MOM SLEEPS WITH SON ON CHRISTMAS

"Mom?" Charlie looked at his mother with concern. Lost in thought on Christmas Eve, seemingly she looked so sad when she should have been so happy. "What's wrong?"

Ready to repeat his question when she didn't answer him, he stared at her while wondering what the matter was.

"Wrong? There's nothing wrong," said Susan forcing her son a sad smile.

Looking so miserably, obviously, she was lying. Obviously, there was something wrong.

"Suddenly you look so sad," said Charlie.

In the glow of the fireplace and basking in the soft glistening of the Christmas tree, looking so much like an airbrushed model in the soft lighting of a Hollywood studio, she was so beautiful. She was so sexy. She was so shapely. He wished she wasn't his mother but his lover.

Reminding him of Gillian Darmody played by Gretchen Mol in Boardwalk Empire, he didn't understand why someone who looked like her was alone. He didn't understand why someone who looked like her didn't have a steady boyfriend. If she wasn't his mother, he'd date her. For sure, if she wasn't his mother, he'd do her. Too bad that she was his mother, he could only imagine what it would be like to have sex with someone who looked like her.

"I do?" She sighed before giving him another sad smile. "Sorry, I was just thinking about past Christmases."

Now knowing what she was thinking about, he needed to acknowledge the elephant in the room to eradicate it.

"You were thinking about Dad again, weren't you?"

He wished she'd think of him in the way that she always thinks of his father.

"Yes," she said obviously trying to look happy instead of sad by giving him a little smile.

Her little smile wasn't fooling him one bit. He could see that she was hurting. At a time when she was the most vulnerable, he hoped that she'd consume enough wine for him to take sexual advantage of her, if only an inadvertent up skirt of her panties or a down blouse of her bra, he needed something to masturbate over later.

"C'mon, it's Christmas Eve. Cheer up. You should be happy and not sad," he said. "I won't allow the memory of my father to spoil our fun and ruin another holiday."

With her wearing one of his favorite short skirts, caught by the chair as if the chair was complicit in her flashing him and with her skirt raised higher than the middle of her thigh when she was seated, she was showing him a lot of shapely leg. He loved his mother's legs. Moreover, she wasn't wearing pantyhose, just panties. He could only imagine what it would feel like to run his hands up her short skirt while feeling her lovely legs. He wondered, if they were both drunk enough, if his mother would allow him to feel her legs from her shapely ankles all the way up to her sexy hips.

In the way that she was so comfortable around him and with him always looking to see what he shouldn't see of her, fortunately for him, she routinely albeit inadvertently flashed him up skirts and down blouses. Not the kind of son who was interested in having incestuous sex with his mother, what inspired him to think inappropriate, sexual thoughts about his mother is when his father, a real pig, left her for good for a woman half her age. Leaving him alone with her, he now had more opportunities to ogle his mother in all manners of undress. Exasperating the problem was when his girlfriend broke up with him. Horny now, with no other woman in his life but his MILF of a mother, his sexual thoughts turned more to her, especially whenever he needed fodder for masturbation.

"Sorry, I guess I am a little sad," she admitted taking a breath while staring in the fire and before returning her focus to him. "Even long ago, before we were married, I used to celebrate Christmas Eve with your father. The time when we exchanged gifts, Christmas Eve was our special evening to ourselves before we celebrated Christmas with the rest of our families," she confided in him as if he was her priest or her psychiatrist instead of her son. "I miss him," she said looking up at her son with sad eyes. She wrapped her hands around her wine glass as if it was a warm coffee mug and she was cold. "Don't you miss your father Charlie?"

If this woman was any woman other than his mother, making his move, this was the time that he'd take her in his arms to hold her, hug her, and comfort her before kissing her.

"Miss him? No, I don't miss my father," said Charlie looking down at the carpet while shaking his head. "I'm glad he's gone."

No doubt happy to have his mother all to himself, he was glad that the big rooster was evicted from the henhouse and the proud peacock was still here with her.

