Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

The Best Present Ever: 6

Sarah said, even though she wasn't remotely trying to stop anything, "I can't believe this is happening."

"Isn't this like the role playing you did last night?" Emmett asked, as he finally revealed that he'd heard his

parents. He tugged his mother's panties off.

Sarah's eyes went wide as she processed her son's words. After a second, she asked, as she lifted her ass up to

assist him in saying farewell to her panties, "You heard us?"

"| heard a lot, including you coming as you pretended Dad was fucking you asand you screamed, 'Oh yes,

son, fill Mommy's cunt with your yummy cum," Emmett revealed, repeating his mother's words as she clast

night. "Oh my," Sarah said, realizing that the cat, or the pussy in this case, was out of the bag.

"No worries," Emmett said, seeing his mother's shocked face. "Every MILF | fuck | imagine is you."

"Really?" Sarah asked, flattered by her son's words.

"Mom, you're the hottest MILF around, and | can't believe that now you're my MILF," Emmett said, lowering

himself between her legs.

"I can't believe you heard us," Sarah said, realizing that although her first thought was to be mortified at being

caught, she now made the connection that her getting caught was likely what had led to this delightful moment.

"Can you believe this?" Emmett asked, as he buried his face in his mother's extrwetness and lapped like a

kitten. Although he was definitely more of a dominant in the bedroom, he also loved eating pussy and felt that

women who sucked his cock deserved to have the favour returned. Although pussy wasn't the most amazing

taste in the world, it wasn't gross either. But in this case his mother's cunt somehow tasted like wine... he knew

this was most likely psychologically based... he'd been dreaming of eating out his mother for as long as he could

remember ... but he was in heaven.

Sarah moaned loudly, her son's tongue feeling amazing. Her husband didn't go down on her often, she couldn't

remember the last the had, but her burning loins were already flaming like the fires of hell leading to an

orgasm escalating quickly into her immediate future... her pussy flickering with the heat that had been growing

and growing for the past hour.

Emmett believed he was a pretty good pussy muncher and could sense in just a few licks that his mother wasn't

going to last long... just like himself a few minutes ago.

Sarah begged, "Oh yes, don't stop, son, lick Mommy's cunt."

Emmett loved hearing his Mom's nasty words, and he moved to her clit and tugged it gently between his teeth.

"Oh yesssss," the mother screamed, the intense pleasure coursing through her very being as the most intense

orgasm ever ripped through her with the intensity of an exploding star.

Emmett eagerly lapped his mother's cum and a chill went up his spine at the thought that he was getting his

own mother off.

Sarah's body was usurped of all of its energy as her cum gushed out of her like a broken faucet.

After a good minute of coming, her consciousness drowning in the longest orgasm she had ever experienced, as

her rapture finally began to dissipate, she finally pushed her son's head away. She apologized, "Sorry, but | have

to pee." Emmett quickly moved up, and watched his mother scurry off the couch, wobble briefly as her left leg

went out, and go to the bathroom... looking like she was drunk... which she was... drunk on forbidden pleasure.

Emmett stood up and stretched, his cock still hard and ready for more.

Sarah peed like a racehorse (that was a dumb saying) as she sat on the toilet and recovered from utter

euphoria... and as she did she thought to herself with glee 'And | haven't even fucked him yet." Emmett got

completely undressed, deciding he was going to take control as soon as his mom returned.

Sarah washed up and returned to the living room. She asked, "So should we finish decorating the Christmas

tree?"

An idea popped into Emmett's head, and he nodded, "Yes, Mommy, that's exactly what we will do." "Really?"

Sarah asked, disappointment in her voice... she had been kidding... she wanted his cock in her.

"Yeah," he nodded, as he sat back down. "Get that dress and bra off, leave on those sensuous mocha stockings,

and trot your sweet naked bod over to the ornaments, and start decorating the tree." "Oh, you bad boy," she

purred, realizing he was already naked, his cock sticking rigidly towards the ceiling, and that he had similar

wicked ideas to hers in his head.

Emmett continued, "Put an ornament on and cand ride me."

"Mmmmmmm," Sarah smiled, thinking he was as wickedly fun as she had imagined. She glided gracefully to the

ornaments, selected one, swayed her ass over to the tree, turned sideways to give her darling boy a good view

of her large firm tits, stretched on tiptoes as high as she could reach, and hung the ornament on a high branch.

She then turned to give Emmet a graceful curtsey, her arms extended to her sides holding out an imaginary

long, diaphanous skirt. She knew her cunt lips were glistening with her arousal and she could see her son's gaze

appreciating the fact. She gave him a dazzling smile and asked breathily (think Marilyn Monroe), "See anything

you like, big boy?" She knew she was being impossibly cliché, but she didn't care. She could tell by her son's

expression that at this moment she was a goddess to him. The only question was whether he would be up to the

task of becoming her god.

Emmett watched, checking out his mother's amazing tits and ass, each as perfect as he had imagined during his

many stroke sessions. Her breasts were gorgeous as her arms stretched near the top of the tree, her legs were

so shapely and beautiful as she stood on tiptoe in those wonderful sheer mocha stockings, and without his even

thinking about it, his hand caressed his own dick in appreciation. He tried to answer her question, but found

himself speechless. He could only sit, touch himself and stare.

Sarah walked over to her son, turned around and asked, "I think you've answered my question. You're pretty hot

too. Can | ride you, son?"

"You'd better," Emmett laughed at the surreal question and he put his hands on her hips and guided her down on

his loaded missile.

"Oooooo0oh," Sarah moaned loudly, as her cunt was filled and she was soon sitting on nine inches of hard dick...

filling her in a way her husband couldn't possibly do. As Emmet's cock probed her insides, his tongue explored

the entire surface of her breasts.

"You're so wet," Emmet pointed out.