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 some anal 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 become your Mommy-slut some more.”
Emmett asked, “A three hole Mommy-slut?”
“Definitely,” she nodded, moving to her son, whose cock had become just 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, I 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 become a 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 making me your slut, calling me names and coming in all my holes and all over my body.”
“You like facials?” Emmett asked.
“I like cum in me and on me,” Sarah admitted. “I can never get enough. Unfortunately your father is a twice a day shooter at the most.”