Sex stories, incest, mom and son, Mother and son spend Christmas alone…The white snowflakes whirled against the darkness, caught in my headlights, and rushed up against the windshield of my car. I was perhaps driving a bit faster than I should have, considering the weather, but I was anxious to get home. The winter holidays were finally here. I had been looking forward to it, what with all the assignments and studying in college. It would feel good to get away from it all and spend some time with my mother, as well as my relatives.
Mom had been living alone since I moved out, so I made sure stay over on the weekends as often as I could. I still considered it my home. We lived in a suburb to a larger city, so it would have been an easy commute, but at 21 I still felt the need to have my own place. Luckily, my car, an old Nissa Altima, allowed me the option to visit often and still maintain a social life. The trip only took me about 40 minutes or so.
‘Last Christmas’ was playing on the radio as I turned into the streets of my childhood. Same songs every year, as far back as I could remember. I didn’t mind. I liked the repetition, the tradition. Same streets, same people, same white snow I used to build my crappy snowmen from.
Same house. I parked the car on the driveway, in front of the garage. I walked up to the door through a thick layer of snow, creaking satisfyingly under my steps. I put down my bag and rang the bell.
Victoria, my mother, opened the door with a smile on her face. She was wearing jeans and a white top which hugged closely to her form, revealing the shape of her well sized breasts. Her chestnut colored hair lay over her shoulders in twirls. My mother, who was 42, looked great for her age. Hell, she looked great for any age.
“Hey there hot stuff!” Mom greeted. She used some inventive pet names for me at times.
“Hi Mom!” I answered, as she came over and hugged me tightly.
“Merry Christmas,” she added as she held me in her embrace. I could feel her tits being mushed against me. Even through my jacket the feeling of her breasts against me made inappropriate thoughts flash through my mind.
I should probably add that older women had always been a huge turn on for me. Later, that preference had evolved into fantasies specifically about the sexiest older woman I knew of, which was my mother. Actually, scratch that. Sexiest woman I knew of, regardless of age.
I almost exclusively searched for porn with women who looked like her, and frequented sites with mother and son incest stories. That’s all it was though. Stories and fantasies. I knew very well that that was never going to happened, and I was fine with it. I would never jeopardize the relationship with my mother for one of my dumb, depraved fantasies. At least, so I had always thought.
“Merry Christmas to you too Mom,” I added, a bit late. “You look great!”
“Thanks sweetie!” She beamed at the attention. “I made myself look extra good today, since my only son is coming home for the holiday. You haven’t seen him have you? A dark haired, handsome boy with an amused grin on his face?”
I couldn’t help smiling at her.
“There he is,” she said playfully and surprised me by leaning in and planting a kiss right on my lips.
“Mom!” I exclaimed.
“What? You’re standing under the Mistletoe,” she explained and pointed behind me, above the door. I turned to look.
“Like you didn’t put that there on purpose,” I commented. Not that I minded.
“Oh, relax. It’s just a ‘Christmas kiss’. I’m just so exited to have you home with me for this long.”
“And the rest of our relatives?” I asked.
“Ah, yeah. Them too, of course,” she answered, with less enthusiasm. “Which reminds me, I better take this down now so your uncle Tom doesn’t get any ideas.”
I chuckled as she reached around me and took the plant down. Tom would try almost anything he thought he could get away with when it came to Mom, especially with some eggnog in him. It never got him anything from her though, other than cold looks.
I took off my jacket and carried my bag into my room.
“Nick! You want some coffee?” Mom called from the kitchen.
“Sure,” I called back and began unpacking.
The presents lay hidden under layers of clothes in my sports bag. A couple of toys for the younger relatives in the family and a bottle of perfume for Mom. Mom had handled bying the rest of our shared gifts for the others. “Shared”, even though she insisted on not letting me help pay for them.
I took the gift wrapped box with the perfume and hid it under the pillow on my bed and let the rest sit on my desk.
Mom was waiting by the dinner table, two steaming cups of coffee in front of her.
“All set up?” she asked and handed me a cup.
“Yep, there’s not a lot to unpack.”
Mom was sitting with the steaming cup held in both hands, holding it up to her face and blowing on it to try and cool it down. She sat leaned forward with her elbows on the table, pushing her breasts together between her arms. She smiled at me, her mouth half hidden. I quickly tore my eyes away from her, to make my attraction less obvious.
Fuck, she’s hot… I thought as I looked around for something else to focus on.
“Oh, is that this year’s tree?” I asked, noticing the pine tree in the living room. The dining room was basically one with the living room, the majority of walls between the two knocked down to make a larger and more open area. I had noticed the tree before, but I needed something to talk about.
“You like it? I picked it up earlier today. I thought we could decorate it tomorrow evening together with everyone else.”
“Sure, sounds good. So they’re flying in tomorrow then?” I asked.
“Yeah, Jen and the rest of the gang are on the same flight tomorrow, and your aunt is driving over with her family and Tom,” she explained. Jen being her sister and the rest of family coming from my late father’s side of the family.
“It was snowing like crazy on the way here though, they might want to take it easy if they are going out on the roads,” I suggested, even though I had been going a bit too fast myself.
“I’ll make sure to tell them,” Mom said, smiling. She fell silent for a moment, gazing at me and with a grin on her face.
“What?” I asked.
“Oh, nothing. I just can’t believe how grown up you’ve become.”
“Come on, Mom…” I said, a little embarrassed, even though I appreciated that she saw me as more of a man.
We sat in silence for a moment, sipping our coffee. The only sound that could be heard was the low ticking from a clock. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence though, like it could be with other people.
“How is Tammy, by the way?” Mom asked, breaking the silence.
“Oh. Um, she’s fine. I was going to tell you. We kind of broke up.”
Mom looked surprised at that. “Really? Why?”
“I don’t know. It just didn’t work out is all…” I said.
“That’s too bad. I liked her.” Mom sighed to herself. “I get that you don’t want to be tied down, but you really should try to stay in a relationship for longer than a month some time, Nick,” she admonished.
“It just didn’t feel right,” I tried to explain.
“Well, what would feel right?” she asked. Looking genuinely curious.
“I don’t know…” I answered, shrugging. A mature woman, I thought to myself. Someone like you, Mom. But I couldn’t say that.
“Huh,” She didn’t look too happy with that answer, but seemed to accept it. “Oh well, you’re still young. You’ll figure it out. It’s not like you’re going to have any problems on that front,” she murmured.
“What about you?” I asked, changing the subject.
“What about me what?” Mom asked, raising her eyebrow.
“You know. It’s been a long time since you broke up with… um, George?” I tried.
“Jeff,” Mom corrected me, looking less amused by the second.
“Yeah, Jeff. Haven’t you hooked up with anyone new since then?”
“Hah, I’m not sure I should share that much. But no, there’s not really anyone new,” she answered.
“Why?” I asked, perhaps being a bit too pushy with my questioning. “I can’t imagine you have any trouble attracting guys.” Mom flashed me an appreciative smile at that.
“Well… It’s more a question of attracting the right kind of guys. At my age I can’t be wasting my time with just anyone.”
“I see,” I said. I guess I understood that.
