Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

The Best Present Ever: 8

This almost made Emmett drop his slow burn fuck session plans as his cock jerked inside his mother's warm box, but wanting to remain in control and wanting to make this an epic afternoon to remember, and perhaps a new Christmas tradition, he slapped her ass cheeks vigorously several times and scolded her, "Bad Mommy-slut. Did I give you permission to bounce back on my cock?"

Sarah was surprised by his sudden spanking and firm tone, and yet it led to a fresh rush of adrenaline coursing through her at the excitement that her son was in charge... as if he had a natural innate understanding of what she needed from a man. She replied, "Sorry, son. Mommy doesn't want to disappoint her son... ever."

Emmett finished his thirteen strokes, pulled out and said, "Good Mommy. Now put another ornament on the tree."

"Yes, son," the horny and frustrated mother replied, as wetness dribbled down her leg. She grabbed the next ornament and moved to the tree. As she hung it from a midlevel branch, Emmett spread her ass cheeks and begin licking her butt hole. This was something nobody had ever done to her before. She'd had her asshole fingered, gaped and fucked... but never licked. She was surprised how gentle it felt, completely different to the rough reaming her asshole usually received. Emmett swirled his tongue around his mother's small rosebud, always in awe of how an orifice that looked so small could always end up stretching out to encompass his long, thick cock. He liked eating a woman's asshole, whereas most men didn't pay any attention to this surprisingly intense erogenous zone (men focusing only on the tits and pussy) and by giving as much as he received he almost always had his MILFS coming back for more. He often got texts from women he had fucked asking him to come over in the middle of the day when their kids were at school and their husbands at work; or he got booty calls during the day at their workplaces... where he had fucked woman in their offices, in bathrooms, a couple elevators, the backs of minivans in parkades, and even in a stairwell where he was surprised that their cries of passion echoing up and down the passage hadn't alerted the entire ten storey building).

"That feels so nice," Sarah said, wanting her son to know she was enjoying what he was doing.

Once he'd done fifteen swirls, he wasn't quite sure what number he was on anymore, Emmett stood back up and instructed, "Next ornament."

For the next five ornaments, he fucked her slowly, standing in front of the tree, Sarah often using the tree for balance... the last time sliding a finger into her asshole as he uniquely double penetrated her... never once going fast... but taking his time... listening to his mother's hoarse breathing getting less and less regular.

Sarah was a muddled mess both in her desperate cunt and in her head. God, she wanted to be fucked hard... this slow teasing was driving her completely wild with lust and desperation. Twenty strokes now was enough to get her kitty burning... each time he began fucking her, the pleasure was getting more intense, but each time he pulled out a huge rush of frustration coursed through her. The finger in the ass only enhanced her desire to come, and yet she understood that the intensity of her arousal was completely at the whim of her son. Her furnace would erupt in an overblown explosion when her dictatorial but loving son was damn well ready, and not a moment before.

When Emmett pulled out this time, he said, "I'll be back in a couple of minutes, keep decorating and keep track of how many ornaments you put on the tree."

"Okay," Sarah nodded, deciding she was going to speed rush decorating the tree. While he was gone, she began putting on ornaments as if she were 'The Flash', determined to get as many strokes as possible when he returned from wherever he had gone.

a few costumes (nurse, cowgirl, schoolgirl, harem girl and cheerleader) and a few sex toys including a strap-on which had him curious... was Mom bi-sexual? Did Mom fuck Dad? Each of these were intriguing possibilities, but ones that would have to wait for another day. He wouldn't need the strap-on, his had been attached since before he was born. Emmett returned to the living room and

admitted, "I'm in a hurry to become your Mommy-slut some

asked, "A three hole

her son, whose cock had become just semi-hard during his errand. "Well, it

to her knees and revealed,

is forty-seven strokes," Emmett replied,

math from twenty-one

nodded approvingly, just as his mother

which stretched her mouth more than her husband's and, of course, went much deeper... this was easily the best Christmas present ever. Emmett just stood and enjoyed the feeling of his cock hardening in his mother's mouth, deciding the meandering teasing part of their play was ended and the pleasing ride to glory was about to begin. Once hard, Emmett pulled out and asked, "Ready to become a true

born ready," Sarah smiled, dying to have her son's cock buried deep in her

the couch on your knees,

quickly obeyed, the thought of her son's cock stretching one of her holes all

moved behind her, and slid deep in her cunt in

"Yes, son," Sarah screamed.

fantasize when you and Dad role

Sarah nodded. "All my fantasies are of you making me your slut, calling me names and coming in all my holes and all over

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me and on me," Sarah admitted. "I can never get enough. Unfortunately your father is a twice