A mom-son Christmas ( For Adults Only) – Chapter 6

A mom-son Christmas ( For Adults Only) – Chapter 6

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?”