A mom-son Christmas - Sex Stories

A mom-son Christmas

... went back to normal, and we spent another hour or two just hanging out, letting me forget the awkwardness. Eventually, we decided it was time to turn in for the night. I left to brush my teeth and returned just as Mom turned off the TV. "This was fun," Mom said, smiling at me. "Yeah," I agreed. "We should drink together more often." "Oh, I wouldn't want to corrupt you," Mom said. "I don't know, I might like it," I joked. She just looked at me, without answering, biting her lip. "Well, good night, Mom," I said, and turned toward my room. "And where are you going?" Mom asked. "I was going to go to bed," I answered, confused. "Did you forget I made the bed for you in my room?" she asked. "I mean, you could still sleep in yours if you'd like but I would have to get some new sheets out of the closet first..." "Oh, right. No, it's fine. I'll just sleep with you." "Good. I think it'll be fun," she said with a smirk. I felt conflicted as I undressed in my mothers bedroom. On one hand the situation was exciting, especially the possibility of catching a glimpse of her naked body. On the other hand I really didn't want to take advantage of her trust, especially while she was drunk. I lay on my side of the bed wearing only my boxer shorts. The bed was made to fit two people, but only barely. She returned from the bathroom and smiled at the sight of me. "I'm going to undress now," she warned and began pulling her clothes off. No "Turn around" or "Don't look". Just stating that she was ...

... going to undress, like I could decide for myself whether to watch or not. No, I shouldn't think like that, I told myself. I regretfully looked away while she undressed and got beneath the sheets. Mom turned off the light by her bed, leaving only the soft gleam from the hallway to illuminate us. "This is nice. It's been forever since you came to sleep with me," she said, turning to me. I could only just make out her expression in the soft light. "It probably wouldn't be appropriate for you to snuggle up to me like you used to do though," she added, smiling. "Um, Mom?" "Yes, darling?" "Are you naked right now?" I asked, wanting to confirm my suspicions. "Ah, yes," she answered. "Does that bother you?" "No, that's fine. You might be right though. About the snuggling, I mean." I heard her giggle in the darkness. "Goodnight, Son," Mom said softly. "Night, Mom." ** Christmas morning. I woke up before Mom again. She looked absolutely stunning, laying next to me on her back. Even covered by the bed sheet the enticing form of her curves were evident. One leg lay uncovered and her breasts rose and fell with her breaths. The sheet only barely covered them though and each breath seemed to threaten to pull the white sheet away from her round mounds. Through gargantuan effort I managed to avoid looking beneath the sheet and instead got dressed and left quietly. The weather had cleared up but had left a thick layer of snow on the ground. I checked the forecast on my phone and they still ...