A Surprise 4 Mom

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.

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, I mean, I 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 I 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.

"You're such a sweet boy," Sarah said, standing up and taking the plate reluctantly, barely willing to eat the salami sandwich, when in reality she wanted to eat the entire sausage whole.

"I'd do anything for you Mom," Emmett slyly answered, almost everything he said to her having a double intent.

"Good to know," Sarah nodded, wondering if he would still think that if she asked him to fuck her.

Emmett offered himself as he said, "All you have to do is ask."

Sarah couldn't believe how every sentence that came out of her son's mouth seemed to add to a mounting pile of indisputable evidence that her son was willing and offering to fuck her. Besides all of yesterday's evidence, the lack of underwear showcasing a huge dick saluting her, mixed with the words that could be either blunt sexual implications or, unfortunately, major coincidences of a caring son added to it. Yet, all the evidence was still circumcised... shit, she meant circumstantial... she really was not able to think coherently as she again glanced down at the huge tent seeming to be teasing her and calling her name... 'Mommy'.

Emmett, his dick making the biggest possible tent in his sweats, one he was sure his mother was well aware of, went to his special box of ornaments (his mom had bought him one every year of his life... each symbolic of something from that year) and brought them to the tree.

Emmett always put them up in the order that he'd received them, starting with baby's first Christmas ornament.

As her son put the ornaments on the tree, Sarah watched him intently... trying to process everything. It seemed like this was an open and shut case... she'd open her mouth and then shut it around his big thick cock. Fuck, she was horny and fuck, she wanted her son... and although all the evidence implied this was a slam dunk proposition, and man did she want to be slammed... she couldn't be sure she wasn't just misinterpreting everything based on her insatiable lust and desire to make a fantasy come true.

Emmett, meanwhile, pondered his next move. He was sure, without a doubt, all he had to do was offer her his cock and she would be his, yet he wanted to make sure she made the first move. He wanted her to be his complete submissive Mommy-slut, although he wasn't sure how much longer he could resist the temptation of blatantly making his fantasy come true.

Once Sarah was done eating, she decided to push her case along, making sure the entire jury was convinced, as she asked, "Emmett, you said you would do anything, right?"

Emmett smiled, before he turned around, his cock still hard, "Yes, I did, Mom."

"Can you give your mother a foot massage?" Sarah asked, knowing that if he was anything like her husband, just the feel of her feet in sheer nylon (her thigh highs were over 20 bucks a pair and bought online from France) would be enough to tempt him over the brink of lust.

Emmett, hearing words he'd fantasized about for years, nodded, even as he played it cool, "Sure, if you want me to."

"I do," Sarah nodded, patting the couch seat beside her.

Emmett moved to her, sat down and watched as his mother put her nylon-clad legs on his lap, just missing his raging hard-on.

Sarah avoided her son's cock, wanting instead to try and seduce him with her feet, her legs and perhaps glimpses of her panty-clad crotch, and she now wished that she had gone commando.

Emmett took his mother's right foot in his hand and was instantly in awe of how silky sheer her stockings were. He knew they were expensive by the fact that she ordered them online, but nothing could have prepared him for this. They were easily the softest, smoothest nylons he'd ever felt. He wondered what they would feel like on his cock or wrapped around his waist as he fucked her.

Sarah let out the softest of moans both because it felt so nice (foot massages always did) and because of who was giving her the massage.

Emmett said, as he slowly massaged her foot, "These are the softest nylons I've ever felt."

Sarah couldn't help it. She asked, "Even softer than all the MILF hussies you seduce?"

Emmett laughed, even as he questioned, "You jealous?"

Sarah shrugged, trying to remain non-committal, "I didn't say that."

Emmett took each toe in his fingers, massaging it individually, as he smiled to himself, 'But you didn't deny it either.'

