A mom-son Christmas - Sex Stories

A mom-son Christmas

... leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek. "I'm looking forward to it," she whispered, sending a jolt through my half-flaccid cock. Mom walked over to the kitchen and cleaned herself up. I pulled up my pants and for the first time in an hour or so, I felt like I could relax. I followed Mom after a moments thought. Just because my dick was satisfied didn't mean I was, or necessarily that she was. There were so many fantasies that I wanted to act out. "I think it might be time to eat soon," I commented innocently. "Oh, yeah," Mom answered. "I'd completely forgotten about the time. I'll just get the food out of the fridge and we'll-" "That's not what I meant," I interrupted, taking hold of her arms and pushing her back against the kitchen counter. Before she could object I got down on my knees and slid my hands in under her dress. Using the long slit in it I quickly pulled the dress up over her waist and folded the excess material in behind her, placing it between her and the counter. "Nick!" she exclaimed. "Wh- what are you doing?" "What? Didn't I tell you? I'm going to eat you out, Mom. You've raised me better than to accept a blow job without reciprocating," I stated, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She visibly quivered at my words. I smiled and took hold of her black lacy panties with my fingers, pulling them down. Mom didn't resist and stepped out of the flimsy piece of underwear with one foot as I brought it down to her feet, giving me unrestricted access ...

... to her well shaved pussy. She was already very wet, and looked very inviting. I kept myself from going straight for the prize though and started kissing her inner thighs. "Oh, god... oh, god..." she moaned. "We can't do this," she complained. "I'm your mother..." She didn't resist in the slightest though, and even put her hand on my head, carefully trying to guide it to the longing wet spot between her legs. That only made me more determined to tease her. I continued my kissing up above her crotch, traveling up to her belly button and down again only to go right back to her thighs. "Unngh," she groaned in frustration. "Please..." I gave in. I was aching to taste her myself. Now, I wasn't exactly a pussy-eating master, but I did know some techniques. In my fantasies I always used all I knew to satisfy my mother, impressing her with my prowess. But as I plunged into her moist and swollen sex, all such thoughts disappeared. I licked, sucked, and ground my mouth over her vagina without any semblance of thought behind it. Holding my hands around her waist and ass I simply pressed myself against her and lapped up her abundant juices. I was instantly hooked on her taste. "Aahnngg! Ah! Fuck!" she groaned, shivering and panting as she watched her only son ravish her cunt. I slowed down a bit, coming to my senses after the initial excitement of getting to eat out my mother. I licked the length of her slit one more time, sending another shiver through her, before I lowered my head to get ...