“Or maybe I’m just wasting too much time thinking about the one guy I can’t have…” she whispered, but it came out louder than I think she had expected in the silence of the room.
Mom’s cheeks flushed red and she coughed, then turned her attention to the coffee that remained in her mug. The atmosphere in the room changed, putting a stop to that conversation. I supposed she didn’t like looking like some lovesick teenager in front of her son. I wondered who it could be though, but knew better than to ask.
After we put the coffee cups in the dishwasher we sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, breaking the silence with the sounds of commercials and sitcoms. It was getting pretty late in the evening but we still stayed up for a while, sitting close, enjoying each others company.
I woke up before Mom the day after. It was Christmas Eve. It wasn’t snowing anymore but it was still overcast and thick layers of snow covered the ground. It must have snowed all night. I made myself some breakfast, most of which I ate while standing.
Mom had done a good job decorating the house. It looked like it always did on Christmas, decorated tastefully with mostly red, white and greens. A few decorative Santa Clauses and reindeers occupied their usual positions. It reminded me of all the previous Christmases in that house, all the way back to when my dad had still been alive.
I was still eating my sandwich from a plate, inspecting the pine tree when Mom walked in, wearing her bathrobe.
“Morning,” she mumbled.
“Good morning,” I replied.
Mom yawned and shambled over to the kitchen, sitting down on one of the stools in front of the free standing kitchen counter. I walked over and poured her some orange juice.
“Thanks honey,” Mom said, smiling at me.
“So… What’s the plan today? Everyone is coming over later right?” I asked.
“Well, I have to prepare some of the food,” she said and looked outside,” and I think someone needs to plow the driveway. We’ll need space for one more car on the side of the road as well.”
“I can do that. I’ll plow the shit out of that snow,” I answered, jokingly. Mom giggled at me.
“I’m so lucky I’ve got such a strong man here to help me,” Mom retorted with an overly dramatic sigh.
“And don’t you forget it,” I said, winking at her.
We both fell into a bout of laughter at our silliness. That was what I liked most about my relationship with Mom, that we could joke and tease each other like that.
“Oh, and could you check the mailbox? I’m not dressed to be outside yet,” Mom added.
I finished my breakfast and cleaned up after myself, glad to have access to a dishwasher again after staying at my small apartment in the city. I threw on my jacket and braved the thick layer of snow to get to the mailbox.
Strangely, someone had stuffed snow into the mailbox and I had to dig to get to its contents. I dug out the rest of the snow, wishing I had brought gloves, and tried to shake off the worst of it from the bundle of mail. I walked back inside, irritated at the dumb prank.
“Here,” I said and handed Mom the slightly soggy mail. “Some kids must have stuffed the mailbox with snow.”
“Yeah, it was full of it, and the mail was shoved into the middle of it.”
“Probably that old crone again,” Mom muttered.
“Margret? Are you guys still fighting?” Margret and her husband lived in the house next to ours. She was about Mom’s age and frankly not bad looking, though Mom was easily the prettier of the two of them.
“Only because she keeps fucking with me.” The subject always seemed to make Mom uncharacteristically angry.
“Right… well, I’ll get started with the plowing in a moment then,” I said, changing the subject.
I didn’t know exactly when or why their “feud” had begun, but it had dragged on for quite some time now. It would probably be better to avoid the subject.
I was going to leave but caught myself stopping to look at her cleavage instead while she was busy looking through the mail. Her robe was surprisingly loosely tied, revealing much of her impressive bosom. I tore my eyes away just as she noticed me standing there and looked up at me. I walked into my room before she could ask if I wanted anything.
I checked my phone, sorted through some of the clothes I was planning on wearing the next day and set my laptop on the desk before I decided it was time to get to work.
It was around noon when I walked outside, wearing stuffy winter clothes and fake leather gloves. I grabbed the snow shovel from the garage and set about shoveling snow. The driveway itself was fairly easy to get done, even though quite a bit of snow had fallen during the night. I brushed the worst of it off the roof and front of my car.
Next I had to clear out a parking spot for the third car that would be arriving. The driveway was fairly short and narrow. My mother’s car occupied the garage itself and the driveway probably couldn’t fit another car. Certainly not aunt Jen’s SUV. Unfortunately the side of the road was covered in mounds of snow, and it seemed that the snowplow had come by to add to that pile this morning. The result was a waist high pile of packed snow for me to move.
To make matters worse the sky had darkened since I came out. It snowed ever so lightly, but it looked like it might get worse. There was nothing I could do about the weather though and I began moving the pile one scoop at a time.
I paced myself, lifting only as much snow with each scoop as I could handle without tiring myself out too quickly. I kept up the pace though, and after only ten or so minutes I started feeling a faint burning sensation in my muscles. I slowed my pace and kept going, taking five minute breaks every now and then. I honestly didn’t mind the work. I did pretty much the same thing at the gym a few times a week after all.
By the time I was starting to see the end to my work the snowing had intensified. At the rate it was going I might have to come back out in the evening to finish the improvised parking space.
I finally finished and stepped back to admire my accomplishment. They would still have to move their car if anyone wanted to back out of the driveway, but I was confident there was more than enough space to park there comfortably and easily.
I felt how sweaty I had gotten once I stepped inside. I hung my clothes on the rack in the hall and shuffled into the kitchen, exhausted. Mom was preparing some the food for the next day.
“That took a while, huh?” she said, sounding sympathetic.
“Uh, yeah. It’s fine though, Mom. Happy to help.”
She was wearing a red apron, with a white sleeveless blouse underneath. The way the apron was tied around her waist and strained around her breasts only accentuated her sexy figure.
“Need any help?” I asked, watching her switch between preparing stuffing and making some sort of pie.
“No, I’ve got this,” she replied, turning from the food. “You’ve already done enough sweetie.”
She walked over and wrapped her arms around me, putting both her breasts and the rest of her body close up against me, in one of those barely appropriate hugs she was so fond of. Honestly, it was no wonder I’d developed an attraction to her. Mom breathed in deeply, making her tits push against me even harder and sending a twitch through my half hard cock.
“Mmm… You’ve really been working hard, haven’t you?” she asked in a deep, almost sultry, voice.
Her hand was tracing my arm and stroking my defined, but not really that big, muscles through the fabric. I wondered if she even thought about how inappropriate some people would find her behavior, her being my mother and all. That was just how she was though, and I didn’t complain.
“Um, yeah.” I lifted part of my sweater on the side she wasn’t leaning her head on and breathed in through my nose. “I really do smell, don’t I? I’ll go take that shower.”
“Don’t trouble yourself on my account. I think you smell wonderful like this,” Mom said, breathing in my scent once again, while rubbing her leg along mine.
“T-thanks,” I stuttered, feeling a full on boner coming.
Mom separated herself from me suddenly, and turned back to the food as if nothing had happened. I supposed that in her mind, nothing had happened, even though I would have figured any other woman that acted like that around me was looking to get laid.
“Go shower off anyway, we have guests coming in tonight after all…” she said, still turned away from me, her voice sounding a bit odd.
“Oh, and Nick?” she asked.
“Well, we have a lot of guests coming in tonight. I was thinking about sleeping arrangements, and it might be better if Jen and her son get your room. If that’s okay?”
