A mom-son Christmas – Chapter 4

A mom-son Christmas ( For Adults Only) – Chapter 4

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.

Okay…

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.
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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