"You didn't know him in the way that I did Charlie. To you, he was just your father. To me, he was my friend, my lover, my husband, my companion, and my life," she said looking as if she was about to cry. "He was a wonderful man back then when I first met him, before he started drinking and cheating on me," she said. "Sometimes I wonder if it was all my fault."

"I don't know how you can blame yourself for Dad's drinking and infidelity being that he was an adult and the one in control of his own life," said Charlie acting like the adult by accepting his role as the head of the household.

"Actually it's comforting to hear you say that when my only sounding board left me for another woman," she said, "a younger woman at that. Not very good for my ego and self-confidence, there was no way that I could compete with a woman fifteen years my junior."

"Well I'm here for you now mother," said Charlie. "I'm not going anywhere, that is, unless there's a choir of Playboy Bunnies singing Christmas carols out our front door and asking me to join them," he said with a laugh.

"Yes you are here for me now and I wouldn't hold you back from joining the choir of Playboy Bunnies," she said beaming. "Alas, even though I still have you with me now," she reached out her hand to squeeze his knee, "I won't have you for long when some woman makes you her man," she said pausing before speaking again as if talking to herself. "Christmas isn't the same without your father in my life and without a man in my bed, but you're my man now," she said smiling widely.

He's her man now? He wondered what she meant by that remark. He couldn't help but imagine being in bed with his mother. He couldn't help but imagine himself being in bed naked with his mother. He couldn't help but imagine his mother naked and in bed with him. He couldn't help but imagine having sex with his mother. Not knowing what else to say to comfort her, unable to shake the incestuous feelings he had, if she was any other woman than his mother, wishing he could, he would have taken this as his cue to kiss her. Instead, he looked at his mother while sipping his wine before getting angry by what she said about missing his father.

He remembered all the fighting and the arguing. A continuation of the same argument every damn day, they argued in the morning before his father went to work and again that evening when he came home from work. Weekends were a blessing as his father was never around. Hunting, fishing, bowling, and golfing, so he said, with Charlie away at college, invitations to go places with his father were never extended. For sure, no doubt the reason why he takes her side, spending more alone time with her, he was much closer to his mother than he ever was with his father.

"Honestly mother, I don't know how you can miss the man. He was a bastard for taking up with that young whore from his office and leaving you for her," said Charlie. "He's nothing more than a pig for taking up with a woman nearly my age."

She looked at him acknowledging what he said about his father with some insight.

"I know and you're right. For him to treat me like that, after all these years, was wrong," she said with sadness.

He looked at her wondering why she was here with him instead of attending some Christmas party at a nightclub. Imagining dancing with her and having a good time, he was tempted to ask her out on a night on the town. Only until he found a good paying job, he didn't have any money to go anywhere and to do anything.

"You need to go out more Mother. You need to meet someone. You need to forget about him and move on with your life," he said pausing while looking to see what reaction his words had on her.

"I know you're right Charlie but sometimes, especially when I'm feeling sad and lonely, my head and my heart go in opposite directions. "Too preoccupied thinking about him, where he is and what he's doing, I'm not ready to have a relationship with another man, not just yet," she said slowly shaking her head while looking out the window to watch the snow silently fall. "At least we're going to have a white Christmas," she said changing the subject with a smile.

As if seeing her for the first time and in a new light of sadness and vulnerability, he looked at her as if seeing her more as a potential love match for some man instead of looking at her as his mother. Suddenly feeling jealous, he didn't want another man kissing and pawing his mother.

"Maybe you should try online dating," he said. "I can help you make your profile. I'll even take some sexy pictures of you to post."

As soon as he offered to take some sexy photos of his mother for her online dating profile, dizzy with incestuous desire for his mother, he couldn't help but think of her wearing one of her short, low cut, sexy nightgowns with nothing else underneath. Lighting up her nearly transparent nightgown with his camera flash to make it virtually see-through, he'd love to have a photograph of his nearly naked mother for fodder when he masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with her. Continuing his sexual fantasy, he imagined her standing before his camera wearing only her panty and bra. Wow! How hot would that be to photograph her in her underwear?

