Sarah moaned loudly, her son’s tongue feeling amazing. Her husband didn’t go down on her often, she couldn’t remember the last time he had, but her burning loins were already flaming like the fires of hell leading to an orgasm escalating quickly into her immediate future… her pussy flickering with the heat that had been growing and growing for the past hour.
Emmett believed he was a pretty good pussy muncher and could sense in just a few licks that his mother wasn’t going to last long… just like himself a few minutes ago.
Sarah begged, “Oh yes, don’t stop, son, lick Mommy’s cunt.”
Emmett loved hearing his Mom’s nasty words, and he moved to her clit and tugged it gently between his teeth.
“Oh yesssss,” the mother screamed, the intense pleasure coursing through her very being as the most intense orgasm ever ripped through her with the intensity of an exploding star.
Emmett eagerly lapped his mother’s cum and a chill went up his spine at the thought that he was getting his own mother off.
Sarah’s body was usurped of all of its energy as her cum gushed out of her like a broken faucet.
After a good minute of coming, her consciousness drowning in the longest orgasm she had ever experienced, as her rapture finally began to dissipate, she finally pushed her son’s head away. She apologized, “Sorry, but I have to pee.”
Emmett quickly moved up, and watched his mother scurry off the couch, wobble briefly as her left leg went out, and go to the bathroom… looking like she was drunk… which she was… drunk on forbidden pleasure.
Emmett stood up and stretched, his cock still hard and ready for more.
Sarah peed like a racehorse (that was a dumb saying) as she sat on the toilet and recovered from utter euphoria… and as she did she thought to herself with glee ‘And I haven’t even fucked him yet.’
Emmett got completely undressed, deciding he was going to take control as soon as his mom returned.
Sarah washed up and returned to the living room. She asked, “So should we finish decorating the Christmas tree?”
An idea popped into Emmett’s head, and he nodded, “Yes, Mommy, that’s exactly what we will do.”
“Really?” Sarah asked, disappointment in her voice… she had been kidding… she wanted his cock in her.
“Yeah,” he nodded, as he sat back down. “Get that dress and bra off, leave on those sensuous mocha stockings, and trot your sweet naked bod over to the ornaments, and start decorating the tree.”
“Oh, you bad boy,” she purred, realizing he was already naked, his cock sticking rigidly towards the ceiling, and that he had similar wicked ideas to hers in his head.
Emmett continued, “Put an ornament on and come and ride me.”
“Mmmmmmm,” Sarah smiled, thinking he was as wickedly fun as she had imagined. She glided gracefully to the ornaments, selected one, swayed her ass over to the tree, turned sideways to give her darling boy a good view of her large firm tits, stretched on tiptoes as high as she could reach, and hung the ornament on a high branch. She then turned to give Emmet a graceful curtsey, her arms extended to her sides holding out an imaginary long, diaphanous skirt. She knew her cunt lips were glistening with her arousal and she could see her son’s gaze appreciating the fact. She gave him a dazzling smile and asked breathily (think Marilyn Monroe), “See anything you like, big boy?” She knew she was being impossibly cliché, but she didn’t care. She could tell by her son’s expression that at this moment she was a goddess to him. The only question was whether he would be up to the task of becoming her god.