Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

The Best Present Ever: 3

That night:

The son used his fleshlight (‘the most lifelike substitute available anywhere for a real mouth, pussy or ass'), as he

slowly pleasured himself, pondering not whether fucking his mother was possible... but rather how to make it

possible. Her teasing with her stocking-clad feet had convinced him that the naughty words he had heard from

outside her bedroom wasn't just role playing... it was a fantasy she was willing to make a reality. Even if she

didn't quite know it yet. The mother got ass fucked by her husband while imagining it was her much bigger son

reaming her back door and pondering if she would really be willing to suck or fuck her son if the possibility

actually presented itself. That said, although she knew her son liked MILFS (and she knew what MILF meant and

also knew from just looking in a mirror that she was one) and he liked nylons (and she always wore them) and he

was definitely staring at her feet throughout the conversation (she had purposely tried teasing him and was

certain she had succeeded in keeping him hard the entire time), she wasn't sure that meant anything. He was

eighteen, a guy, and got horny easily. After taking a load in her ass, only after coming from a hard ass pounding,

she tried to fall asleep... but it was hard (just like her son's dick had been when she hugged him).

Both his parents had already gone to work when Emmett woke up, having to shake his head to confirm that

yesterday evening wasn't a dream... but a crazy reality... his mom had role played about getting fucked by him

and most likely did it on a regular basis. It wasn't until he put more thought into it as he went to have breakfast a

little after eleven, that he realized something odd... his dad went along with it, role playing being him as well.

That was somehow even weirder than his mom wanting to fuck him. It would have to be rather degrading to be

forced to act like you were someone else while fucking your wife... and even more degrading to have to portray

your own son. Yet, obviously, he did it. He'd overheard his father speaking as if he was a son and not a husband,

even being a rather dominant son. Those were no rote words required by a domineering wife, Dad was into it!

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 tshe 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 shard-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 crif 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 hfrom 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. | waited on the ornaments until we could do things together." He wondered if that hint was too

obvious. Sarah glanced down to his tented crotch and wanted to say, 'Looks like the tree is up already’ and then

decided to go ahead and say it, her lust for his cock again taking control of her better sense. She glanced back

up, as if talking about the artificial Christmas tree, "Looks like the tree is already up."

Emmett wasn't sure whether his mom had noticed his erection pointing directly at her, as he nodded, trying to

answer for both possibilities, "It's easy to get this up."

"I bet it is," Sarah said, her tone implying his cock, which she couldn't help but glance back down at. The next

exhibit of indisputable evidence was now presented in front of her. It was obvious he wasn't wearing any

underwear... as if he were showcasing his cock for her.

"Pardon?" Emmett asked, even though he had heard her.

"Oh, | mean, | know it is," Sarah covered, not wanting to make it look so obvious she was secretly a son-craving

Mommy-slut.

Emmett smiled to himself, knowing he was having the effect on his mother he had hoped for. That said, this was

as far as his plan had gone. Put up tree, don't wear underwear... in his fantasies that was all it took before she

pulled his sweatpants down and devoured his cock.

Sarah said, "So where is your special box?"

Emmett couldn't believe how the incest Gods were just presenting opening after opening. He couldn't help but

push the envelope yet again as he pointed directly at her pussy and said, "Right there."

Sarah gasped at her son's direct naughty answer as she realized a new meaning to her own words.

Emmett, wanting to keep his mother off balance in an effort to get her to the point of no return while making it

seem to be her idea as he continued, acting as if he wasn't pointing directly at his mother's cunt, "It's right

behind you."

"Oh," Sarah nodded, blushing at what she'd assumed. "Okay."

"What did you think | meant?" Emmett asked, playing dumb.

"What? No, nothing," the flustered mother said, even as she glanced down yet again at her son's bulging crotch.

Emmett asked, "You sure?"

"Yes, I'm just hungry," Sarah said, her gaze hovering on the big dick she really wanted to have for lunch, as she

explained, "I didn't have lunch yet."

Emmett couldn't resist, the temptation too impossible to ignore, "I can make you a salami sandwich."

"I'd love one," Sarah replied, unable to control her eyes as they lowered again to the salami she wanted sliding in

her bun.

Emmett considered just pulling his sweats down and offering her his salami stick, but instead he said, even as

his cock jumped in his sweatpants, knowing she was staring at it, "I'll go make you one."

"Thanks, honey," Sarah said, as her pussy gushed into her panties at the naughty innuendos she and her son

were tossing back and forth... even if he was oblivious to them.

Emmett went to the kitchen and made his mother a salami sandwich even as he hoped she would be having

another one seconds later. He also cut up a cucumber and brought them back to the living room to see his

mother on her knees, going through the boxes, the soles of her nylon feet looking up at him. Although he loved a

woman's toes in nylons, as well as her legs, he also loved the soles of the feet (especially fucking them, which he

had done to a couple MILFs... nylon foot jobs were really hot).

"Your lunch is ready," Emmett declared.