As if she was a Playboy model, he imagined her removing her bra to cup her breasts with her hands while he took dozens of photos of her nearly topless body. He wondered if she'd allow him to photograph her in the nude, face down on the couch or the rug, strictly for artistic purposes, of course. Falling for that line, he imagined her posting naked. Who's he kidding? He'd love to see his mother naked. If he saw his mother naked, he didn't know if he could control himself from touching her and feeling her where no son should ever touch and feel his mother.

"Online dating?" She looked at him as if he was nuts, drunk, or both. "I'd never post my profile online and with all creepy and pervy men out there who'd contact me for sex. Then, with all the invasive practices our government does with reading people's private e-mails, I'd never post my photos online either."

He imagined e-mailing his mother as if he was a man interested in dating her. He imagined his mother falling in love with his anonymous self. Writing erotic correspondence back and forth, he wondered if he could persuade her to send him topless and/or naked photos of herself.

"Not every man out there is creepy and/or pervy," he said with a laugh while knowing that he was creepy and pervy when it came to wanting to see his mother naked, especially when it came to wanting to see his mother naked.

"What about you?"

"What about me what?"

"Why don't you post an online profile looking to date someone? You write the profile and I'll take some sexy, beefcake photos of you in your underwear," she said with a sexy look and a sexy laugh.

"Mom? Eww! Gross, that's so gross," he said feigning his disgust.

He'd love to pose for his mother in his underwear. No doubt, as soon as he removed his pants, he'd have an erection. Wondering if she'd ask him to pose naked, tit for cock, he'd pose naked for her if she'd pose naked for him too.

"Oh, don't be so modest. You don't have anything that I haven't seen before," she said.

Not believing that their dialogue was going anywhere but to sexually frustrate him, he changed the subject.

"After I'm gone to live with or marry a woman, you can't stay here alone and wither away Mom. Everyone needs someone in their life. You're still young. You still have lots of life to live," he said. "You need to live your life Mom."

As crazy as the thought was, he wished he could live with his mother forever as man and woman instead of as mother and son. Not ever needing another woman to sexually satisfy him, how hot would that be to have his mother sexually in his life?

"Your father leaving me and rejecting me for someone younger has opened my eyes. Never taking the time to consider my feelings, my life was always about him and if all men are like him in that regard, then I'm not eager to live my life with another man. I'd rather be alone," she said. "It's not so bad. So long as I still have you in my life, I'm happy being alone and not having to cook, clean, and cater to a man's whims and needs."

Damn, playing right into his thoughts, he wondered if she'd live forever with him in the way that he wished he could live forever with her.

"He's gone now Mom. He's not returning. He's never coming back," said Charlie obviously happy by that thought. "Not all men are insensitive and selfish pigs. There are a lot of good men out there who aren't married, lying, cheating bastards," he said.

Only, in the way that he was sexually thinking about his mother, he was as much of a pig as was his father.

"I know," she said with sadness while staring in her wine glass as if reading her fortune in a cup of tea. "Yet, now that I'm older, I'm grateful for the small things in my life. I don't need a man to make me happy, really I don't. Been there and done that, so long as I still have you in my life, even for just short visits, I'm happy alone."

Such a waste of a good woman, he couldn't imagine his mother without a man in her life. Only, if she found someone else, no doubt always wishing it was him intimately with her, he'd be jealous of her lover.

"Everyone should have someone in their life, Mom."

It pained him to imagine his mother kissing, masturbating, sucking, and fucking another man.

"I'm grateful for the fire," she said looking at the fireplace. "I'm grateful for this house," she said looking around the living room. "I'm grateful for you returning home after graduating college to live with me albeit temporarily until you find your own place," she said giving him a warm smile. "I got everything and he got nothing but his freedom and yet, admittedly, now that you mention it, I'm still sad and I don't know why, other than I'm lonely."

Hoping that it was confused in the translation, perhaps her definition of lonely was horny. He wondered if his mother was horny in the way that he was always horny. He wondered if she sexually fantasized about having sex with him in the way that he always fantasied having sex with her. He wondered if his mother masturbated. He wondered if his mother masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with her son in the way that he masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with his mother.

