A mom-son Christmas - Sex Stories

A mom-son Christmas

... 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 ...