do n't worry, mommy is fine. That was n't pee baby, I promise. It 's what girls do if you do things like stick your side in their privates. It was n't a bad matter, 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 finger 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 bear trap.

'' I 'm sorry 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 skillful boys who go to catch some Z's on time. '' 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 nothing here for me to get ! '' Dammit Carla ! Do n't get him angry again, get him to bed ! I thought frantically.

'' truncheon I promise, you will have a lay out under the tree tomorrow morning, but only if you go to bed now, okay ? '' Please, God aid 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 ? '' baton said with a grin appearing on his human face. Relief washed over me.

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

'' Thanks mom ! sound night. '' Billy exclaimed as he swooped in and gave me a buss on the cheek. I tried not to take a hop in care and disgust.

'' Good night babe, angelic dreams. '' I said, moving in to kiss him back. As I neared his cheek he moved his brim towards mine and I felt moisture respite out onto my mouth as his clapper tried to enter. I clasped my sassing tight and braced for his wrath at my refusal, but none came. The smell of my puss filled my anterior naris as he pulled away and exhaled into my facial expression. I heard rustling on the carpet, so I opened my eye and watched, holding my breath as he walked into his elbow room and shut out his door.

screwing Carla ! Now What are you going to do ! You have no exhibit 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 knee joint in desperation. I was terrified about not having something under that Tree for my son when he woke up in the sunrise. Terrified of his angriness, 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 lonesome affair I can throw him, I thought to myself with a incapacitated chortle. He 'd like that, I mused. Then, I felt a twitch in my slit, and thoughts of my son taking me right here under the tree filled my head. I tried desperately to push them out but it was too late. I felt wetness building in my panties as double of my son 's peter sliding in and out of me danced in my head like lettuce plum tree. My cunt started to ache and I could feel my clit getting hard. I bit my lip and slid my mitt into my sloshed panties as I layed back under the tree diagram. The coming my son had given me, left me wanting Thomas More. As my horniness increased, it took over my mind, blocking all intellectual thought. My finger hit my button as it moved down to my pussy golf hole, now flowing like a fountain. I imagined it was my son 's tongue licking my clitoris. I pictured his capitulum in between my stage again, smelling and licking. I pulled my hired man out of my scanty and a large Strand of purulent juice trailed behind it.

'' Do you desire to reek mum 's pussycat juice babe ? '' I said aloud, as if my son were between my pegleg right then and there. I shoved my handwriting back into my step-in as my clit screamed to be touched, and furiously rubbed in a orbitual apparent movement. My ass started puckering in and out signaling my approaching sexual climax. It was there, I could feel it coming, but me rubbing my clitoris was n't going to take me over the sharpness. I threw open my shirt, grabbed my right teat and squeezed. Bright whizz erupted before my optic as my climax rushed through my body. I laid back convulsing and reveling in the ecstasy, all the while dreaming of my son 's cock plunging in and out of me. Shangri-la slowly faded, and while my pussy felt satisfied, a opprobrious feeling took over, and I laid there curled in the fetal position regretting what I had just done. After a few transactions of tormenting myself for dreaming about my son fucking me my kitty twitched again.

'' Not again ! '' I groaned aloud. All the hating myself for dreaming about my Son shaft 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 pounding but there were no dildos in the bomb shelter. The only thing I could find over the old age to stick in my pussy was the handle of a screw driver which was little and hard as nether region. My pussy twitched again, reminding me that there was one cushy rod I could rag. I ca n't believe I am thinking about this, I screamed in my oral sex. Slowly I started to rationalize the billet as an self-justification to get what my puss wanted.

'' Well, we are stuck in here. The human race 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 ceiling. Besides, I thought. We could be the live on two citizenry on earth. Who am I to refuse my son the pleasures of knowing a woman ? Who am I to deny my snatch the pounding its beggary for ? The very fate of the human being race could look on my son fucking me ! Oh ! A baby would be grand ! I realized sitting up straight in excitement. It would render both of us something to do ! I could n't believe it, but I was resolved. My son was getting a Dec 25 present tomorrow morning. The C. H. Best Christmas lay out any boy could get. snatch. well, and maybe a small suction too. I thought as I felt another jot in my twat while licking my rim, hungry for shaft .