Mom's Special Christmas Present - Sex Stories

Mom's Special Christmas Present

... groin. “OOOMMPHHH!” Like the other delinquent he’d kneed in the midsection, this guy went to his knees as well, his hands clutching his smashed nuts. His buddy grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him to his feet, both of them scrambling away into the darkness. Jake stood and breathed deeply, trying to slow his racing heart as his fists slowly unclenched. “Jake, are you alright?” his mother asked, rushing up to him and hugging him. “I’m fine,” Jake said. Even under the bizarre circumstances, he was still thrilled by the warm feeling of her huge breasts pressing against him. He took her shoulders in his hands and held her away from him, looking at her tear-streaked face intently. “What about you, Mom? Did that guy hurt you?” “No…no,” Tanya said, shaking her head vigorously. “You…you got here just in time.” They both looked over at Warren Nolan, still leaning against the wall of the building. “Dad, are you okay?” Jake asked. “Yes….yes,” Warren replied, stepping over next to them. “Thank you, son. I…I really mean that.” He looked embarrassed, knowing they’d heard what he’d said to the muggers. He held up the car keys to Jake, his hand shaking. “Uh, maybe you’d better drive.” It wasn’t until they got to the front of the building where the lighting was better that Jake and Tanya noticed that Warren has pissed himself, the front of his pants soaked through. With Jake at the wheel and Warren in the back seat, none of them spoke about it all the way home. Jake pulled the dining ...

... room chair out for his mother as she slid into it gracefully. With it being Christmas Eve, her office had closed early. Tanya had come home, only to have her teenage son shush her out of the kitchen, making her promise to stay out until he called her. She’d asked him to get her a glass of wine, and then she’d retired to her room. She’d changed into black yoga pants and, with it being Christmas time, she’d chosen a vivid red turtleneck sweater to go with it. The sweater hugged her generous bosom flatteringly, the vertical ribs of the fabric swelling in and out as they followed the curvy contours of her full breasts. Slipping on her yoga pants, she smiled to herself as she thought about how popular they had become. She had been wearing them for years, having taken up yoga at about age 30 in order to help keep her maturing form limber and toned. Once dressed in her casual attire, she’d picked up a novel she’d been meaning to get to, took a sip of her wine, and sat back in the lounging chair she had in her room, grateful that the holidays were finally here. Jake’s eyes raked over his mother’s lush form as she took her seat at the dining table, her yoga pants lusciously hugging that beautiful round ass of hers. And her red sweater….man, her tits looked fantastic, the tempting shadows cast by her 36Es causing his hands to itch. He’d been wearing ratty old jeans and a t-shirt while he’d been preparing dinner, but once everything was just about ready, he’d changed into a nice clean pair ...