Sarah just relaxed and allowed her son to give her a massage that was even better than her husband's... who was definitely very good himself. But Emmett didn't miss a single nerve in her foot from the toes, to the sole to the heel... it was like he was making love to her foot with his hands... it was so fucking sensual that she thought she may have her first ever orgasm that didn't come from a toy, a finger, a tongue, or a cock... as her pussy burned with desire.

Emmett asked after a good five minutes, as he finally switched to her left foot, "Do you only wear this brand?"

"Yes," Sarah nodded, "They're the best and I only wear the best. The only problem is they only come in a few colours."

"Which ones?" Emmett asked, as he almost drooled over the mocha ones she was currently wearing... easily his favourite colour choice... although in nylon stockings there were no bad colour choices... only bad styles like fishnet or reinforced toe.

"Mocha, tan, black and white," Sarah answered, before adding, "they're currently holding an online poll to decide on a new colour."

"What are the options?" Emmett asked, as he replicated the dedicated attention to every inch of his mother's other foot, willing to prolong this foot massage until the end of time.

"Red, blue, or off black," Sarah answered, having voted every day since the voting started two weeks ago.

"What colour did you vote for?" Emmett questioned.

"How do you know I voted?" Sarah questioned.

"I just assumed you would like more variety," Emmett said, before adding, hinting his cock would be a good change of pace to his father's, "Variety in everything is always nice."

"Is that based on all the MILFs you fuck?" Sarah asked bluntly, even using the 'F' word.

"Mom!" Emmett gasped, feigning shock even though hearing his mother say 'fuck' made his cock jump into even greater rigidity.

"You're almost nineteen," Sarah pointed out. "You can swear in front of me."

Emmett said, "If you say so, then what the hell."

"I do say so my dear," Sarah said, trying to steer this into a conversation between two adults and not their typical mother and son relationship. She then revealed, "I chose red."

"Why?" Emmett asked, even though that would be his choice too. Blue is rather bland and although off black is a nice in-between colour, he preferred black.

"It's sexy," Sarah answered. "Don't you agree?"

"Indeed," Emmett nodded, even though he'd never actually seen a woman wearing red stockings in real life... only in porn.

"Would a woman in red nylons turn you on?" Sarah asked, as she moved her right foot so it was now resting directly on his hard cock, although acting as if she didn't notice.

Emmett couldn't believe how brazen his mother was becoming... so brazen as to not only rest her foot directly on his cock, but also her legs were in such a position that he had a clear view of her panties ... her pussy lips even visible ever so slightly through the translucent fabric. By this time Emmett's cock was as hard as it was ever going to get, but it still jerked a couple of times against his mother's ankle, and he felt some precum beginning to ooze out.

Sarah felt her son's hard cock flexing and she noticed a spot of moisture dampening his sweats right beside her foot. She also noticed her son staring fixedly between her legs. Damn! She should have taken her panties off before she'd gotten home. Instead, she saw the candy canes on the table and a wicked idea formed. She reached for a candy cane on the table and unwrapped it as she repeated, "Would a woman in red nylons turn you on, Emmett?"

"What? Um, yeah, definitely," Emmett nodded, pulling out of his trance.

"I have a sexy red lingerie set upstairs that's only missing a pair of sheer nylons to go with it," Sarah continued, wanting to prompt her son's cock to jump against her foot yet again and get his wet spot to grow even more visible.

Emmett's cock was uncontrollable as each new vision, each nasty thought, made his cock bounce into his mom's foot. The wet spot on his crotch was now as large as a quarter. Was his mom aware of it? How could she not be? And if she was, was that a bad thing? He was very close to losing it, but he still wanted his mom to make the first obvious move, although the way his dick was behaving, that might very soon become a mere formality.

Emmett, still trying to remain calm, cool, and in control, even though he was struggling against just burying his face between his mom's legs, said, "I imagine that would look pretty hot."

Emmett looked up to see his mother put the candy cane in her mouth. Instantly he wanted to replace the candy cane with something else long and sticky.

