Christmas Mess

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Author’s Note: All characters in this story at are least 18 years of age, and, even in role play, are “playing” characters at least 18 years of age.

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When I told my Son, now legally an adult at 18 years old, that he could have anything he wanted for Christmas, I knew full well what the possibilities were. I mean, despite how slick teenage boys may think they are; the truth is they wear their lust like a tattoo on their forehead. But, I’d been thinking about it for some time by that point. I mean, he was hard around me, ALL, THE, TIME… it was impossible not to figure out why. And from there it was normal to guess at what he masturbated to, and from there… well, a downhill slide of dirty and highly inappropriate thoughts that, eventually, I was masturbating to as well.

Still… He’d been almost disappointingly good about his request. I mean, there I was tormenting myself with questions about how far he might take it, and what if he asked for something illegal, or involving pets, or a large group of his friends… But, after I’d stressed the word “anything” for about the 6th time, he’d mustered up enough courage to ask if he could cum on me for Kağıthane Escort Christmas.

It… it was so simple. Hot! Don’t get me wrong, still hot. I mean, I’d be lying if I said that I hadn’t fantasized about walking in on him masturbating, taking my top off, hitting my knees, and telling him exactly where to put that load… But, I don’t know, I thought a boy his age would swing for the fences.

Still though, my throat was so dry as I kneeled on his bedroom floor that morning. His Dad was downstairs watching t.v., lunch was in the oven, and I was naked and playing with my big tits while my Son stroked his huge cock right in my face. I was overcome with how hot it all was, and I was tempted to ask him if I could take it down my throat… if only just to ease that parched feeling that was coming with the anticipation of our big moment.

And then it happened, and, at first, it was so hot that I actually came a little. It made me cum! I came, just from the feeling of his hot cum splashing on my naked flesh, as he bit down on one hand, and moaned out “I’m cumming Mom!” in a harsh whisper. But… he just kept going. And I mean, he Kağıthane Escort Bayan kept going, A LOT! Load, after, load, after load. And huge, splashing shots that splattered all over my face, and ran down my lips and off my chin. And then more as he aimed for my tits, and as I tried to wipe some away he came on my hand, and in my hair, and it splashed down on my legs, and just, Oh My God!

When he was done, I was just sitting there, covered in more cum than I think my husband produced in a year, and just, STARING at it. I held out one hand and separated my fingers to watch it stretch out between them and drip down in hot white strings.

“Oh my goodness sweetie”, I started. “I knew you had the hots for me but… how long did you save up for this?!” I looked up at him and he blushed. He looked like he wasn’t sure if he should be proud or ashamed, like he might have done something wrong. And I was not about to ruin his big present like that! So, I clarified my point quickly, by adding a second… more pleasant, question.

“I mean, honey, Mommy just has to know. If you came this much just touching yourself, then are you going Escort Kağıthane to cum even MORE when I slip into your room in a few nights to give you your New Year’s Eve blowjob, or is this an abnormal amount for you?”

His face, when I looked up at him and smiled, was priceless.

And for the record, I don’t think he’d “saved up” at all. I think he just found it all as hot as I did. I’ve got pretty solid evidence too. You see, his Dad ended up working New Year’s Eve, so it was just the two of us. And when the ball dropped on the T.V., my Son and I exchanged the hottest kiss of my life! The taboo and sin of it all was so intense. And when our lips parted and he whispered, “oh my god Mom”, it was too much for me.

A moment later I was on my knees and overcome with lust at the knowledge that he was about to look down and watch as his own Mother’s lips wrapped themselves around the head of his cock, and then slid their way down to the root. He didn’t last long as he looked down into my eyes and felt his cock plunging up and down in the warmth of his Mom’s throat. But then, neither did I. This time I masturbated as I took care of him, and I only seconds behind him as he began cumming to cum for me.

So yeah. It was about the same amount, and too difficult to swallow. So he ended up seeing his cum running down his Mom’s face and tits twice in the same week. Lucky boy.

Now the only question is, how do I top all that for Valentines Day?

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