“Um, sure. But where am I sleeping?”
“I was thinking I could bring a mattress into my room for you, but I don’t think we have enough with all the people coming. My bed is big enough for two people, so…” She turned to look at me. “If you don’t mind sleeping with your mother?”
I tried hard to ignore the other possible interpretation of that question. “Sure, of course I don’t mind,” I said, careful not to give away my excitement. It was only sleeping after all, but I was pretty sure she usually slept naked.
“Thanks, dear. I’ll make the bed for us while you shower,” she said, smiling softly.
I forced a few perverted thoughts out of my head before I headed over to the bathroom, taking my time enjoying the warm water of the shower. It always felt good to shower off after some physical exercise.
I wrapped myself in my towel, and after making sure I wouldn’t drip too much I made my way back to my room. I was only covered by the towel around my waist and the bundle of clothes in my hands as I passed through the kitchen. Mom turned around at my approach, getting a good look at my naked torso. I smiled nervously at her and picked up my pace as I walked by, feeling her eyes on me the entire way.
As soon as I closed my door I let out a relieved sigh. I put my clothes on the bed and started getting dressed. I picked out a shirt which I wore with the sleeves rolled up and gray dress pants. With and nice looking belt to go with it. My cock resisted as I tried to fit it comfortably below the fabric. That short moment of walking past Mom half naked had gotten me surprisingly excited. It was a good thing the wrapped towel had held up or she might have gotten more to look at than she’d bargained for.
When I felt confident the bulge in my pants had mostly disappeared I left my room, walking back to the kitchen once again. Mom was still there and it looked like she was pretty much done with the food.
She whistled as she saw me walk in. “Wow, you clean up nicely young man,” she complimented.
“Right?” I answered. On a whim I spun around, to give her the full view.
Rather than laugh, as I had expected, Mom let out an agreeing “Mmm…” and took her time inspecting me. I laughed it off and walked over to the living room, turning on the TV.
“Aren’t you going to change out of that apron soon, Mom?” I said loudly from the other room.
“I was going to take a shower right after I was done with this. You’d better not used up all the warm water!” she shouted back.
The phone interrupted me before I could think of a quip to throw back at her.
“Yes?” Mom answered in the other room.
“Hi. Oh. But… oh, okay. Yeah…” I heard her respond. It seemed to be bad news, so I got up from the couch and walked back to the other room.
“You’ve already talked to them? Yes, I understand. No it’s fine, really. Nick is here, yes. Okay.” She handed the phone to me.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hi Nick,” aunt Jen greeted. “I was just talking with your mother. It seems there is a storm coming in and our flight has been canceled. I don’t think we’re going to make it there for Christmas.”
“I’ve called the others and they’re in a similar situation, the roads are just too unsafe with the storm coming in.” I looked outside and saw that, indeed, the weather had gotten worse since I was out there.
“It’s good that you are there though. I hope it’s okay if you and your mother celebrate Christmas by yourselves,” she said, sounding apologetic.
“That’s fine Jen,” I answered. “There’s nothing you can do about it. Better to be safe than sorry, right? We’ll be fine.”
“Thanks for understanding. You take care of your mother now, okay? And merry Christmas.”
“Yeah… shit, what am I gonna do with all this food now?” Mom said, frowning. “Anyway, it’s okay, Nick. As long as I’ve got you here I’ll be just fine,” she said, bringing me in for a long, close hug.
We spent the rest of the day just hanging around. Watching TV, and getting lost in our phones and tablets. You could tell by the mood that we were both a bit disappointed, having prepared for a lot more people to arrive. Now it was just the two of us.
“Here you go,” Mom said, coming up from behind me where I sat in the sofa. She handed me one of the glasses she held.
She had just taken a shower, and was wearing tight jeans that showed off her perfect, toned ass and a brown sweater. I may have looked twice as she passed and sat down next to me on the couch.
“Eggnog?” I asked.
“Yes. I felt like we needed something to raise the mood in here. There’s no reason we can’t have fun on our own. I love spending time with you,” she said affectionately.
“I love spending time with you too,” I assured her and took a sip of the eggnog.
“Wow. Did you forget to put any eggs in, Mom?” I joked.
“Too strong for you, huh?” she teased, smiling wickedly.
“I’m in college, Mom. I think I can handle more than you.” I returned her smile.
“Hah, we’ll see about that,” she said, as if challenging me.
The mood certainly got better. Mom got us another round of drinks as soon as we finished the first ones. It didn’t take long before I was feeling a comfortable buzz.
We stayed on the couch well into the evening, drinking, eating junk food and watching junk television. Mom was even more affectionate than usual. She snuggled up against me and teased me, pushing her breasts against me on purpose and giggling at my reactions. She also tried to wrestle me onto my back during the commercials. I did the same, much more successfully.
After a while she ended up laying on her back across my lap, her tits rising and falling as she panted after our last wrestling match. Her breasts formed two considerable mounds under the brown sweater, and it had been pulled up so that a fair bit of her flat stomach was revealed. She was a very sexy sight to behold.
It seemed she had noticed how I was looking at her, because she suddenly grinned and then grabbed my hand, guiding it to her naked stomach.
“Do you think I’m hot?” she almost whispered.
Yes. “Um,” I hesitated, feeling my face heat up. “I guess so.”
“Guess so?” she pouted. “This guy seems to know so,” she teased and rocked sideways, suddenly making me very aware of the erection that was poking her in the back. I hadn’t even noticed getting hard.
“Fu- uh, shit. I’m sorry…” I mumbled and tried moving away from her. She giggled at my reaction. Unfortunately getting out from under her involved either throwing her off or scooting left or right until I got away. She stopped me with her hands just as her head aligned with my lap, my hard cock still very visible along the leg.
“It’s fine sweetie,” she assured, trying to sound serious. “I’m your mother after all. I am glad to see you’ve grown up nicely though,” she added, her eyes level with my bulging erection.
“Mom!” I called out in surprise. That sent her bursting into another fit of laughter.
“I’m just teasing you,” she said, sitting up with a smirk on her face.
“I think we might both be a little drunk,” Mom said, pulling me in for a hug. “Mmm… I love you, Son,” she said, sighing into my ear.
“I love you too, Mom,” I replied, enjoying the warmth of her embrace.
Things went back to normal, and we spent another hour or two just hanging out, letting me forget the awkwardness.
Eventually, we decided it was time to turn in for the night. I left to brush my teeth and returned just as Mom turned off the TV.
“This was fun,” Mom said, smiling at me.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “We should drink together more often.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to corrupt you,” Mom said.
“I don’t know, I might like it,” I joked.
She just looked at me, without answering, biting her lip.
“Well, good night, Mom,” I said, and turned toward my room.
“And where are you going?” Mom asked.
“I was going to go to bed,” I answered, confused.
“Did you forget I made the bed for you in my room?” she asked. “I mean, you could still sleep in yours if you’d like but I would have to get some new sheets out of the closet first…”
“Oh, right. No, it’s fine. I’ll just sleep with you.”
“Good. I think it’ll be fun,” she said with a smirk.
