A mom-son Christmas - Sex Stories

A mom-son Christmas

... food. "You've already done enough sweetie." She walked over and wrapped her arms around me, putting both her breasts and the rest of her body close up against me, in one of those barely appropriate hugs she was so fond of. Honestly, it was no wonder I'd developed an attraction to her. Mom breathed in deeply, making her tits push against me even harder and sending a twitch through my half hard cock. "Mmm... You've really been working hard, haven't you?" she asked in a deep, almost sultry, voice. Her hand was tracing my arm and stroking my defined, but not really that big, muscles through the fabric. I wondered if she even thought about how inappropriate some people would find her behavior, her being my mother and all. That was just how she was though, and I didn't complain. "Um, yeah." I lifted part of my sweater on the side she wasn't leaning her head on and breathed in through my nose. "I really do smell, don't I? I'll go take that shower." "Don't trouble yourself on my account. I think you smell wonderful like this," Mom said, breathing in my scent once again, while rubbing her leg along mine. "T-thanks," I stuttered, feeling a full on boner coming. Mom separated herself from me suddenly, and turned back to the food as if nothing had happened. I supposed that in her mind, nothing had happened, even though I would have figured any other woman that acted like that around me was looking to get laid. "Go shower off anyway, we have guests coming in tonight after all..." she ...

... said, still turned away from me, her voice sounding a bit odd. "Right." "Oh, and Nick?" she asked. "Yes?" "Well, we have a lot of guests coming in tonight. I was thinking about sleeping arrangements, and it might be better if Jen and her son get your room. If that's okay?" "Um, sure. But where am I sleeping?" "I was thinking I could bring a mattress into my room for you, but I don't think we have enough with all the people coming. My bed is big enough for two people, so..." She turned to look at me. "If you don't mind sleeping with your mother?" I tried hard to ignore the other possible interpretation of that question. "Sure, of course I don't mind," I said, careful not to give away my excitement. It was only sleeping after all, but I was pretty sure she usually slept naked. "Thanks, dear. I'll make the bed for us while you shower," she said, smiling softly. I forced a few perverted thoughts out of my head before I headed over to the bathroom, taking my time enjoying the warm water of the shower. It always felt good to shower off after some physical exercise. I wrapped myself in my towel, and after making sure I wouldn't drip too much I made my way back to my room. I was only covered by the towel around my waist and the bundle of clothes in my hands as I passed through the kitchen. Mom turned around at my approach, getting a good look at my naked torso. I smiled nervously at her and picked up my pace as I walked by, feeling her eyes on me the entire way. As soon as I closed my ...