My son and I have a holiday tradition. I call it a white trash phone sex Christmas tradition. When I was married to his father, as a family we would open one small gift a piece the entire month of December, saving the big gifts for Christmas Day. It was me, my daughter, my son and my husband. One year when my son was just a horny teen, he decided to give me a sexy piece of lingerie. He got some lacy panties at the Dollar Store. We had been fucking on the side for years. He was more of a man than his Daddy. His dick was bigger. He knew how to use it, and he never had an issue getting it up. My husband was clueless that I was fucking our son. My husband saw that pair of underwear my son gave me and went into a rage. He called me a whore and his son all sorts of names. My son was pissed at the way his father treated me. He was a young teen, but he was done with his father. He told his father he was replaced as the man of the house. He pushed his father down on the floor, bent me over the dining room table and fucked me as his father watched. He instructed his Daddy to stroke his broke down dick and observe how a real man takes care of me. That was the night my husband left. It took my son cuckolding his daddy to get him out. My ex-husband will never admit this, but he was turned on. I think it was more to do with being cuckolded by his teen son than watching his trashy milf wife fuck their son. I think he was embarrassed to be aroused, and that is why he left and never came back. Good riddance. Every December, my son and I celebrate the day his daddy left by fucking on the dining room table. I put on those Dollar Store panties that started it all and we imagine we are cuckolding his daddy again. Sometimes, my daughter plays the part of daddy. For me, Christmas time is cause for much celebration, like the time I got rid of my ball and chain and made my boy the man of the house and owner of my pussy.
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