I felt conflicted as I undressed in my mothers bedroom. On one hand the situation was exciting, especially the possibility of catching a glimpse of her naked body. On the other hand I really didn’t want to take advantage of her trust, especially while she was drunk.
I lay on my side of the bed wearing only my boxer shorts. The bed was made to fit two people, but only barely. She returned from the bathroom and smiled at the sight of me.
“I’m going to undress now,” she warned and began pulling her clothes off.
No “Turn around” or “Don’t look”. Just stating that she was going to undress, like I could decide for myself whether to watch or not.
No, I shouldn’t think like that, I told myself. I regretfully looked away while she undressed and got beneath the sheets.
Mom turned off the light by her bed, leaving only the soft gleam from the hallway to illuminate us.
“This is nice. It’s been forever since you came to sleep with me,” she said, turning to me. I could only just make out her expression in the soft light.
“It probably wouldn’t be appropriate for you to snuggle up to me like you used to do though,” she added, smiling.
“Are you naked right now?” I asked, wanting to confirm my suspicions.
“Ah, yes,” she answered. “Does that bother you?”
“No, that’s fine. You might be right though. About the snuggling, I mean.”
I heard her giggle in the darkness.
“Goodnight, Son,” Mom said softly.
Christmas morning. I woke up before Mom again. She looked absolutely stunning, laying next to me on her back. Even covered by the bed sheet the enticing form of her curves were evident. One leg lay uncovered and her breasts rose and fell with her breaths. The sheet only barely covered them though and each breath seemed to threaten to pull the white sheet away from her round mounds.
Through gargantuan effort I managed to avoid looking beneath the sheet and instead got dressed and left quietly.
The weather had cleared up but had left a thick layer of snow on the ground. I checked the forecast on my phone and they still predicted storms coming in later in parts of the surrounding area. Any flights that were still going would likely be fully booked. It seemed it was really going to be just me and Mom this Christmas.
I showered, only ate an apple to save space for the piles of food we had prepared. I sent some well wishes to friends over Facebook while I ate. Mom didn’t wake up until eleven. She wandered up to me, sitting on the stool in the kitchen, and wrapped her arms around me.
“Mmm… I didn’t notice you leave,” she said, still sounding tired.
“Yeah, I kind of snuck out. I thought you might want to sleep in.”
“That’s nice of you…” Mom mumbled and nuzzled my neck.
“So what are we doing today?” I asked.
“I’m not sure. I guess we just celebrate like usual, the two of us,” Mom suggested.
I actually kind of liked the idea that it would just be the two of us.
I walked outside and checked on my car while Mom took a shower. I brushed off as much snow as I could and tried the ignition, just to check that it worked.
When I got inside I found Mom wearing a long red dress, the kind that fit tightly around her body but with a long slit for the leg on one side to allow some freedom. She had put most of her hair up in a messy bun, with some hair still hanging loosely at the sides of her head, striking the balance between motherly and sexy.
“Wow,” I spoke, taken aback by how alluring and elegant she looked.
“You like it?” she asked, turning and bending forward to show off how it clung to her form and giving me a better view of her cleavage in the process.
“I was going to take the opportunity to show off a bit,” she admitted. “But since it’s just you and me I guess I’ll just have to show off to you,” Mom said, chuckling to herself.
She went back to setting and decorating the table, bending forward in the process and pulling the material up around her ass. The fabric clung tightly to her bottom the whole time, showing off the perfect shape of it. Those exercises she did certainly payed off.
Fuck me, I thought. That’s ridiculously hot…
She’d put a red table cloth over the table, then placed white plates and napkins, silver candlesticks and various other decorations on it. The table looked like it was set for a fancy date, with only the two of us attending.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it. Could you check on the turkey, Nick?” she asked.
Mom walked out into the hall and opened the door. Whoever it was sure didn’t bring about any cries of happiness from Mom.
“Yes? And what do you want?” I heard her ask.
“Listen, Victoria,” Margret’s voice said. “I know we don’t get along very well-”
“Yeah? And who’s fault is that?” Mom interrupted. I suddenly felt the need to step in, before a fight broke out.
“Listen, I know I’ve been a bit-”
“A bit of a bitch,” Mom supplied.
“A bit unfair to you,” Margret finished, sounding agitated. “But it’s Christmas, and I want to make amends. We are neighbors after all. So I’ve come with a peace offering, for you and your family.”
Mom scoffed. “Sure you did. Hardly anyone is here anyway, because of the storm.”
“Oh, that’s… too bad… I’m sorry.” She actually sounded like she meant that.
“It’s just me and Mom,” I added as I reached the door.
“Oh, Nick. You, at least, made it home for Christmas?”
“Yeah, but only me.”
“Well, it’s not all bad then,” Margret said, sounding much more cheerful. Mom watched her nemesis with obvious suspicion.
“You can share this then,” she continued. “Like I said, I come with a peace offering.”
She held up a tray of frosted Christmas cookies, covered in plastic wrap.
“If you think I’m going to eat anything you’ve made…” Mom started.
“I promise they’re not poisoned,” Margret said, rolling her eyes. “Look.”
She lifted off the plastic wrap and held the plate up toward Mom.
“Pick one. Any one you like, and I’ll eat it.”
Mom still looked doubtful but picked a cookie, from the middle of the pile, and handed it to Margret. She took a large bite out of it and proceeded to eat the whole thing in front of us.
“See? Nothing malicious,” she assured. “Just take one. Please.”
“Fine,” Mom said and picked one.
Margret held out the plate to me and smiled as I chose one in the form of a Christmas tree and took a small bite. It didn’t taste bad at all.
“I hope we can be better neighbors in the future, and merry Christmas to you both. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it, even if it’s just the two of you,” she said, smiling and waving as she left.
Mom still look suspicious.
“Mom, maybe she really wants to put this feud, or whatever it is, behind her. She seemed sincere.”
Mom scoffed but I waited patiently for her answer.
“Yeah, maybe…” she acceded.
We walked back inside. I finished my cookie, while Mom only ate half of hers and threw away the rest. Probably more because of who had made it than the taste of it, which to be fair was a bit odd.
It wasn’t quite time to eat yet, so we sat down in front of the TV again. Honestly, we were much more active people when the temperature wasn’t in the negative numbers.
We watched the news, showing a bunch of the usual feel-good Christmas reports. Mom sat next to me, in her elegant dress. I could feel myself get excited again. Instead of looking away though, I leaned back to catch a glimpse of her cleavage. That turned out to be a mistake, as I produced a very visible erection. I covered it up with my arms and focused on the news while I waited for it to pass.
That was the thing though. It didn’t pass. My hard-on only got more intense as time went by, to the point where it started to feel painful. I tried hiding it, but Mom still noticed something was wrong.
“Hey, are you okay?” Mom asked, scooting closer to me.
“I’m fine,” I said.
“Hmm… are you sure? You look a bit strange,” she continued and put her hand on my forehead.
“I’m sure,” I insisted.
I tried very hard not to think any sexy thoughts, but for some reason I just couldn’t get rid of my erection. Something was clearly wrong. I usually don’t have any trouble getting it to stay up, but this was getting ridiculous.
“Come on, Nick. Are you sure you’re feeling alright? Your face is all red,” Mom asked once again.