* * * * *

Charlie was forever horny, especially when alone with his mother in the way that he was now. As if she was a celebrity on stage, he watched her slowly cross her legs and, in the way that Sharon Stone did when flashing the police detectives interrogating her in Basic Instinct. Giving her legs his full attention, when she crossed her legs like that she flashed him a patch of her white panty. When she crossed her legs ever so slowly, he wondered if she knew she had flashed him. Wishing she did, a game of exhibitionism and voyeurism that he'd love to play with his mother, he wondered if she flashed him deliberately.

Nah, she's his mother, she'd never flash him her panties on purpose. Yet, wishing his mother would deliberately flash him, how hot would that be for her to play a game of exhibitionism and voyeurism with his MILF of a mother? Nonetheless, coming to his senses while hoping that the wine worked its magic on his mother to lull her lack of awareness that she was flashing him, he felt like such a pervert lusting over his mother.

Nothing new, he's lusted over her for so long that he couldn't remember when he didn't lust over her. She's always been a MILF and when his father decided to leave, good riddance, is when he decided to return home. Now hoping to see more of her than he's ever seen of her before, he no longer had his father in the way to ruin his sexy fun and to discourage or impede how his mother dresses in front of him.

"What can I do to cheer you up, Mom? Just tell me, you name it, and I'll do whatever you ask. This is your special day. You're the one who always so loved Christmas," he said. "My Christmas gift to you is to give you anything that I can to make you happy. I know. What if I drew you a bath and gave you a massage after your bath. Surely, that would help you to sleep."

He imagined her agreeing to have him run her a bubble bath. He imagined pulling up a stool to keep her company while she bathed. He imagined washing her back while watching all of those big bubbles popping and bursting to show him more and more of her big tits. Then, after her bath, he imagined her agreeing to have him give her a full body massage in the way that Mimi Rogers received a full body massage from Bryan Brown in the aptly named movie, Full Body Massage.

With his mother lying face down on her stomach naked, he imagined covering her ass with a small facecloth. Then turning to lay on her back, he imagined covering his mother's breast and pussy with two small towels that were barely large enough to cover anything. Giving his mother a full body massage while touching and feeling her naked body where no son should ever see, touch, and feel his naked mother, that Christmas gift would be more his Christmas gift than her Christmas gift.

She looked at him and smiled while leaning forward in her chair as if it was her turn to make a word when playing Scrabble. A daily event since he moved home, as if they were a retired couple, when they weren't watching movies together, they played Scrabble every day. Taking turns who'd win depending who got the better letters, the J, K, Q, X, Z, S's and blanks, every time she leaned forward to make her words, she'd inadvertently flash him her bra and her cleavage down her low cut blouse.

Having masturbated daily while recalling her flashes, he wondered if she knew she was flashing him. He wondered if she knew he was looking down her low cut top while enjoying the view. He wondered if he more enjoyed playing Scrabble with his mother or if he more enjoyed the down blouse view of her big breasts. With both equally as sexually enticing, he wondered if he more enjoyed seeing her panties in up skirts or her bra and cleavage in down blouses.

"There's nothing you can do for me that you haven't done already Charlie. You're a good son. Thanks for asking," she said not even trying to hide her sadness. "It's just another Christmas to me now. I'll feel better in the morning," she said with a shrug and a look of dejection. "It's just that—" leaning back in her chair, she paused while staring at her glass of wine as if she could see her beloved ex-husband in the reflection of the glass.

A good son? If only she knew the sexual thoughts he's always had of her naked while sucking and fucking him. What kind of son would she call him then if she knew that he wanted to have sex with her? If only she knew how he's lusted over her and masturbated over her while fantasizing having sex with her, he wondered what she'd think and what she'd say about him then. In the way she was so focused on her wine glass instead of on him, while he undressed her with his eyes to imagine her naked, he wondered if she was thinking about her ex-husband instead of thinking about him in the way that he was thinking about her.Rather than thinking about him, her son, who was there with her now, instead of looking over at him, she stared at his reflection in the Christmas ornaments that hung from the Christmas tree in front of them. He wished she was thinking about him in the way that she was always preoccupied with his father. Gone, gone, gone, his father is gone now and never coming back. If his father didn't think of her and care how she felt with him leaving her, why is she wasting her time thinking of him?

