risk-e-venture: The Horse Dilemma: When Christmas day finally came, Dad was out of town… again. Whic
risk-e-venture: The Horse Dilemma: When Christmas day finally came, Dad was out of town… again. Which sucked, because now I was in an awkward position. You see, he had come to me a couple weeks before, and told me I could have anything… “anything”, I wanted this year, since I was old enough now. While in some families that might have meant a car, when you’re talking about my dad, I assure you, he meant porn. Which was cool. Because… I had gotten into some kinky stuff. We had a barn, we kept animals, and… thoughts… had crossed my mind from time to time. But now, dad was out of town. So, did he get me what was on my list? Was it under the damn tree where Mom would see it when I opened it? I was having that exact panic attack when, almost on cue, mom texted me. She texted me from downstairs, which she hates; so I knew it had to be bad. But the text messages were not angry, just weird, and after the first few, they left weird somewhere way the hell in their dust. At first she texted me to tell me that Dad was away, and that he never got my list. Which was odd, but after a second she clarified and actually said “the list with the porn you wanted”. I know I must have blushed, and I was suddenly glad this was just a text message and mom couldn’t see me right then. But then she just kept texting. She said that she got the list… Which was odd, and a little mortifying. But before I could even figure out how to feel about that, she sent me a photo of her smiling downstairs by the Christmas tree and told me she wasn’t mad, and she would try to fill in for Dad while he was away. Then she sent me a text saying, “So. You want to see a horse get his cock sucked huh?”. Now, you have to understand, my mom was petite, home grown, country goodness. Sweet, kind, funny, easy with a laugh, small frame, big heart; and a person who has chastised my by saying, “Language!”, more times than I can count. So, I genuinely couldn’t believe that she had sent that text, and I honestly wondered if someone was pranking me with mom’s phone. But then, I got another text from her, followed by a video, just a few second long. The text read: “Well, look at this. It’s a giant dildo. Oh my! Well, that’s about as big as a horse cock now isn’t it? Hey! Wait a minute! Where is it going?”Then I got the video. It was mom, in our living room, in an ordinary, everyday outfit, standing in front of the Christmas tree that we all put up as a family two weeks prior. Except that she was deep-throating an 18 inch red dildo. Then, very slowly, she began drawing it out of her mouth, inch by inch. She looked surprised, like she didn’t know how it got there, and she kept glancing at the camera as she pulled the giant fake dick, now coated with her saliva, out of her mouth.Another text: “Oh… it’s going towards your mother’s pretty little face isn’t it? And then it’s going into her mouth, and all the way down her throat, till it’s big horsey balls clap her in the chin.”My own throat was now completely dry. I was, shamefully, hard as a rock, and as red as the dildo I just watch my mom make disappear into her mouth. And then… another text came in. “Maybe it was just luck or an accident. What do you think honey? I mean… how would your mommy even learn how to do that?” And then another video came in, of her running her tongue all the way up the shaft, and popping the tip into her mouth before pulling it back out again. As if she could do a lot, but sliding it all down her throat had been a fluke. Oh, and she was fucking naked. Yeah, did I forget to mention that, my mom was now topless with 1-2 foot dido in her hands and mouth. So… there was that.“But I think you know better now, don’t you son? So… I’ll tell you what. You can send a reply, right now, that says “come back mom”… no funny spelling either young man!”“And if you do, then you can come down stairs, and open the cool games and movies that your dad and I got you for Christmas, because Dad never got your REAL list. OR…“And a moment later another text came through.“OR…, you can send no text, and give up all those under the tree gifts… Instead, go straight to the barn, and get some different gifts instead.” Then she sent another video, where, with both hands at the very base of the dildo, she again slid it all the way down her throat, and what looked like halfway into her stomach. Then, she turned to face the camera, and it drew it back out again, slowly. As she pulled that giant shaft out, she moaned loudly. I watched as The entire length of it was sliding along my mother’s lovely lips; and as it finally came free she moaned lustily “Oh! Yeah, that’s So Good!”. I gulped, and accepted the reality that I wasn’t getting anything that my Dad or Mom has bought for me that year. Then I got the last few texts from mom.“So you wanna see a horse get a blowjob? Well, I’m going to put on a long white t-shirt, and a little pleated skirt and head out to the barn. So if you head on out to the barn, then you’ll watch your father’s 2,000 pound Clydesdale shove its gigantic horse cock into your pretty little mommy’s mouth; and so far down her throat you’ll think the tip is going come out of my cunt. And when he’s shot a bucket of hot white animal cum on me; pasting my cute little t-shirt to my chest… you’ll have gotten your father’s gift, of watching a horse blowjob.” “And then… you’ll have decide what you want from me honey… But honestly? I recommend you rip your mother’s panties off, bend her over something convenient, and give her a hot, sweaty, fuck in the hay. And if I don’t make the animal’s wear condoms, I’m sure not going to make my handsome young son wear one.”“I hope we spend Christmas morning outdoors this year sweetie. And baby… Merry Christmas!” -- source link