“Well…” I wasn’t sure how to put it. I suppose she noticed me glancing down though, because she moved my arms out of my lap, revealing my bulging hard-on.
“Oh,” she said, sounding surprised and relieved rather than offended.
“It’s… it’s not going down…” I mumbled, trying to explain. The near painful hardness of my cock and the embarrassment was making it difficult to think properly.
“What do you mean?” Mom asked. She looked concerned again. “How long has it been like that?” she asked, pointing to my erection.
“A while. Since, we sat down…” I tried thinking back. “Since Margret came by,” I added.
“Since you ate that cookie…” Mom said, her voice taking on a dangerous tone. “I’ve been feeling a bit odd since then too…”
She stood up and walked toward the front door.
“Hey! …fuck,” I swore and followed her, ignoring the steel rod grinding against my leg.
Mom was already out the door when I caught up. I quickly put on my shoes and followed.
She was standing in the snow on our front lawn, watching our neighbor’s house.
“They’re not home. That fucking bitch,” she spat out as I reached her.
“Are you saying she… what? Laced the cookies she gave to us? She ate of them herself!” I said, figuring out what must have happened as soon as I finished talking.
Mom looked at me. “Viagra, probably…” she said.
“Fuck… Seriously? Why the fuck would she do that?” I was getting pretty angry myself.
“Because that’s the kind of shit she pulls… Fucking whore!” she swore. I had never seen her that angry before. She turned and went back into the house, and I followed.
Inside, Mom was still fuming with anger.
“How fucking dare that old cunt bring you into this?” she cursed.
“Just… calm down, Mom,” I tried.
“Sorry. I’m so sorry, Nick. Do you want me to call a doctor or something?” she asked.
“Ah, no. Please don’t. I’ll just… wait it out, I guess.” I really didn’t want track down a doctor on Christmas Day to explain my current predicament. I could probably just wait for the effect to pass.
I returned to the couch and tried to distract myself. Mom joined me after she’d calmed down somewhat. She still looked a bit pissed off, and concerned.
“Are you sure it’s fine?” she asked.
“Kind of…” I answered.
Her sitting so close to me wasn’t helping. Even when I wasn’t looking I could feel her sitting next to me, in her sexy red dress, her wet lips contorted in concern as she watched my raging boner. Her leg, leaning up against mine, stuck out of the slit in the dress and was naked up the the thigh.
I really shouldn’t think about such things, but I couldn’t help myself.
“Sweetie… Maybe you should just go and, you know, take care of it,” Mom suggested, not taking her eyes off my “problem”.
Without a word, I left for the bathroom and did just that. It wasn’t as easy as I would have thought though. Without any porn or other stimulation it took me about twenty minutes before I finally came, catching the load with some toilet paper.
The erection still persisted though, making me curse in frustration. That wasn’t going to work either. I returned to the couch, and plan A, instead. I’d just wait, no matter how uncomfortable I was.
Mom noticed as soon as I returned.
“Jesus, Nick. Didn’t it work?”
“No. Turns out it’s not… enough, to jerk off,” I said, not even thinking about how strange it was to have that conversation with my own mother.
“God, I’m so sorry sweetie…” she spoke, sitting close and running her hand through my hair. She was still keeping her eyes fixed on my erection. I wasn’t sure what to make of that.
“Son…” she said softly. “This, um, might sound crazy but… what if I helped you out? If it’s a question of stimulation, then…” She paused to breathe in deeply, and looked more determined.
“You did say you found me attractive yesterday,” she said.
My eyes went wide at that comment. I did say that, but what she was suggesting… Well, it was exactly what I wanted, and yet I knew how wrong it would be.
“Mom, I… I did. I do think that, but…”
“Please,” she begged. “Let me me take care of you. I hate seeing you in pain darling…” she said, dragging her hand over the outline of my cock as she said it.
“Aaa… fu-” I closed my mouth, and groaned at the pleasure of it. Pleasure that was as much mental as it was physical.
“Don’t worry, Son, I’ll take care of you…” she said, unzipping and pulling down my pants before I could object.
She sat on her knees in the couch next to me and reached inside my boxers to carefully pull out my aching member. She leaned in closer and pushed back a few stray strands of her hair so she could glance up at me. I couldn’t help but reflect on the fact that my erect cock was now inches from my mothers face. My member twitched with anticipation at the thought.
“Mmm… Son. You’re just as beautiful as I imagined,” she whispered in a sultry tone. Her face kept close to my cock as she admired it. I thought she looked sexier than she ever had, her eyes filled with lust and her hand closed around my shaft.
She began rubbing me up and down slowly, watching my face from where she was sitting next to me.
“Is this good, sweetie?” she asked.
“G-god yes, Mom. That feels amazing,” I groaned. I couldn’t believe it was actually happening.
Mom climbed off the couch and sat down on the floor between my legs instead. Her beautiful eyes looked up at me, and she smiled.
“You have a wonderful cock, Son. I’m sure a lot of lucky college girls have told you so…” she purred, her facial expression blissful.
“Not as many as you might think,” I said, returning her smile as she jerked me off. “Uhng… You look so fucking hot right now, Mom,” I blurted out.
“Thank you, Son,” she said, smiling even broader. “That makes me happier than I think you realize to hear.”
My mind was muddy with arousal, but I still realized there was some significance to those words. There was also the way she kept calling me “Son”, like she wanted to remind me, or perhaps herself, of our relation to each other.
Mom only needed to slide her hands up and down my shaft for a few more strokes before I could feel myself getting close to coming.
“M-mom,” I tried to warn her. But it was too late and I came with a groan, squirting semen right at her face.
I opened my eyes to find drops of white, translucent fluid running down her face and dripping down on the floor.
“Fuck! I’m so sorry, Mom. I shou-” To my surprise, Mom interrupted my apology with an amused chuckle.
“There’s no need to apologize. Mmm… you made a real mess though, didn’t you, Son?” she purred. I had been right. This really was turning her on.
“Please don’t think this is weird,” she said, scoping up some of the cum that was running down her face with her fingers and then, to my great surprise, putting it in her mouth. “Mmm… you taste wonderful as well…” she said, moaning softly as she tasted my seed.
She continued cleaning up the worst of the semen, swallowing it with obvious pleasure while watched in disbelief. When she had gotten most of it she slowed down and seemed to regain her senses, eventually stopping. Apparently content to let the rest of my mess be where it was, clinging to her face.
Mom met my gaze, looking more hesitant and vulnerable than a moment ago.
“I’m sorry. I got a bit carried away. I’m not sure what you must think of me, getting turned on by my own son…” She looked away with shame in her expression.
“What I think is that that was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced,” I said, truthfully. “You really have nothing to feel bad about, Mom. To… To be honest I’ve been fantasizing about you since forever…”
It seemed she was taken aback by my confession. She turned back to face me with clear disbelief in her eyes.
“Yes, Mom. How could I not? You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met, and the fact that you’re my mother just makes it… Well, maybe I’m a bit strange,” I confessed.
“You’re not strange,” she insisted with a frown, tugging my cock for emphasis. “Not any stranger than me, anyway. God, if I’d known you felt that way… I’ve been feeling so bad for wanting to fuck my own son.”
