Mom’s Stockings: My Son’s Cum Bucket

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This made him laugh.

“What?” I asked.

“Do you realize what you just told me?” he asked, his hand still on my leg.

“No,” I said, playing dumb.

“You just told me to treat you like I do my fuck toy,” he said back.

“Oh,” I said, still playing dumb. Yet, my next words made my response seem trivial and probably left him even more baffled. “Well, I guess that would be wrong, wouldn’t it.”

He laughed awkwardly, just as the doorbell rang. “Shoot, that is probably Mike. I invited him over to watch the Dolphins vs Green Bay game.”

I sighed, “Well, we will continue this conversation later. You never did tell me what you would do if I wasn’t your mother.”

He looked into my eyes and answered, the same exact dominant tone his father used to use, “Mom, do you want the truth?”

“I think I can handle the truth,” I joked, looking nervous even as I slightly parodied my husband’s favourite movie.

He looked me directly in the eye and said, just as the doorbell rang a second time, “If you weren’t my mother, I’d make you my three hole cum bucket.”

He then walked away, as my pussy gushed into my panties.

I headed to my room needing to dress a little less slutty for my son’s friend, but first I needed to come.

…..

It was the 21st of December, four days before Christmas, when I came up with my next naughty idea. Cody was at the hardware store where he worked in the summer. And during the holidays

I unwrapped all the candy canes, and began fucking myself with each one for a good minute or two each, when the doorbell rang.

I sighed, still having three to go and getting quite horny doing it.

I went to the door and was not overly surprised to see Jemma standing at my door.

Instantly, I knew what I was going to do.

I opened the door, smiled, and greeted, “Well, if it isn’t the anal cum bucket.”

“May I please come in?” she asked, so much more timid than her usual smug self.

“My son isn’t here,” I said, making her wait longer.

“I came to see you, Elizabeth,” she explained.

“Oh, well come on in, then,” I offered.

She walked in and I asked, “Have you had breakfast yet?”

“Yes,” she answered.

“Are you still hungry?” I asked, as I led her to the kitchen.

“A little, I guess,” she replied, following me.

I returned to the kitchen table where I was sitting, spread my legs and ordered, “In that case, come and get it.”

“Elizabeth!” she gasped, surprised.

“Ass slut,” I retorted back sarcastically.

“I came to talk,” she continued, grimacing at the name calling.

“You can talk once you have gotten me off,” I said, snapping my fingers and pointing to my spread legs and wet pussy.

“Please, Elizabeth,” she pleaded, looking so uncomfortable. I was enjoying this immensely.

“Begging,” I smirked. “You did a lot of that the other evening too, if I recall.”

“I’m so sorry,” she apologized.

“For what?” I asked, before adding, “for fucking my son, for being his, what did you call yourself, cum bucket, for fucking your daughter’s boyfriend or for taking my son’s dick up your ass in my home?”

“All of it,” she whispered.

“And what are you willing to do for my forgiveness?” I questioned.

“It won’t happen again,” she said.

“Really?” I asked. “You sounded pretty much in love with my son’s cock.”

“I lost my way,” she explained.

“I’ll help you find it,” I replied, as I snapped my fingers and pointed to my cunt.

“I’m not a lesbian,” she said.

“Oh, I know,” I laughed. “You’re a slut. And sluts who cheat on their husband with their daughter’s boyfriend should know when they are being blackmailed.”

“Elizabeth, please,” she pleaded again.

“This is getting old, ass slut,” I sighed. “Get the fuck over here and eat my cunt or I tell your husband and daughter how big a whore you are.”

“Are you blackmailing me?” she asked, which was ludicrous, of course I was blackmailing her.

“Call it what you want, bitch,” I said. “Just get over here and let’s see if you’re at good as munching cunt as you are at sucking cock.”

“If I do this, will you not say anything?” she asked.

“If you obey like a good slut and serve me as I wish, then yes,” I nodded, having no real intention of letting out her secret. Instead, I would use it to my advantage.

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