"What mother? What were you going to say? You started to say something. It's just that...what mother? You didn't finish your thought. Tell me."

Charlie looked at his mother as if she was the only woman in the world and in the way that he was so focused on her with his stare and with his thoughts, at that point in time, she was.

"I know it sounds silly and I can't believe I'm telling you this but, old enough to know such things, what I miss the most about your father is sleeping with him," she said biting her lip while looking at her son. "Even though he cheated on me, lied to me, deceived me, and drank to an excess, he made me feel safely comforted when sleeping with me and when spooning me," she said still staring at her glass of wine while remaining silent for a long minute. "More than that he was a good and generous lover," she said biting her lip as if embarrassed discussing sex with her son.

"I can understand that," said Charlie while imagining sleeping with his mother.

With someone who looks like her in his bed, he'd be a good and generous lover too. Imagining spooning her while reaching over her to feel her big tits, his father was a fool to let her go for some young, bimbo. Now that she was confessing what she did with her husband, he couldn't help but imagine his parents having sex.

"Feeling his hand on me, holding me, touching me, and feeling me was comforting. Tossing and turning, sadly, I haven't had a good night's sleep since he left," she said not looking at her son. "I'm so lonely Charlie," she said finally making eye contact with him.

He wondered why she was looking at him in a way that she never looked at him before. Did she want him to replace his father in the sexual way that he wanted to replace his father? Was her look an invitation or just a look?

I'm so horny he wanted to say but, not wanting to ruin their moment of honest and open dialogue, he didn't dare say what he was thinking and feeling. With their age as much of a distance to as their mother and son relationship, there was an uncomfortable silence between a forty-two-year-old mother and her twenty-two-year-old son. If their ages weren't a gap too wide to bridge, the fact that they were mother and son lusting over one another was the road to ruination.

Maybe just wishful thinking and/or a figment of his overactive, incestuous imagination but, because of all the up skirt and down blouse flashes, Charlie couldn't help but to suspect that his mother was sometimes, deliberately flashing him. In the way that he always did when imagining flashing her and when she flashed him, he suspected that she received some titillating fun sexually teasing him. Sexual, sexy, seductive, flirtatious, and teasing, he knew that she sometimes played him in the way that she always played his father to get whatever she wanted from him. Only, he didn't care that she used him, so long as he got what he wanted too, enough up skirts and down blouses for him to masturbate over later while imagining himself having sex with her.

Charlie watched his mother fidget with her wine glass as if she was rubbing off a water spot with her thumb. In the way that she was so focused on rubbing the glass, he couldn't help but imagine her running her finger over the head of his cock while rubbing him to an erection. Killing two birds with one stone, her loneliness and his horniness, he wondered how she'd take what he was about to say next. Only, how could he solicit his mother? What kind of son would proposition his own mother?

Taking another sip of his wine, the two glasses of wine that he just had gave him the courage that he needed to blurt out his true feelings for her. She put her wine glass down to play with the hem of her skirt as if there was an imaginary spot there too. With her feet on the floor and her knees close together as if cemented in place, when she lifted her skirt hem even just a little to nervously fidget with it, she rewarded him with a continual flash of her white panties. Did she know she was flashing him her panties? Was she aware that he could see a triangular patch of her panties over her shapely thighs? Then, catching him looking albeit with him unembarrassed that she caught him staring, she fluffed down her skirt and crossed her legs again.

He couldn't shake the image of him sleeping with his mother. He couldn't stop thinking about lying beside her while holding her, cuddling her, and spooning her. In the way that he was thinking about her, he wondered if she was thinking about him.

"I can sleep with you Mom," he said blurting it out while looking at her to watch her reaction to what he said.

Leaving his statement out there for her interpretation and comment, he wondered how she'd receive what he had just said. He wondered what she'd say in return to his bold statement. As if she wasn't even in the room with him, there was no reaction just silence, that is, until his words finally penetrated her alcohol and preoccupied brain. She looked at him as if she had just heard him. Moreover, she looked at him as if she was considering his offer to sleep with her.