If my head wasn’t spinning enough before, that did it.
“So… we both… want this?” I asked, for some reason having trouble grasping the situation.
“I know I do,” Mom replied with a smile. “And you still need my help, don’t you?” she said, nodding toward my still hard cock. “Let Mommy help you with that.”
She bent forward this time, putting her lips on the head of my cock. I felt like I was going to pass out from pleasure as she slowly pushed forward, letting her warm lips wrap around the head until they closed around my shaft. She took another inch or two of my cock before she pulled back, sliding back and forth and using her tongue to stimulate me inside her mouth.
“That feels amazing, Mom. Fuck… you’re so fucking hot…” I breathed.
“It’s my pleasure sweetie,” she said with a smile, before she returned to sucking.
She changed up her technique, pulling off and licking my head and then my shaft, sliding her tongue all over my aching cock. Then she leaned forward and took me inside her mouth again, but much more of my length than before. She continued shoving herself forward, letting me slide down her throat, producing small gagging noises as she did.
Small, quiet moans escaped her lips between the wet sounds of her sucking, which only made the whole thing hotter. Mom stopped trying to take me further down her throat for a moment, taking some time to breathe. She met my eyes smiling same loving, motherly smile I had seen so many times before.
Without a word she got back to it, this time with more gusto than before. I put my hand on the back of her head, and pushed along with her. In a few tries she managed to swallow my full length, putting her nose hard against my stomach. Her attempt to speak only sent vibrations along my member, stuffed down her throat. No girl had ever managed, or even tried, to do that.
I shivered with pleasure as she held that position for a few moments, until she pulled back to breathe. As she gasped for air I felt another orgasm coming.
“I-I’m going to come,” I got out. In time, this time.
Instead of pulling away, Mom quickly leaned forward to engulf my cock between her lips once again. That final bit of stimulation sent jets of my cum exploding into her mouth. I took a firm hold of her head as my semen unloaded into her, to the cacophony of our shared moans.
A few gulps later she took my cock out of her mouth to show me, with her tongue out and mouth gaping wide, that she had swallowed all of it. My own mother. Fuck… was all I the thought I could muster.
She giggled at my wide eyed expression.
“I take it you liked that?” she teased.
“Mmm… And all this because of that old cunt,” she chuckled. I assumed she meant Margret. “She said she was going to seduce you, you know? I think that’s how this all started. Looks like I beat her to it,” Mom said gleefully.
“Wow… she said that?”
“Hey!” Mom warned.
“Hah, don’t worry, Mom. You are way prettier than she is,” I said, putting on my best smile.
“Hmmph. Okay then,” she said.
“Son…” she started. “What we just said. What you told me about… wanting me… If you want to take it back I-”
“No,” I said with determination. “I don’t. I know it’s fucked up, but I’m extremely attracted to you, Mom.”
“Thanks,” she said softly, looking at me lovingly. “You better not regret that when I fuck your brains out,” she said with a mischievous grin.
I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I just grinned back at her like a fool.
“Hey! It’s gone down a bit, hasn’t it?” Mom said, looking at my dick. It had.
“Yeah, it does feel a lot better now.” I grinned. “Thanks, Mom.”
“No worries, darling. I assume I’m going to have to help you out a few more times before the effect wears off though,” she said and stood up. She leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek.
“I’m looking forward to it,” she whispered, sending a jolt through my half-flaccid cock.
Mom walked over to the kitchen and cleaned herself up. I pulled up my pants and for the first time in an hour or so, I felt like I could relax.
I followed Mom after a moments thought. Just because my dick was satisfied didn’t mean I was, or necessarily that she was. There were so many fantasies that I wanted to act out.
“I think it might be time to eat soon,” I commented innocently.
“Oh, yeah,” Mom answered. “I’d completely forgotten about the time. I’ll just get the food out of the fridge and we’ll-”
“That’s not what I meant,” I interrupted, taking hold of her arms and pushing her back against the kitchen counter.
Before she could object I got down on my knees and slid my hands in under her dress. Using the long slit in it I quickly pulled the dress up over her waist and folded the excess material in behind her, placing it between her and the counter.
“Nick!” she exclaimed. “Wh- what are you doing?”
“What? Didn’t I tell you? I’m going to eat you out, Mom. You’ve raised me better than to accept a blow job without reciprocating,” I stated, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
She visibly quivered at my words. I smiled and took hold of her black lacy panties with my fingers, pulling them down. Mom didn’t resist and stepped out of the flimsy piece of underwear with one foot as I brought it down to her feet, giving me unrestricted access to her well shaved pussy.
She was already very wet, and looked very inviting. I kept myself from going straight for the prize though and started kissing her inner thighs.
“Oh, god… oh, god…” she moaned.
“We can’t do this,” she complained. “I’m your mother…”
She didn’t resist in the slightest though, and even put her hand on my head, carefully trying to guide it to the longing wet spot between her legs. That only made me more determined to tease her. I continued my kissing up above her crotch, traveling up to her belly button and down again only to go right back to her thighs.
“Unngh,” she groaned in frustration. “Please…”
I gave in. I was aching to taste her myself.
Now, I wasn’t exactly a pussy-eating master, but I did know some techniques. In my fantasies I always used all I knew to satisfy my mother, impressing her with my prowess. But as I plunged into her moist and swollen sex, all such thoughts disappeared.
I licked, sucked, and ground my mouth over her vagina without any semblance of thought behind it. Holding my hands around her waist and ass I simply pressed myself against her and lapped up her abundant juices. I was instantly hooked on her taste.
“Aahnngg! Ah! Fuck!” she groaned, shivering and panting as she watched her only son ravish her cunt.
I slowed down a bit, coming to my senses after the initial excitement of getting to eat out my mother. I licked the length of her slit one more time, sending another shiver through her, before I lowered my head to get into a better position. I then pushed my tongue up, finding her entrance and probing it as far as I could, effectively fucking her with my tongue.
“God yes! Hnng…” she groaned.
I kept up my prodding, working my tongue in and out of her.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she moaned. “It’s soo wrong. I’m your mother.”
“I’m your mother, I’m your mother…” she continued, chanting the phrase while holding on to my head, pulling me toward her sex. I would have smiled at how kinky she was turning out to be if my mouth wasn’t already busy.
I pulled out my tongue and returned to licking between and around her pussy lips. I snuck two digits into her wet hole, fingering her while I lapped her folds. She was quite clearly getting close to orgasm and I sped up my pace to match her arousal.
I payed extra attention to her clit, licking over it in broad strokes and running my tongue in approximate circles around it. She was breathing fast, pushing me against her even harder and tilting her head back with the pleasure of it all.
Finally she came. She groaned loudly and released a wave of juices over my already wet mouth and cheeks. I lapped up her womanly nectar happily while she shivered in pleasure, my fingers still inside her wet, trembling passage.
When her orgasmic noises ceased she relaxed, letting go of my head and slumping forward. I pulled back from between her legs as she sat down on her knees, letting some of the dress fall down to cover her up again. She looked exhausted, but thoroughly pleased.
“That was… amazing, darling,” she panted. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me, pushing me down on my back.
