Mom gives her son the best present ever (Incest mom and son)

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I smiled, as I unbuckled his belt, pulled down his jeans and boxers, “Son, I have never wanted anything more in my life.”

“Oh, God,” he groaned, as I stroked his perfect penis.

“May I suck your big cock, son?” I asked, looking up at him.

He handed me the coupon for swallowing a load.

“Mmmmmmmm, a good start,” I purred, taking the coupon, tossing it on the floor and taking his cock in my mouth.

“Oh yes,” he groaned, as I instantly began bobbing. I wasn’t going to make love to his cock, I was going to suck it like a cum hungry slut… like a submissive slave.

I bobbed furiously, trying to get used to having a cock in my mouth again… determined to get it all in my mouth.

“Who needs Jemma,” he groaned, after a couple of minutes. “I have my own live-in cum bucket.”

I moaned on his dick in response, as I desperately wanted that first load.

“Take it all, Mommy-slut,” he ordered, as he began moving his hips to meet my forward bobs.

And I did. I took his entire nine inch cock in my mouth. I gagged briefly, but recovered quickly.

“Oh yes, Mom, this will be a regular thing from now on,” he groaned.

I bobbed faster, sensing he was close.

“Yes, Mom,” he grunted, and spewed his load in my mouth. I kept bobbing, swallowing it all, remembering how much I loved the feel of cum sliding down my throat.

When he was done using me as his cum bucket, he pulled out and said, “Get on the couch.”

“Yes, Master,” I purred, crawling to the couch.

He said, “There wasn’t a coupon to munch that pussy.”

“I didn’t know if you liked doing that, your father didn’t,” I answered.

“Well, that is just wrong,” he said, as he dropped to his knees in front of me.

“Do you want to eat Mommy’s cunt?” I asked.

He didn’t answer with words, but instead by actions as he buried his face in my cunt.

“Ohhhhh,” I moaned, as his tongue went to work. The tongue, mixed with the egg vibrating inside me, had me fevered and ready to erupt in a couple of minutes.

“Yes, baby, suck Mommy’s clit, make Mommy come,” I moaned, as I put my hand in his hair.

He demanded, “Come for me, Mommy-slut.”

“Oh yes,” I moaned, watching him between my legs, the fantasy becoming reality. “Don’t stop. Yes, yes, Mommy’s coming, yes, yes, yes!”

And my cum flooded out onto my son’s mouth and face.

He kept licking, seeming to savour my cum as much as I had savoured his.

Once my orgasm was done, I demanded, “Use another coupon.”

“So many to choose from,” he smiled. He then surprised me, by handing me the one I least expected.

“Are you serious?” I asked.

“I need some food if this is going to be the marathon evening I think we both want it to be,” he said.

“Oh, I want to see how many loads you can fit in your Mommy cum bucket,” I purred.

“Then I definitely need to eat. I mean your cunt is delicious, but it lacks the calories I need,” he joked, standing up.

“What do you have you mind?” I asked.

“Grab a blouse, keep it unbuttoned and then head to the garage. Don’t bother with a skirt.”

“Oh my,” I smiled, liking his kinky idea.

“Oh Mom, this is only the beginning,” he said, as he pulled me up.

“It better be,” I said, in my best Mom tone.

“Hurry up,” he ordered, “I’m hungry.”

“Me too,” I quipped, reaching for his cock.

“You’re insatiable,” he said.

“I have to make up for lost time,” I said back.

“Oh, we will,” he promised, spanking my ass. “Now go get a blouse. We can’t have you naked driving around town in plain view.”

“At least not above the waist,” I smiled.

“Of course,” he said.

I grabbed a black blouse, put it on and headed to the garage.

Cody was already in the driver’s seat.

I got in the passenger seat, naked except for thigh highs and an unbuttoned blouse. “Where are you taking me, Master?”

“Swiss Chalet drive-thru,” he answered, as he backed out of the garage.

“I see,” I smiled, as I fished out his cock, eager to prove how much of a slut I could be for him.

“So, were you this submissive and slutty to Dad?” Cody asked.

“In the bedroom, yes. Or when alone,” I admitted, as I began to stroke my son’s cock. “But in public, many thought he was whipped.”

“I did,” he laughed.

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