As if on cue, she uncrossed her shapely legs and when she did, she turned more towards him and flashed him her panties again. Maybe it was the wine but never has she flashed him her panties as much as she was flashing him her panties tonight. Now with her knees parted just enough, she gave him a continual view between her legs. For sure, while imagining having sex with her, he'd be masturbating tonight over his mother flashing him her panties.

"Sleep with me? You'd sleep with me?" She looked at him as if she didn't know his meaning. "Now why would you want to sleep with your old mother?"

She looked at him with shock. Unable to conceal what she was thinking behind her sexy, naughty look, perhaps because of her wine consumption, she looked at him with sexual excitement. She looked at him in a way that he's never seen his mother look at him before. She looked at him in the way that he's always looked at her and was looking at her now.

"I don't mean having sex with you, Mom. I mean just lying beside you as if we were resting instead of sleeping," he waited for her reaction before speaking again.

"I know what you meant," she said looking as if she was disappointed that he wasn't propositioning her for sex.

Now he wondered if he did proposition his mother to have sex with him, if she was lonely and horny enough to have sex with him. Why not? Even though they were mother and son, they were both human with wants, desires, and needs. Consenting adults, no one would know what went on behind her closed, bedroom door.

Definitely, he'd do her, if she asked him. Looking at him as if she was some woman he had just asked to go home with him, hopefully, he wondered if she was considering what he had just asked her. Not waiting for her to answer his question, he asked it again.

"Seriously, Mom, what if I slept with you?" As if he was speaking to his mother in his sexual fantasy and as if he was saying what he'd masturbate over later while imagining himself sleeping with her, he persevered. "What if I cuddled you and spooned you in the way that Dad used to do, would that help you to get a good night's sleep?"

He imagined himself in bed with his mother. With his arm wrapped around her and his horny hand in contact with her abundant breasts, he imagined his cock pressed tightly against his mother's ass. Taking advantage of her by having his wicked, sexual way with her, he imagined touching her and feeling her shapely body through her thin, satin nightgown as soon as she fell asleep.

"Oh, Charlie, you're such a good son. Too good to be true, I wish it was that simple but," as if changing her mind in midsentence, she paused. "Actually, yes, now that I think about it, that probably would help me to sleep better. In the way that I used to comfort you when you wanted to sleep in Mommy's bed, now you can comfort me by sleeping with me just until I fell asleep," she said unashamed.

With him sleeping with his mother, even for only an hour was his foot in the door. He could only imagine holding her, spooning her, touching her, and feeling her.

"Wonderful," he said excited by the thought of sleeping with his mother.

"I'd like that very much," she said nodding her head as if she needed that extra bit of head movement to convince herself that it was okay to sleep in the same bed with her adult son. "You holding me and spooning me in the way that your father used to do would be just what I need to get a good night's sleep. It would help me to pretend that you were him," she said immodestly and immorally.

It would help me to pretend that you were him? Is that what she just said? What did she mean by that? Did she mean sex? He wondered if his mother was thinking about having sex with him in the way that he was thinking about having sex with her. He wondered if his mother was just as horny for him as he was horny for her. Just the thought of him being in bed with his mother already gave his cock a hardening twitch.

"Let me know when you're ready for bed and we'll go up together," he said.

He thought to himself, definitely, with his erection already making a proud appearance, he'll remove his underwear and just wear his thin pajama bottoms and a tee shirt to bed. The rogue elephant in the room and in the bed, he wondered if his mother would notice and/or would comment on his erection. Even more important than what he was wearing or not wearing, he wondered what his mother would wear to bed. He hoped she wouldn't wear a flannel nightgown. He hoped she'd wear her short, low cut, black, sexy, slinky nightgown, the one she always packed when going away with his father.

"Actually, I'm ready for bed now," she said standing, yawning, and stretching. From his chair, he watched her blouse rise up to expose her flat stomach before rising higher to expose the bottom of her bra and the underside of her bra cups. "This wine is making me sleepy," she said pulling down her blouse before letting out another yawn and before carrying the wine glass out to the kitchen to dump the rest of the wine in the sink and to rinse the glass.