“Mommy loves you soo much…” she whispered before she kissed me forcibly, her tongue exploring my mouth with enthusiasm. I responded, and for a long time our tongues wrestled in the wetness of our shared saliva and the leftover fluids from her pussy.
We lay on the floor, catching our breath after the intensity of both the cunnilingus and our first real, passionate kiss.
Mom stood up first, pulling her dress into place and putting strands back into place in her messy hair. She still looked a bit disheveled, in a very sexy way.
“Is this going to be a regular thing now?” I asked sheepishly as I stood up.
“Yes,” Mom answered, not leaving any room for argument. “I won’t let you deny your perverted mother sex now that you’ve gone this far,” she said, smiling wickedly.
“Oh, I wouldn’t dream about it.” I grinned back.
“Speaking of…” she said, looking at my, once again, rock-hard erection. “I did say I was going to help you with that. Didn’t I?”
There was no sign of the exhaustion I had seen in her just a few moments ago as she openly admired the outline of my cock.
“Come,” she urged me and took my hand, leading me away.
“Come were?” I asked. She just smiled.
“I’ve got an idea of how to take care of that problem of yours,” she purred, leading me into her bedroom.
“Help me take this off, please…” she pleaded, already in the process of getting her arms out of the dress. It didn’t have a zipper, so I helped her wriggle out instead. As soon as she was done undressing Mom pushed me down on the bed and got right to unzipping my pants.
She got my clothes off and straddled me while I was still unbuttoning my shirt. She took off her bra in the time I finished with the shirt. Not before then did I truly realize that my mother was naked and straddling me on her bed. I smiled, watching her grab my cock and putting against her naked skin, from crotch up to her stomach.
“I’ve been hoping this would happened,” she said, her voice dripping with lust.
She looked amazing naked. Her pink, hard nipples on her gorgeous breasts and her perfectly toned mature body were driving me crazy with desire. Her messy hair and horny, beautiful expression made my itch to fuck her.
“Fuck, Mom…” I said, impressed.
“Yes. You will,” she answered with a mischievous smile. “Tell me baby. Tell me you want it,” she whispered while eyeing my erection, obviously anxious to get started.
“I want to.” I answered.
“Want to what?” she insisted.
“I want to fuck you, Mom. I want to fuck you so badly.”
“Mmm… I was hoping you’d say that,” she teased and pushed herself up on her knees.
She carefully guided my hard cock to her pussy, letting me slide against her lips while she found her opening. I gritted my teeth in pleasure and anticipation.
She moaned loudly as she finally lowered herself on my cock. I could feel her walls resist and clamp down on it as my cock pushed its way further inside, toward her inner chamber.
“Jesus, Son! Ah… I can’t believe you’re finally inside me… Fill me up with your beautiful cock!” she moaned as her wet hole engulfed inch by inch of my rigid member.
I bottomed out in her, feeling indescribable pleasure at the sensation of having my full length inside my mother. I grabbed her hips and watched as my cock partly retreated from her slick opening, only to push it in again.
“Stop,” Mom said, grabbing my hands and pushing them down to the mattress. “Don’t do anything yet. I want to enjoy this moment.” She moaned as she spoke, making her voice sound strange.
“Tell me how it feels inside of me, Son. Describe how it feels to have your cock inside your mother,” she pleaded, moaning loudly and rocking back and forth ever so slightly despite her telling me to be still.
She was obviously enjoying this, getting to act out her most depraved and deeply guarded desires. I felt the same way.
“It feels amazing, Mom. The way your walls are hugging my cock… Just thinking about the fact that it’s my mother’s pussy is… it’s so…”
“Wrong? Naughty? Wonderfully perverted? Deliciously incestuous?” Mom suggested, each word dripping with lust.
“Yes, but also just fucking great. Better than Tammy’s, or any of the other girls I’ve been with,” I admitted, my hands back on her hips, thrusting slowly.
“Mmm… Maybe your cock is telling you it belongs in your mother,” she teased, moving faster on my slick pole.
I had had about as much as I could take. I held her down on me, making sure we stayed connected as I flipped my surprised mother over, ending up on top of her.
“Oh, Nick,” she giggled. “So rough!” She smiled at me, watching with anticipation as I got into position.
I thrust myself back all the way inside of her before I leaned forward to give her a kiss. Mom gratefully accepted my tongue as it explored her mouth, eliciting muffled moans from the both of us.
“It’s okay if I take charge, isn’t it?” I whispered in her ear.
“Y-yes,” she whimpered in response and locked her legs around me.
I pulled out almost all the way, then thrust in only partway inside her slick pussy. She moaned, watching me with her facial expression full of desire. I kept fucking her slowly, putting only part of my raging erection inside her before pulling out again, letting her get used to it. Then, without warning, I pushed all the way inside again, shocking her inner passage and forcing her walls to stretch out all over again to accommodate my eager cock.
I kept that pattern up for a while, listening to my mother’s cries of frustration, surprise and delight as it brought her closer and closer to orgasm. I thoroughly enjoyed the way I had full control of her pleasure as I fucked her.
I was getting pretty close to coming myself and eventually I forgot all about technique and just thrust as hard as I could, making her tits shake from the constant impacts.
“I’m going to come, Mom… Sh-should I pull out?” I panted. She held her legs more tightly around me to answer.
“Ah! Ah! No! J-just come inside darling. Hnnng! It’s safe,” she grunted between groans and convulsions of pleasure.
Her permission was all I needed. With a few more thrusts I came, emptying my seed inside my mother and painting her walls with my sperm. I kept up my thrusts as several more jets of cum followed, filling her with my fluids.
“Hnnngffuck!” I exclaimed, experiencing the sweet satisfaction of coming inside my mother.
Luckily, she was close to orgasm as well and when she saw and felt what I was doing to her Mom let out a cry of pleasure.
“God, yes! Fill me up, Son. Fill your mother up! Sh-Hnngf! Aaanngh!” she screamed as she came, convulsing and pushing her thighs hard against my sides. More of her own fluids joined my own in lubricating our sexes as she experienced a long, fierce orgasm.
All I could do was wait until she calmed down, relaxing her muscles and allowing me to fall down on top of her. I slid my cock out of her weary cunt with a wet “plop”.
“Mmm… Nick, that was lovely…” she whispered, panting.
“Yeah… it was…” I whispered back, laying on top of her warm, naked body.
I recouped a bit before I pushed up and put my lips on Mom’s. She let me kiss her happily, though she was still exhausted.
“Mmm… so eager,” she chuckled when I gave her time to speak.
“Of course. I need to make up for time now that I finally get to do these things with you, Mom,” I said, smiling.
“Speaking of which…” I said, looking down below her face. There was one thing left that I had been dying to try out.
I crawled back, positioning myself so that her beautiful tits were right in front of me. Mom purred with delight as she realized what I was doing. Without wasting any time I took one of her perfect pink nipples in my mouth, sucking and running my tongue over it. With the one hand that wasn’t supporting my weight I grabbed the breast, feeling its gentle resistance to my touch.
“Mmm… That’s such a naughty thing to do,” Mom teased me. “But then again, those tits were made for you to suck on…” she purred, running her hands through my hair.
