A mom-son Christmas - Sex Stories

A mom-son Christmas

... 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?" "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 ...