“Well, hearing you treat Brittany like a complete whore made me realize something,” I said, letting my words linger as I didn’t finish the sentence.
“What did it make you realize, Mom?” he asked, glancing down at my feet.
“No, I’ve said more than I meant to,” I said, starting to walk away.
“Mom, you can’t say something like that and then leave,” he protested, standing up too. “You can say whatever you want to me. I am the man of the house.”The way he said ‘I am the man of the house’ made my pussy tingle. He sounded exactly like his father.
“It’s just,” I began, trying to look shy and nervous, a hint at my submissive side.
1 coupon for a blow job while you drive
1 coupon for a three hole marathon night with your long neglected mother
1 coupon for a bath with your Mommy
1 coupon for a tit fucking
1 coupon for a fist fucking of your Mother’s cunt
Present 2!
A bunch of coupons to use as you wish in our very own 12 days of Fuck-mas.
Now, come to the living room.
I then went to the living room, and began the very difficult task of wrapping myself. I considered calling Jemma over to help, but I wasn’t willing to have her know of my incestuous intentions.
I wrapped my legs and waist, leaving my stocking-clad feet open. I wrapped my upper body as best I could. I put tinsel on my head, so much I couldn’t see a thing, and waited.
Anticipation coursed through me.
The egg teased me relentlessly.
Then the door opened… and closed.
I heard him walk into the kitchen. I suddenly felt the vibrations get faster.
A couple of excruciating minutes later, where I had no idea how he was going to respond (the longer he took, the more anxiety I felt), he was in the room as he said, “Holy crap, it just keeps getting better.”
I remained silent.
“This is the best present ever,” he said, as he got closer to me. “Although the wrapping job needs work.”
“You try wrapping yourself,” I protested.
“Fair enough,” he laughed, as he reached me, before adding, “The coupons were an interesting touch.”
“I expect you to use every one,” I said, my mother tone in effect.
“Even the pegging one?” he asked.
“I’d love to fuck that tight ass off yours, baby,” I purred.
“Definitely me first,” he countered.
“Yes, Master,” I answered, giving myself to him completely.
My body shivered as I felt him rip off the wrap that covered my tits.
A chill went up my spine as his hands cupped my breasts. “Are these mine now, Mom?”
“Yes, Master, every part of me is yours now,” I trembled, as I felt his hot breath and then his mouth on my nipple. “Ooooooh.”
“I’ve imagined this for a long time,” he said, as he bit my nipple.
“You have?” I asked, surprised as his browser history did not give me that impression.
“Of course,” he said, going to the other nipple. “Who do you think is to blame for my nylon fetish?”
“Me?” I responded in the form of a question.
“Of course, you have worn them every day of my life and paraded around, teasing me relentlessly,” he continued.
I protested, while revealing the truth, “I only started purposely teasing you when I caught you dominating that bitch Jemma.”