* * * * *

Susan got ready for bed while her son used the guest bathroom. Obviously feeling sexy or horny, as the case may be, perhaps from the wine consumption or perhaps because her son volunteered to sleep with her, she put on her sheerest, shortest nightgown. A nightgown that she never got to wear for her husband, she chose the nightgown that parted in front as if it was a sarong or a full body kilt without the big pin keeping it closed. With only one button at the neck holding it closed, it looked like an oversized, wrap around cape with two big holes for her arms. Having only worn it once to bed and by choosing it to wear now, obviously because of how sexy she looked wearing it, no doubt eager to wear it again, perhaps it had been a long time since she felt sexy enough to wear it.

Charlie knocked on her bedroom door.

"Mom? Are you decent?"

With his mind reeling with sexual excitement of sleeping in the same bed with his mother, he hoped she wasn't decent. He hoped she slept in the nude. He hoped that she'd open her bedroom door naked and insist that he'd be naked too.

"Come in Charlie," she said.

She got up from the dressing table and when she stood her nightgown caught itself on the dressing table drawer. Flashing her son her naked body, her nightgown was wide open for an instant before she quickly closed it. Yet, with her sudden flash happening so fast, too fast, he didn't have time to react in his stare to see anything other than knowing that she's naked beneath her nightgown. She walked over to her son to wrap her arms around his neck and to give him a kiss on the lips.

"What's that for?"

Surprised that his mother kissed him on his lips, he looked at her looking at him. He so wanted to give his mother some tongue but he didn't dare. This was his mother after all and not some barroom slut who brought him back to her apartment. Besides he didn't want to ruin things by rushing things. Rather taking it slow, whatever happens will happen once he's in bed with her.

Her nightgown was so beautiful and she looked so sexy wearing it. So sheer, now that she was standing next to him in the bright light of her bedroom, he could see that she was naked beneath the practically see-through material. As if he was a spy noticing every detail of her shapely naked body, giving him a peek-a-boo shot of what lay beneath that flimsy material, he couldn't help but notice that her nightgown opened in the front whenever she moved.

Bursting his eyeballs out of his head, briefly, she briefly flashed him enough of her blonde pussy for him to know that she's not wearing panties, that she's trimmed, and that she's a natural blonde. Only having seen her pussy in darkened, in between her legs, up nightgowns before, never has he seen her pussy head on when she was standing immodestly tall until now. Excitingly shocking, he couldn't believe he just saw his mom's pussy. Moreover, as if she was his Christmas gift and she was wrapped in pale, blue chiffon, tissue paper, he couldn't believe she was wearing that to bed with him lying beside her.

"It's Christmas silly and you're standing beneath the mistletoe," she said laughing while removing her arms from around his neck to readjust and close her nightgown that had fallen open again. "Merry Christmas Charlie," she said kissing him on the lips again.

If only to sacrifice her comfort for her modesty, she kept her hand in front of her as if she was wearing a hospital gown backwards. With him wanting to see more quick peeks and furtive glances of her naked body, he wished it was suddenly windy in her bedroom. As if she was suddenly transported in time and was Sally Fields as the Flying Nun, he's love to see her wearing that nightgown while standing on a hilltop overlooking the ocean. As if she was an angel, his angel to ogle, he'd loved to see her nightgown billowing open in the wind around her naked body. He so wanted to put on the overhead fan but it was a little cold in her bedroom already. He couldn't wait to get her beneath the covers and warm himself by cuddling with his mother.

"Oh," he said looking up over his head and pulling her to him by her arm to return her kiss with his. No doubt, her excuse to kiss him and now his excuse to kiss her, he wondered why his mother put mistletoe over her bedroom door when they were the only ones in the house.

When he surprised her by pulling her to him in that way, hoping for a view of her tits, the front of her nightgown opened again and he was rewarded with another quick view of her pussy before she put a hand there to close it again. After he kissed her, not wasting time with conversation in the way that he imagined she would, she climbed in bed, the side by the wall, and he got in on the other side. Quickly moving beneath the covers, they lay there like that in silence without talking. Always having wondered what it would be like to sleep with his mother, he wondered what she was thinking. He wondered if she was thinking about him in the lustful, sexy, incestuous way that he was thinking about her. He wondered if she was just as sexually excited as he was.

