A mom-son Christmas - Sex Stories

A mom-son Christmas

... 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 ...