Sarah slowly sucked on the candy cane, moving it in and out of her mouth as if it were a cock. She put extra pressure on his cock, feeling its moisture through the fabric as she continued the conversation, "I love dressing in lingerie. Your father says he loves that I look like a lady in public and a whore in the bedroom."

Emmett watched the candy cane going in and out of his mother's mouth, mixed with the words leaving her mouth and surrendered to the inevitable. He knew he had to take action. He asked, as he reluctantly quit massaging her feet and stood up to say words there would be no retreating from, "And what if your son wanted you to be a slut in the living room?"

It had finally happened. Sarah's dream was about to come true. Her son was now standing directly in front of her, as she responded with yet another naughty innuendo to add to the ones that the day had been filled with, "My darling son, do you have a different candy cane to feed your Mommy?"

Emmett had already been 99% sure he could make his mom his slut and the final 1% was concluded with her question to his question.

He pulled down his sweats and said, "This candy cane will forever change your life."

Sarah had known her son's cock was big... her husband had said so. Yet, it's one thing to imagine nine inches... four more than her husband's... but it's an entirely different thing altogether to be staring at it just a few inches from your mouth.

Equally, it was one thing to fantasize about incest, and it was another thing to role play incest.... But it was completely surreal to be inches and seconds away from committing the real thing. The mother's cunt gushed in her already very soiled panties as she reached over and grabbed her son's cock, smearing his precum around with her thumb.

Emmett groaned at her possessive touch as he asked, "Do you like my candy cane?"

"I fucking love your cock," Sarah answered bluntly, setting aside the metaphors as she pulled his dick closer and took it in her mouth, no longer able to resist the temptation that had been stirring inside her all afternoon. Actually her taboo desires had been marinating in her fevered brain for the past eight months, ever since the fantasy had first played itself out in her head. She had read an incest story online by accident... thinking at first it was just another MILF fucked by a younger man story. Until it had become replaced by her new incest fantasy, MILFs and younger men had been her favourite fantasy of all time.

Emmett knew his mother was going to suck his cock, but the filthy words spilling from her mouth were the most shocking ones he'd heard since hearing her role play being fucked by him last night. He watched as she bobbed on his cock with the insatiable hunger of a porn star. Many MILFs had sucked his cock, and most were very good, but none compared to his mother.

Sarah was worried she would gag, taking four more inches in her mouth, but her desire to please him, to swallow that first load before joining with her son in a marathon fuck session, had her determined to become his ultimate MILF fantasy... because even better than a 'Mom I'd like to Fuck' was 'MY Mom I'm fucking', although MMIF wasn't as smooth an acronym.

Emmett knew he wasn't going to last long, the naughty innuendos and lengthy foot massage having him ready to burst for the past hour.

Sarah wanted that first load spewing in her mouth and soon, so she didn't slow down, working her son's cock with eagerness and skill.

Emmett watched in awe and as he felt his balls boiling after fewer than two minutes of intense cock sucking, he warned like he always did (he was a gentleman, after all), "I'm very close, Mom."

That was music to Sarah's ears and there was no way she was going to slow down, making it clear to her son that she was willing to be his cum bucket.

Emmett groaned, as seconds later he deposited his load deep into his mom's throat, "Take it all, Mom!"

Sarah had every intention of doing just that, as her son's hot seed slid down her throat and warmed her belly.

Emmett spewed rope after rope into his Mom's mouth, feeling like this was the biggest load he'd ever spewed.

Sarah was in awe of how much cum shot inside her mouth, double what her husband usually shot in her. She kept sucking long after her son's cum was exhausted, although slower as she lavishly sucked his cock.

Emmett pulled out and dropped to his knees. "I'm suddenly pretty hungry myself."

Sarah smiled, "You want some cunt nog?"

"I love hearing you say 'cunt'," Emmett said, as he got on the couch, moved between her legs and added, "And I think I'm going to love the exotic taste of cunt nog."