This led to another revelation… one almost as shocking based on the mother he thought he knew… she was submissive. She got turned on being called names and being dominated… which was at odds with her entire personality as a mother and a lawyer.
Yet, the more Emmett pondered this, the more it kind of made sense. The majority, likely at least two-thirds, of the MILFs he had fucked liked to be told what to do, to be called names and be used like a slut (and he had fucked teachers, doctors, nurses, a cop and others… although never a lawyer as far as he knew).
Even though it was 2016… and women were considered equal in most of society… there was a secret undercurrent where the hierarchy still existed for many… and that seemed also to be true in the bedroom where Emmett’s no nonsense, feminist mother fantasized and role played about being a slut for her son.
Emmett finished breakfast and went to shower before he decided to start getting the tree set up for later.
Sarah didn’t have her best day in court. She’d won, but the entire time she was distracted because the previous night wouldn’t leave her head. Even though there was no concrete evidence that her son would fuck her, or even that he toyed with the notion of fucking her… there was a lot of subtle evidence that when added together, made the case seem quite winnable. She wasn’t ready to present her case to an incest-friendly judge and jury yet, but she was becoming more confident that her case to be fucked by her son was getting stronger. She finished some paperwork and headed out at lunchtime, deciding she wanted to spend the afternoon with her son decorating the tree and trying to get some hard-core evidence so to speak, that would make her case a slam dunk. She even giggled at her silliness as she compared her lust for her son to a court case… knowing she would be committing a crime if she crossed the invisible line….
As she walked to her car, her panties wet… she kept wondering whether if the opportunity did arise (pun intended), could she do it?
Emmett had just finishing putting up the tree when his mother arrived home. He smiled in anticipation. The fact she would hurry home from work, not something she EVER did, only enhanced his theory that she wanted to make her dreams come, or was it CUM, true? To advance and test this theory, he wore a pair of college sweats without underwear which would make any erection that popped up (pun definitely intended) be very obvious.
Sarah walked in, slipped out of her heels both because her feet were sore and because she knew of her son’s foot fetish, and called out, “You awake, Emmett?”
“In the living room, Mom,” Emmett called out, his dick beginning to awaken just from hearing her voice.
Sarah said, as she saw the tree up, “You started without me.”
Emmett turned around, glanced down to see if she was in nylons, and he said, his cock hardening instantly, “Just got the tree up. I waited on the ornaments until we could do things together.” He wondered if that hint was too obvious.