A mom-son Christmas – Chapter 3

A mom-son Christmas ( For Adults Only) – Chapter 3

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.

Um, Mom?

Yes, darling?

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.

Night, Mom.

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?
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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