The piles of odds and ends had been scattered arbitrarily along the rows of table at the old-timer promenade. Stephen makes is way down the words hoping to find something that he could buy for his mom's birthday. Stephen was never thrilled of his female parent's birthday, as it always fell at the end of the school year and distracted her from every really letting him savour the end of school.

As the junk couple on for land mile in this cramp storage warehouse of a store, a sudden tingle on the back of Stephen's neck had him spin around. Along the spinal column wall near the furthest corner set a bunch of what looks to be some quaint items from northlands or something. As Stephen moved close to the table it was the wooden looking masquerade that captured his attention.

The dull jade colour Natalie Wood had a metal worn nose guard centered between the eye dent. As if drawn by an unknown region voice Stephen lifts it from the table to his nerve. Unnoticed by Stephen an elderly Lady moves up behind him."Finding everything Sir,"she asked. Sir Leslie Stephen nearly drops the masque before turning to look at her."I think I found what I'm looking for ”, he answers back.

Stephen had for the past 12 years, from when he was six years old, been getting his mother odd natural endowment for her birthday. This would be one of the rummy gifts he thought while paying the three dollar and nine cents. The cashier was a large looking man, with the intricate details of a tribal tattoo of some type painted over his boldness blending into a full face fungus. Stephen thought little of all of this as he made his way home.

The time went by with no further thoughts of the masquerade. Sir Leslie Stephen put the mask into a box and wrapped it in a bright pink wrapping paper. Hiding the objective in his closet until his female parent's birthday. The day approached along with the end of Stephen's high school day days. A time he knew was going to cause his mother to be more needy and a petty obtuse with what Stephen wanted to do.

Stephen was sitting at the kitchen table when his mother walked in. Margaret stepped into the kitchen with a grin. Her skeletal system was about five foot two, short red hairsbreadth that did not pair due to the fact it was dyed. Her nose did throw a little cute turn up and eyes almost a subtlety of dull putting surface that was on the cusp of being pretty. Her petite physical structure would probably have reached 110 Lebanese pound on a showery day.

The low pink box that set on the board caught her eye instantly."Stephen you remembered,"Margaret mumbled. Her birthday would mean the starting of summer break. That fourth dimension where she and Stephen would be able to laze around the house more often and spend some calibre time together. Ever since Sir Leslie Stephen's father passed away from a work-related accident, she felt like it was her obligation to be both a fun-loving father, and a nurturing mother. One was far easier to do then the other.

Margaret let her hands quickly unwrap the box and when she pulled the top off stared in disbelief at what was before her. Margaret was a fan of antiques and odd items, but was blown away by how interesting this mask appeared. Its colouring reminded her of a Vikings boat or along that line."Where did you get this Stephen ”, she said lifting it up in her hands and looking it over. Stephen just shrugged and seemed more interested in finishing his breakfast. Slowly Margaret lifted the masquerade to her face. As it caressed her cutis her eyes blink slowly and then pulls the masquerade away."I love it ”, she finally exclaims.

As Stephen nodded, she leaned over the board and kissed her son on the buttock. Something Sir Leslie Stephen felt was a little too personal and had to tend away to ward off the buss lasting longer. The balance of the day was spent cleansing and finishing laundry while Sir Leslie Stephen was at schooling. Margaret found a place right next to her bed that seemed to let the masquerade party sit comfortably."I 'll pull up stakes you here for a small while ”, Margaret mused while she finished making her bed.

Night prison term had just fallen on their little sleepy town and Margaret was worried about Sir Leslie Stephen. He was known to hang out a few times with his acquaintance, but on her birthday. She slowly laid on her bed and was starting to feel lonely. It was so long ago that she was with her husband and had yet to even start dating. Her eyes closed and effigy of somebody that looked like him started to fill her mind. She decided it would be alright as she was alone.

One hand slid down her consistence and came to rest along her belly. Rubbing a minor lap around her belly clit before traveling further. Her dark pants waist band provided no resistance to her mitt as it moved down and she felt the familiar tingle of touching her fair sex. She giggled to herself at how she found it form of exhilarating to imagine dissimilar scenarios with that extra person. Margaret opened her oculus once and saw the masquerade party, wondering how it would look on her while she lay in bed.

The weight of the mask felt punishing as Margaret lifted it up and brought it to her face. Her other hand still down on herself slowly moving in rebuff circles. When the forest touched her skin, a sudden major power seemed to flow over her body and down to her toes. The way felt like it was spinning and spinning. Instead it was Margaret that spun so fast the air in the room was blown about as if a twister was crashing through the recently cleaned bedroom.

When the spinning had stopped the door-mirror reflected what Margaret had become. Her body was taller, growing an extra five in. The night clothes had combined into the most scantily clad blue night garb she could ever guess. The little breast which hardly had need for a bra where pressing to the limit of the dress. Killer double D's that leaning over even a bit let the tiptop of larger areolas peek out. Her mitt ran down her thigh and back to her ass which pushed out to provide the tail of a goddess.