I kept sucking and licking her mammies, wishing I could service both with my mouth at the same time, and listening to my mothers encouraging moans. Eventually I stopped, having fulfilled my fantasy. I left the nipples hard and drenched in my saliva as I lay down on the bed next to Mom. She followed, still having her legs around me, and snuggled up to my side with her face next to mine.
“You’re going to wear me out at this rate,” she whispered in my ear.
“I might,” I answered. “Would you mind?”
“Not at all,” she answered seductively. “Feel free to use me however you want. And if you ever want to suck on Mommy’s tits again, or anything else, just tell me.”
She paused to kiss me on the cheek.
“From now on, I am yours whenever you want.”
“In that case, would you mind sucking something of mine before we get started with the Christmas dinner?” I asked, grinning. “I am still under the effects of that cookie.”
“My pleasure,” Mom answered, giggling and giving me one last kiss on the cheek before she crawled down to take my still hard dick in her mouth.
I woke the next morning with the sober version of a hangover. My throat was dry and my muscles ached in odd places, including my jaw. Still, a smile spread on my lips as I remembered the events of yesterday. Mom had helped me through the effects of the laced cookie like she promised but we hadn’t stopped there, allowing me the opportunity to prove that I didn’t really need it. She had commented on my “youthful virility” more than once after.
She lay next to me, looking beautiful in the morning light. The bed was a mess, as were some other areas of the house. It had been a very eventful day.
I got up, drank some water and brushed my teeth. Mom woke up as I came back and sat down in the bed next to her.
“Mmm… Good morning,” she greeted drowsily.
“Good morning, Mom,” I answered. “Did you sleep well?”
“Oh yeah. I dreamed some wonderful dreams about you,” she snickered and pulled me in for a kiss. “Mmm…” she moaned into my mouth.
“So what did I do in your dreams?” I asked, feeling cheeky. I put my hand under the sheet and guided it down below her stomach. “Something like this?” I said and slid a digit inside her warm pussy.
“Mmmff!” she groaned. I moved my finger around in her hole, feeling the familiar and inviting warmth of it.
“Mmm… such a naughty boy,” she admonished.
“And you are a dirty woman,” I countered, grinning. “If you expect me to eat you out again I think we are going to have to clean this pussy of yours, Mom.”
“Oh dear,” she gasped dramatically. “Is that any way to talk to your mother?”
“I’m sorry, Mom. I promise I’ll make it up to you,” I said as I led her, naked and smiling, to the shower.
14.37 in the afternoon the doorbell rang. Mom released me from her embrace with a frustrated sigh and put on her bathrobe.
“I’ll answer it. Get some clothes on, just in case,” she told me.
I quickly snuck into my room and got dressed while Mom walked out into the hall and opened the door.
“You!” she practically screamed.
“Hey Victoria,” a disdainful voice greeted. “I was just stopping by to ask how your Christmas turned out. I hope it wasn’t too hard with only your son here?” she taunted.
I could imagine Mom’s rage at that comment. She was going to go into a frenzy any second now, which was probably just what Margret wanted. I quickly put on a t-shirt and left my room.
“Actually, it was a very pleasant Christmas,” Mom said in an even tone, stopping me in my tracks. I carefully snuck up to a side window and peeked out from behind the curtain.
“That so?” Margret asked doubtfully.
“Yes. I stopped my son from taking another bite of that disgusting little creation of yours. You put something in them, didn’t you?” Margret fidgeted nervously at the accusation.
“Of course not! I even ate one myself. How could you-”
“The results will be back soon enough, either way,” Mom interrupted her. “You remember my sister Jen, don’t you? She tests all kinds of drugs as part of her job. I expect the findings will be making their way to the police in just a few days.”
Margret looked visibly pale, realizing her fuck up.
“Y-you can’t… I don’t know w-what you’re-”
“How much do you want to bet that it’s going to test positive for one of your sickly husband’s prescription drugs? The police takes drugging someone very seriously you know.” Mom leaned forward with a wicked smile, towering over her nemesis.
“L-listen, it was just a joke. I-I’ll do anything y-”
“You’ll leave. One week and I want both you and your poor fool of a husband gone, or I press charges. I don’t care where you go. Sell the house after. Just get out of my sight,” she growled.
Margret seemed to shrink under my mother gaze, stammering an apology before slinking away with tears in her eyes. Mom turned on the spot and slammed the door shut behind her.
I stood by the window, dumbfounded at the spectacle and very impressed at my mother’s display. I met her as she was walking back from the hall.
“Holy shit, Mom,” I exclaimed. “What was that?”
Her anger seemed to melt away at the sight of me, giving way to a self-satisfied smile.
“What? I just put her in her place is all,” she said smugly.
“But how did you manage to come up with the part about aunt Jen instead of just beating her into a pulp?” I asked incredulously.
“Oh, I don’t know. I just thought of it,” she explained. “I do feel a lot more relaxed after last night, and this morning, and noon…” Her voice wandered off and she put an arm around me with a smile.
“Either way, that was awesome,” I praised her.
“You think so?” she said, smiling at me as we walked together toward the bedroom.
“Hell yes. In fact, I think you deserve a reward, if you can think of anything I can do for you?” I teased.
“Oh, I think I can come up with something,” Mom said with a chuckle.
I was once again driving home for Christmas. The weather was much better this year, but the ground was still covered in snow.
‘It’s The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year’ played on the radio as I turned into our street. I still whistled the song as I strode up to the door. I rang the doorbell, to no answer.
I did have a key but I tried the handle first, which turned out to be unlocked.
“Mom?” I called out. Perhaps she was outside.
When she didn’t answer I got out of my jacket and pulled my sports bag into the house. Everything looked the same. The house glittered in red, white and green colors. I put the bag in my room and pondered the coming Christmas.
Me and Mom would be alone this year as well. I don’t know what she’d told them exactly, but somehow she had gotten the rest of our relatives to agree to it. Which gave us a lot more time for ourselves, I thought with a grin.
We had continued our sexual relationship throughout the year. I came home as often as I could without feeling like I was damaging my normal college life, and sometimes she stayed over at my place. Mom insisted I shouldn’t let our activities stand in the way of me finding a girlfriend, but so far I was content with staying single. Sex with my mother was so much better than anything anyone else could offer anyway.
I left my room and walked out into the kitchen. From there I noticed something odd in the living room. A huge red present sat on the floor in front of the Christmas tree. As I got closer I could see that there was a note on the large, almost waist high, box. I bent down to read it.
“Merry Christmas, Nick. From Mom. P.S. Open now,” it read.
“Huh,” I said out loud.
It turned out that the top of the box was a lid, and by stretching my arms I managed to lift the whole thing off. I threw the piece of cardboard to the side as the walls of the box all fell to the sides, revealing what was inside.
Mom sat on her knees in the middle of the large present, wearing red lingerie and red, glittering reindeer antlers on her head. A piece of paper was taped to her breast, dangling from it. It read “Fuck Me!” in big letters.
“Merry Christmas, Son,” she greeted.
She smiled mischievously at my surprised reaction and held up a plate. She gazed at me, eyes filled with love and incestuous lust and asked, “Cookie?”