The Best Present Ever: 5

"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."