Emmett watched, checking out his mother’s amazing tits and ass, each as perfect as he had imagined during his many stroke sessions. Her breasts were gorgeous as her arms stretched near the top of the tree, her legs were so shapely and beautiful as she stood on tiptoe in those wonderful sheer mocha stockings, and without his even thinking about it, his hand caressed his own dick in appreciation. He tried to answer her question, but found himself speechless. He could only sit, touch himself and stare.
Sarah walked over to her son, turned around and asked, “I think you’ve answered my question. You’re pretty hot too. Can I ride you, son?”
“You’d better,” Emmett laughed at the surreal question and he put his hands on her hips and guided her down on his loaded missile.
“Ooooooooh,” Sarah moaned loudly, as her cunt was filled and she was soon sitting on nine inches of hard dick… filling her in a way her husband couldn’t possibly do. As Emmet’s cock probed her insides, his tongue explored the entire surface of her breasts.
“You’re so wet,” Emmet pointed out.
“You’re so big, and your tongue is so soft,” Sarah replied, in awe of how full she felt, dying to feel what nine inches felt like actually slamming into her instead of this gentle, lovely penetration.
Emmett surprised her as he then instructed, “Now go and put on another ornament.”
“Really?” Sarah asked, surprised by his order.
“Yep, we need to get this tree decorated,” Emmett said, all business.
“Okay,” Sarah said, stunned he wasn’t going to fuck her as she stood up and felt his perfect prick slip out of her.
Emmett watched as his mom grabbed a second ornament, placed it on the tree, and turned to face him with a look of utter confusion on her face. She was unsure what was expected of her.
Emmett smiled, “Come back over here and get another Christmas treat.”
Sarah hurried over, wanting her son’s big cock back in her. She didn’t wait for any further instructions, as she turned around, felt his hands stroking her ass cheeks and impaled herself on his massive fuck stick. “Oh yes,” she moaned loudly as she was again filled by nine perfect inches of cock.
“Two bounces,” Emmett instructed.
Suddenly Sarah understood the game. Each ornament on the tree meant more time on his dick. He was a tricky little devil… or ‘big’ devil in this case. Sarah slowly moved up and down twice before reluctantly getting off and saying, “I’d rather just ride Santa’s north pole all day.”
“Good Mommy-sluts do as they’re told,” Emmett replied, pushing the boundaries of their new sexual relationship… confident he could take control and she would obey like the submissive she was.
Sarah smiled, “So you want me to be your submissive, totally obedient, Mommy fuck slut?”
Emmett replied, adding a couple words, “Not exactly, you want to be my submissive, totally obedient, three hole, Mommy fuck slut.”
Juice gushed out of Sarah and flowed down his cock at her son’s words, the new message that he wanted to ream her asshole only adding to the wild encounter, as she nodded, “Yes, son,” and went to get another ornament. She quickly put it on the tree and hurried back onto her son’s lap.