A mom-son Christmas - Sex Stories

A mom-son Christmas

... woman," I countered, grinning. "If you expect me to eat you out again I think we are going to have to clean this pussy of yours, Mom." "Oh dear," she gasped dramatically. "Is that any way to talk to your mother?" "I'm sorry, Mom. I promise I'll make it up to you," I said as I led her, naked and smiling, to the shower. ** 14.37 in the afternoon the doorbell rang. Mom released me from her embrace with a frustrated sigh and put on her bathrobe. "I'll answer it. Get some clothes on, just in case," she told me. I quickly snuck into my room and got dressed while Mom walked out into the hall and opened the door. "You!" she practically screamed. "Hey Victoria," a disdainful voice greeted. "I was just stopping by to ask how your Christmas turned out. I hope it wasn't too hard with only your son here?" she taunted. I could imagine Mom's rage at that comment. She was going to go into a frenzy any second now, which was probably just what Margret wanted. I quickly put on a t-shirt and left my room. "Actually, it was a very pleasant Christmas," Mom said in an even tone, stopping me in my tracks. I carefully snuck up to a side window and peeked out from behind the curtain. "That so?" Margret asked doubtfully. "Yes. I stopped my son from taking another bite of that disgusting little creation of yours. You put something in them, didn't you?" Margret fidgeted nervously at the accusation. "Of course not! I even ate one myself. How could you-" "The results will be back soon enough, either way," ...

... Mom interrupted her. "You remember my sister Jen, don't you? She tests all kinds of drugs as part of her job. I expect the findings will be making their way to the police in just a few days." Margret looked visibly pale, realizing her fuck up. "Y-you can't... I don't know w-what you're-" "How much do you want to bet that it's going to test positive for one of your sickly husband's prescription drugs? The police takes drugging someone very seriously you know." Mom leaned forward with a wicked smile, towering over her nemesis. "L-listen, it was just a joke. I-I'll do anything y-" "You'll leave. One week and I want both you and your poor fool of a husband gone, or I press charges. I don't care where you go. Sell the house after. Just get out of my sight," she growled. Margret seemed to shrink under my mother gaze, stammering an apology before slinking away with tears in her eyes. Mom turned on the spot and slammed the door shut behind her. I stood by the window, dumbfounded at the spectacle and very impressed at my mother's display. I met her as she was walking back from the hall. "Holy shit, Mom," I exclaimed. "What was that?" Her anger seemed to melt away at the sight of me, giving way to a self-satisfied smile. "What? I just put her in her place is all," she said smugly. "But how did you manage to come up with the part about aunt Jen instead of just beating her into a pulp?" I asked incredulously. "Oh, I don't know. I just thought of it," she explained. "I do feel a lot more ...