“Oh yes, baby, ass fuck Mommy. Pound her shit hole with your massive hammer,” I babbled, my orgasm building.
“One last bucket to fill,” he grunted, as he slammed hard into me.
“Oh yes, cum in Mommy’s asshole,” I begged, as I moved my hand to my fevered pussy. “Shoot your cum up my shit hole.”
“Oh, God, fuck,” he said, a few hard strokes later as he spewed his third load of the day in my third hole.
“Yes, baby.” I moaned, rubbing my clit furiously as I felt my asshole filled with cum.
“Come now,” he ordered, as he kept coming in me.
“Call me names,” I moaned, so close.
“You like that, don’t you?” he said.
“Yes, Master,” I admitted, as I began bouncing back on his cock, wanting it as deep as possible inside me.
“Come now, Mommy cum-bucket, ass slut, slave, three hole incestuous whore, submissive Mommy-slut, son fucker,” he listed off, until I erupted.
“Yessss, Mother fucker!” I screamed as another orgasm hit me.
He fucked me for another minute of my orgasm, before pulling out as we both collapsed side by side, completely spent.
As I cuddled into him, a strange calmness after the recent intensity warmed me.
He was my Master, I was his cum bucket.
But, he was also my son and I his mother.
Somehow we had combined the best of both worlds together.
He whispered, “I love you, Mom.”
“I love you too, son,” I said, with a smile to myself.
“Merry Christmas,” he said.
I looked up at him, a wicked smile on my face, and added, “Wait until New Year’s Eve.”
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