A mom-son Christmas - Sex Stories

A mom-son Christmas

... relaxed after last night, and this morning, and noon..." Her voice wandered off and she put an arm around me with a smile. "Either way, that was awesome," I praised her. "You think so?" she said, smiling at me as we walked together toward the bedroom. "Hell yes. In fact, I think you deserve a reward, if you can think of anything I can do for you?" I teased. "Oh, I think I can come up with something," Mom said with a chuckle. ** I was once again driving home for Christmas. The weather was much better this year, but the ground was still covered in snow. 'It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year' played on the radio as I turned into our street. I still whistled the song as I strode up to the door. I rang the doorbell, to no answer. I did have a key but I tried the handle first, which turned out to be unlocked. "Mom?" I called out. Perhaps she was outside. When she didn't answer I got out of my jacket and pulled my sports bag into the house. Everything looked the same. The house glittered in red, white and green colors. I put the bag in my room and pondered the coming Christmas. Me and Mom would be alone this year as well. I don't know what she'd told them exactly, but somehow she had gotten the rest of our relatives to agree to it. Which gave us a lot more time for ourselves, I thought with a grin. We had continued our sexual relationship throughout ...

... the year. I came home as often as I could without feeling like I was damaging my normal college life, and sometimes she stayed over at my place. Mom insisted I shouldn't let our activities stand in the way of me finding a girlfriend, but so far I was content with staying single. Sex with my mother was so much better than anything anyone else could offer anyway. I left my room and walked out into the kitchen. From there I noticed something odd in the living room. A huge red present sat on the floor in front of the Christmas tree. As I got closer I could see that there was a note on the large, almost waist high, box. I bent down to read it. "Merry Christmas, Nick. From Mom. P.S. Open now," it read. "Huh," I said out loud. It turned out that the top of the box was a lid, and by stretching my arms I managed to lift the whole thing off. I threw the piece of cardboard to the side as the walls of the box all fell to the sides, revealing what was inside. Mom sat on her knees in the middle of the large present, wearing red lingerie and red, glittering reindeer antlers on her head. A piece of paper was taped to her breast, dangling from it. It read "Fuck Me!" in big letters. "Merry Christmas, Son," she greeted. She smiled mischievously at my surprised reaction and held up a plate. She gazed at me, eyes filled with love and incestuous lust and asked, "Cookie?"