The masquerade itself was pulled smooth and closely along her hide over her face. Margaret could see her hair was sticking out the back in a souse long ponytail that had the pourboire dyed green. A smiling weirdo over her case before she lifts up each breast in her hands and lets them devolve with a spring."Haaaaat and spicy-eeeee ”, says Margaret with long drawn out vox. As the sight in the mirror was pleasing to her heart the sound of the front end room access porta had her sliding up to the hallway and then down to the kitchen.

Stephen was home late and had a bum dark. His buds had ended up ditching him for some miss that didn't show one troy ounce of interest in him. Stepping into the kitchen Stephen filled up a trash of weewee and started to charter a long deep drinkable. Stepping away from the sink and turning to direct to the life way let Stephen see the most gorgeous woman he had ever imagined standing at the doorway way.

With a loud spit sound, Stephen let the water fly out of his mouth and dropped the glass in surprise. Before it hit the priming, Margaret slid up and let the cup jot her foot, flicked it up with a slight kick and grasped the falling cup. Quickly she placed it on the counter and with a impish smile put a finger to Sir Leslie Stephen's mouth to hush up any try to talk."Hey there cutie, your mom sent me over this night to give you a high schooltime graduation endowment ”, Margaret said."The name Megan, my friends forebode me Meg, and please don't make me beg ”, Margaret was now calling herself Meg. Stephen was left in utter bewilderment.

Finally, Stephen spoke after taking in the deal of this goddess of a young lady filling his centre."Mom sent you for a gift, what variety of… I mean where is mom ”, Sir Leslie Stephen was taking the selective information but had trouble processing it all. Meg simply shook her finger in a tisk-tisk apparent motion."Not for you to care about, when a womanhood sets her mind to a task let her do as she ask ”, Meg then put both bridge player on her son's chest and then slowly lowered herself down to her knees."Let me reckon, never been with a woman have you ”, Meg said.

It was honest and Stephen felt his cheek blossom. The only time he got close was about three years ago with his best friend's sister. Only when it came down to the moment, Sir Leslie Stephen's nerves wavered and he chickened out. Later the sister said thank you for not going all the way, it still hurt that he was never man plenty to truly do what he wanted. Yet as Sir Leslie Stephen watches the way this secret cleaning lady seemed to be in good restraint. It gave Stephen a slight nausea smell in his venter."I…just don't think I am ready for this ”, he mumbled.

Meg was only spired on more to ensure her son was taken care of. Meg's hands worked the clitoris on his drawers open and his zipper down. The sight of her sons half erect pecker had Meg's eyes do a reduplicate take when the pants and Boxer slide down to the ground. Meg was hungry and wanting this, she was timid why it felt so sound to be with her son. The desire seeming to press her over the edge, a way to meet a missing thrill in her liveliness. The tip of Sir Leslie Stephen's cock was at same stage as her mouth, she opened her lips and let the head slide in.

Stephen was overtaken by the intense pleasure. It was as if the most celestial feeling was wrapping his cock with the mix of affectionateness and wetness. Her spittle providing the rich aesthesis and allowed himself to slide unfathomable within her mouth. He watched his prick disappear beyond her unripened lips and was hardly aware of the skin-tight masquerade she wore."Meg, that is incredible ”, he groaned.

Meg only smiled and then her tongue decided to let itself go wild. It started to wrap around his entire dig and credit crunch and rub all over. Then she gave a little tap on her head as if hitting a button and her throat began to thrill with a deep hum. The looking on Stephen's expression changed from use to pure cloud nine. Meg could feel his body fasten up and the muscles on his ass jam together."I'm cumming ”, Stephen moans out.

Meg pushes herself down on her son cock all the way. Letting it nuzzle where the tip was directing his hot thick cum down to her belly. Like a hungry skirt chaser she guzzles it all in big gulps. Her tongue starts to skid from the bottom base up to the tip, helping to milk out every drop. When the go bit fills her stomach, she lets her Son dick glided go her sassing."Don't go limp on me yet big boy, your mom said the altogether night."Stephen just stood there shocked and nodded. Meg jumps up and lands into Stephen's arms like a princess."To the chamber my horse ”, and as Stephen looks down it appeared, he was dressed as a ovalbumin knight clad in armor. The only explanation was a mild hallucination from cumming like a rampantly animal.

Meg felt like a feather in his arms with her breast snuggled up against his chest while he made his way to his bedroom."No no, to your mother's bedchamber. Its vainglorious ”, and Stephen complied to her petition. Moving into the way it had changed quite a bit as if set up to be a queen's quarter. Stephen set Meg on the bed. His eyes were amazed at how the silk blue dress she had been wearing was now looking like a thin lacy silk night shirt and nothing else. Her tit visible under the transparent fabric. The tips of her mamilla had a couplet of piercings that looked a bit odd to Sir Leslie Stephen. A dull ash grey looking hammer in one, a stain gold looking wolf brain and tail for the other.

