A mom-son Christmas - Sex Stories

A mom-son Christmas

... coming up from behind me where I sat in the sofa. She handed me one of the glasses she held. She had just taken a shower, and was wearing tight jeans that showed off her perfect, toned ass and a brown sweater. I may have looked twice as she passed and sat down next to me on the couch. "Eggnog?" I asked. "Yes. I felt like we needed something to raise the mood in here. There's no reason we can't have fun on our own. I love spending time with you," she said affectionately. "I love spending time with you too," I assured her and took a sip of the eggnog. "Wow. Did you forget to put any eggs in, Mom?" I joked. "Too strong for you, huh?" she teased, smiling wickedly. "I'm in college, Mom. I think I can handle more than you." I returned her smile. "Hah, we'll see about that," she said, as if challenging me. The mood certainly got better. Mom got us another round of drinks as soon as we finished the first ones. It didn't take long before I was feeling a comfortable buzz. We stayed on the couch well into the evening, drinking, eating junk food and watching junk television. Mom was even more affectionate than usual. She snuggled up against me and teased me, pushing her breasts against me on purpose and giggling at my reactions. She also tried to wrestle me onto my back during the commercials. I did the same, much more successfully. After a while she ended up laying on her back across my lap, her tits rising and falling as she panted after our last wrestling match. Her breasts formed ...

... two considerable mounds under the brown sweater, and it had been pulled up so that a fair bit of her flat stomach was revealed. She was a very sexy sight to behold. It seemed she had noticed how I was looking at her, because she suddenly grinned and then grabbed my hand, guiding it to her naked stomach. "Do you think I'm hot?" she almost whispered. Yes. "Um," I hesitated, feeling my face heat up. "I guess so." "Guess so?" she pouted. "This guy seems to know so," she teased and rocked sideways, suddenly making me very aware of the erection that was poking her in the back. I hadn't even noticed getting hard. "Fu- uh, shit. I'm sorry..." I mumbled and tried moving away from her. She giggled at my reaction. Unfortunately getting out from under her involved either throwing her off or scooting left or right until I got away. She stopped me with her hands just as her head aligned with my lap, my hard cock still very visible along the leg. "It's fine sweetie," she assured, trying to sound serious. "I'm your mother after all. I am glad to see you've grown up nicely though," she added, her eyes level with my bulging erection. "Mom!" I called out in surprise. That sent her bursting into another fit of laughter. "I'm just teasing you," she said, sitting up with a smirk on her face. "I think we might both be a little drunk," Mom said, pulling me in for a hug. "Mmm... I love you, Son," she said, sighing into my ear. "I love you too, Mom," I replied, enjoying the warmth of her embrace. Things ...