A mom-son Christmas – Chapter 2

A mom-son Christmas ( For Adults Only) – Chapter 2

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.

Sure thing.

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.”

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.

Right.

Oh, and Nick? she asked.

Yes?

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.”

Oh…

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.

Merry Christmas, I responded and hung up. “Well, looks like we’re alone for 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.
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Parent Post: A mom-son Christmas

• A mom-son Christmas - Chapter 2
• A mom-son Christmas - Chapter 3
• A mom-son Christmas - Chapter 4
• A mom-son Christmas - Chapter 5
• A mom-son Christmas ( For Adults Only) - Chapter 6