Meg felt Stephen's eyes staring at her knocker and then gave them a piffling shake."All yours tonight big boy ”, Meg spoke seductively. Stephen discarded the repose of his clothing on the floor."My word of honor Meg, mom has never done something like this for me. I don't understand. Why would she extend such a woman for me ”, he asked ? Meg simply laid back and as she did her legs spread apart wide."If you want to talk about your mother do it from here."Her coat of arms reach out towards him and as if extending a bit further then they should be capable to, they grab Stephen's shoulder joint and pull him on top of her.

Laying upon this char Sir Leslie Stephen felt how his shaft was already kissing the outer lips of her twat. Stephen's knees were shaking and his hands felt sweaty, a stranger, a alien was about to take his virginity. Her oral cavity came up to encounter his care face and her lingua, that not so long ago made his dick dancing like a business leader, was now playfully touching his own. That's when her pegleg wrapped around him and without any opposition, he felt his cock slide into her woman hood.

Meg was so wet it felt like a waterfall down there. As her ass lay on the bed, Meg noticed her nerve had become soaked with her own succus. She was More than ready, and had waited to long for something like this. This feeling was letting her confidence and raging slope have full reign and would not discontinue for anything. As the tip of Meg's son's cock buried itself inside her it felt as if this was rightfield and should have happened eld ago.

Stephen was feeling like a new man. Touching her depths with the end of his cock had him grinding in full phase of the moon on lust, still wanting more. This woman was complete, as if made for him, even with her big breast. Maybe if they had leaked milk it would make up for them being a little to big. Stephen had a matter for tiny breast. Then his coxa begin to attract back and button forward in rapid thrusts. Locking his lips with her as the buss seemed to deepen.

Meg's chest felt tight and as if by some kind of major power, her breast suddenly had a wet warm flavor cascade down her face. The bakshish of her mammilla were pressing up against Stephen's breast. That did not stop the overflow of volley of milk where the thrust bakshis start to drip. Stephen seemed to notice and lifted himself up while still pumping away."Oh infant, would you like some of my wholesome milk ”, Meg asked as if it was expected.

Stephen nodded and let his rim glide down to her bombastic bosom and sucked the Wolf into his lips and felt the warm flush of milk overspill in his mouth. With his own big draft, the liquid started to fulfill his belly. Stephen felt his dream char was more perfect then even in his dreams.

Meg was unable to curb herself. As her son pushes in and out of her, it was a constant quantity waving of pleasure building up over and over, driving her even more crazy. Her first orgasm was not only massive in pleasance, it was massive in her waiver of her liquids."You are making me cum baby ”, she finally screams out and Stephen is able-bodied to glance down while sucking on her nipple to watch a flood of puss juice shoot out like a hosiery. It felt like a hot tub and was almost as a good deal while he kept fucking the woman below him.

Meg had her number one orgasm and wanted Sir Thomas More. Without warning and abnormal persuasiveness, her trunk pushed herself up and Stephen is forced to lay down on his back. Meg was still impelled on her son's cock ; her smiling was grinning ear to ear."My turning boy,"she mumbled as her body starts to slide up and down his beam of light. Sir Leslie Stephen was in a haze of lecherousness from the olfactory property of her cleaning woman juice and just the flavour she was causing him.

Stephen watches as the woman above him has her Milk River almost running down in streams over her trunk while sliding up and down. Then faster and faster she is moving, almost in a blur her pussy was squeezing his cock and he knew he wouldn't survive much longer."Oh Meg, I am close, I am about to cum ”, he started to protest. He did not require to cum in a stranger, he knew nothing about her and if she was safe to do that.

Meg looks down at her son and with even more strength slide her dead body down and lay her thorax against and gave him one more kiss when she starts to labour her cervix uteri against his putz's nous. Stephen is unable to resist any Sir Thomas More and erupts inside. His cum spraying her inner depths and even coating her uterus with his hot thick cum. Meg was More than satisfied and had no regrets while feeling her boy let himself orgasm inside.

Stephen had never cum so much nor cum so intemperate. His soundbox felt like a human race of bliss and was ineffectual to do more than just wind up cumming and passing out. The excitement causing him to keep himself hard for a farseeing meter even after falling asleep. Meg stayed on top of her son for a spell and then kissed his cheek before falling asleep herself.

When the light beam of light started to fall into the window Meg woke up first. Margaret was blinking for a moment and noticed the fierce looking masque lying next to her son's head as he slept. Her body felt short than yesterday and noticed her chest where back to normal sizing and her ass was no longer that sexy bubble butt it had been yesterday.

Although the slender impression of her body was returning to normal. She had the most intense sensation tone in her puss. A few Sir Thomas More nictitation had her realize her son was below her trunk and that something easy, yet filling, was wedged inside her kitty-cat."Oh, oh no ”, she had her son's tool inside her. Slowly she climbs off Stephen and looks at his sleeping body. It was hard and young looking, like his father long ago. Her bridge player grasp around the masquerade party and quietly she makes her way out of her room to the hallway bathroom to scavenge up .