Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

The Best Present Ever: 3

That night:

The son used his fleshlight ('the most lifelike substitute available anywhere for a real mouth, pussy or ass'), as he slowly pleasured himself, pondering not whether fucking his mother was possible... but rather how to make it possible. Her teasing with her stocking-clad feet had convinced him that the naughty words he had heard from outside her bedroom wasn't just role playing... it was a fantasy she was willing to make a reality. Even if she didn't quite know it yet. The mother got ass fucked by her husband while imagining it was her much bigger son reaming her back door and pondering if she would really be willing to suck or fuck her son if the possibility actually presented itself. That said, although she knew her son liked MILFS (and she knew what MILF meant and also knew from just looking in a mirror that she was one) and he liked nylons (and she always wore them) and he was definitely staring at her feet throughout the conversation (she had purposely tried teasing him and was certain she had succeeded in keeping him hard the entire time), she wasn't sure that meant anything. He was eighteen, a guy, and got horny easily. After taking a load in her ass, only after coming from a hard ass pounding, she tried to fall asleep... but it was hard (just like her son's dick had been when she hugged him).

.....

Both his parents had already gone to work when Emmett woke up, having to shake his head to confirm that yesterday evening wasn't a dream... but a crazy reality... his mom had role played about getting fucked by him and most likely did it on a regular basis. It wasn't until he put more thought into it as he went to have breakfast a little after eleven, that he realized something odd... his dad went along with it, role playing being him as well.

That was somehow even weirder than his mom wanting to fuck him. It would have to be rather degrading to be forced to act like you were someone else while fucking your wife... and even more degrading to have to portray your own son. Yet, obviously, he did it. He'd overheard his father speaking as if he was a son and not a husband, even being a rather dominant son. Those were no rote words required by a domineering wife, Dad was into it!

This led to another revelation... one almost as shocking based on the mother he thought he knew... she was submissive. She got turned on being called names and being dominated... which was at odds with her entire personality as a mother and a lawyer.

Yet, the more Emmett pondered this, the more it kind of made sense. The majority, likely at least two-thirds, of the MILFS he had fucked liked to be told what to do, to be called names and be used like a slut (and he had fucked teachers, doctors, nurses, a cop and others... although never a lawyer as far as he knew).

Even though it was 2016... and women were considered equal in most of society... there was a secret undercurrent where the hierarchy still existed for many... and that seemed also to be true in the bedroom where Emmett's no nonsense, feminist mother fantasized and role played about being a slut for her son.

Emmett finished breakfast and went to shower before he decided to start getting the tree set up for later.

Sarah didn't have her best day in court. She'd won, but the entire time she was distracted because the previous night wouldn't leave her head. Even though there was no concrete evidence that her son would fuck her, or even that he toyed with the notion of fucking her... there was a lot of subtle evidence that when added together, made the case seem quite winnable. She wasn't ready to present her case to an incest-friendly judge and jury yet, but she was becoming more confident that her case to be fucked by her son was getting stronger. She finished some paperwork and headed out at lunchtime, deciding she wanted to spend the afternoon with her son decorating the tree and trying to get some hard-core evidence so to speak, that would make her case a slam dunk. She even giggled at her silliness as she compared her lust for her son to a court case... knowing she would be committing a crime if she crossed the invisible line....

kept wondering whether

something she EVER did, only enhanced his theory that she wanted to make her dreams come, or was it CUM, true? To advance and test this

heels both because her feet were sore and because she knew of her son's

the living room, Mom," Emmett called out, his

she saw the tree up, "You

do things together." He wondered if that hint was too obvious. Sarah glanced down to his tented crotch and wanted to say, 'Looks like the tree is up already' and then decided to go ahead and say it, her lust for his cock again taking control of her better sense. She glanced back up, as if talking about the

his mom had noticed his erection pointing directly at her, as he nodded,

his cock, which she couldn't help but glance back down at. The next exhibit of indisputable evidence was now presented in front of her. It was obvious he wasn't wearing any underwear... as if

Emmett asked, even though he

mean, I know it is," Sarah covered, not wanting to make it look so obvious she was

effect on his mother he had hoped for. That said, this was as far as his plan had gone. Put up tree, don't wear

"So where is

presenting opening after opening. He couldn't help but push the envelope yet again as he pointed directly

son's direct naughty answer as she realized a new meaning to her own

wanting to keep his mother off balance in an effort to get her to the point of no return while making it seem

blushing at

think I meant?" Emmett

the flustered mother said, even as she glanced down yet again at her