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 |

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

cover 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 tsliding 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 the began fucking her, the pleasure was getting more intense, but each the

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.

Emmett grabbed sanal lube from his parents' room which took a little longer than he anticipated... he also

found 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 was impressed to see how much of

the tree had been decorated in his brief absence. He asked, "Are you in a hurry?"

Sarah smiled as she turned around and admitted, "I'm in a hurry to becyour Mommy-slut smore."

Emmett asked, "A three hole Mommy-slut?"

"Definitely," she nodded, moving to her son, whose cock had becjust semi-hard during his errand. "Well, it

looks like you have at least fifty ornaments on there," Emmett assessed.

Sarah dropped to her knees and revealed, "Sixty-seven to be exact."

"That is forty-seven strokes," Emmett replied, looking down at his mother.

Sarah reached and began to stroke his thick cock as she corrected him. "Actually if you do the math from twenty-

one strokes to forty-seven strokes with every number in-between, that would add up to, | believe, nine hundred

and eighteen strokes."

"Aaaah, that is impressive," Emmett nodded approvingly, just as his mother began sucking his cock.

Sarah loved the thrill of a cock hardening in her mouth, especially her son's beautiful cock 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 beca true Mommy-slut?"

"I was born ready," Sarah smiled, dying to have her son's cock buried deep in her cunt or asshole.

"Get on the couch on your knees, Mom," Emmett ordered.

"Yes, son," Sarah quickly obeyed, the thought of her son's cock stretching one of her holes all that she could

think about.

Emmett moved behind her, and slid deep in her cunt in one deep thrust.

"Yes, son," Sarah screamed.

"Is this what you fantasize when you and Dad role play?" Emmett asked, as he began fucking her... slowly.

"Yes," Sarah nodded. "All my fantasies are of you makingyour slut, callingnames and coming in all my

holes and all over my body."

"You like facials?" Emmett asked.

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

day shooter at the most."

"I can shoot all day and night," Emmett declared, having ca few times a day many times.

"Yummy, yummy for Mommy," Sarah smiled wickedly back at her son.

Emmett laughed as he began to pick up the pace, "I'm going to coat your entire body with cum during the

Christmas break."

"Best present ever," Sarah moaned, as the faster pace increased the pleasure.

"As are you," Emmett groaned, "you've been at the top of my wish list forever," continuing to pick up the pace,

now slamming into her with hard, fierce strokes.

"Oh yes, son, be my Mommy-fucker," Sarah begged, the pleasure unlike anything she could have imagined... the

thicker and bigger cock stimulating her cunt in ways her husband couldn't possibly achieve.

"And you be my gorgeous, sexy, obedient Mommy-slut," Emmett groaned, fucking his mom hard and fast now,

their bodies crashing into each other with each forward thrust.

"Forever," Sarah screamed, her orgasm approaching at an accelerated pace.

After a few more hard thrusts, his mom's moans and breathing foretelling her orgasm was imminent, he asked,

"Does Mommy-slut want to come?"