"I'm tired," she said yawning again and turning to him to give him a goodnight kiss as if he was her husband of twenty-five years instead of her twenty-two-year-old son before turning off her bedside light.

"Me too," he said returning her kiss with his without touching her. "I can't wait to for you to see what I bought you for Christmas."

"I'll find out soon enough," she said. "Good night Charlie."

"Good night mom."

* * * * *

When she rolled on her side, his cue to cuddle her and spoon her, he scooted over to her. With her nightgown having so much material, his body was on her nightgown and when she rolled on her side, her nightgown remained beneath him. Peaking beneath the covers to see what he could see of her, the entire left side of his mother's body was exposed to his horny eyes. Her tit, her ass, and her pussy was there for him to ogle.

With the vision of his naked mother burnt in his head, he felt his cock growing stiffer. Not wanting to impale his mother's ass with his cock, barely touching her, he didn't know what to do with his arm and his hand. As if afraid to touch his nearly naked mother, he kept his arm to himself while allowing it to rest on his leg. Besides, afraid to touch her naked skin, not wanting her to close her nightgown, he didn't want her to know that she was so exposed.

"Charlie," she said.

"Yes Mom," he said popping up his head to see if he could see any more of his mother's body but she was already hidden beneath the covers.

"I'm not contagious. Don't be afraid to touch me and to hold me. I don't bite," she said with a nervous laugh.

With her nightgown wide open, when he put his arm around her slim waist and pulled himself closer to her by holding onto her body, his hand was now inside of her nightgown. When he held her in that way, touching her bare skin, he was surprised to feel her naked, toned stomach. As excited feeling her naked stomach as he imagined he'd be feeling her breast, her ass, or her pussy, he couldn't believe he was touching and holding his mother in such a familiar way.

With her making no move to close her nightgown, even though she, obviously now knew by the feel of his hand on her skin that her nightgown was wide open, she surprised him with her immoral immodesty. Moreover, the fact that the bottom of her breasts were mere inches above his horny hand gradually hardened his cock to full erection. So tempted, he so wanted to reach his hand up to touch her breasts, to feel her tits, and to finger her nipples. Voluntarily, so as to not hump his mother's ass, not wanting him to know that he was sexually excited enough to have an erection, he backed away from her to allow only his thighs to come in contact with her and not his hips.

"You feel different than I thought you'd feel Mom," he said.

"I do? What do you mean? How do I feel?"

As if reaching for something beneath his car seat, he slowly ran his hand down along her stomach and stopped when his fingertips touched the top of her pubic hair. As if butting up against a barbed wire, electrified fence, he left his fingers there as if afraid to touch her pubic hair. He couldn't believe he was touching his Mom's pubic hair with the tips of his fingers. Waiting for her to swat his hand away and close her nightgown, he couldn't believe she allowed him to touch her in such a sexual way.

Subtly and ever so delicately, he played with the top of her pubic hair as if he was touching her eyebrows. He wondered how far down she'd allow him to move his hand before stopping him. With her pussy slit mere inches away from his long fingers, he so wanted to continue moving his hand down, all the way down, to cup his mother's pussy before splitting her slit and fingering her. He wondered if she was as wet for him as he was hard for her.

"You feel younger and firmer than I thought you'd feel," he said.

He wished he could feel more of her. He wished he could feel all of her.

"I exercise and I watch what I eat," she said with a laugh, "but thank you for the backhanded compliment."If only he could confess how he truly felt about his mother, showering her with inappropriate compliments, he wondered what she'd say. He wondered what she'd do.

"Sorry, I didn't mean that in the way that it sounded Mom."

"Being that we're in bed together and you're playing with my pubic hair," she said with a laugh, call me Susan instead of Mom. This is awkward enough for me to be in bed with my son without you calling me Mom," she said with a laugh. "I'd rather we pretend that we're just a man and woman, husband and wife even, instead of mother and son."

She shocked him when she acknowledge that he was playing with her pubic hair. She shocked him when she said let's pretend that we're man and women, husband and wife even, instead of mother and son. Was she giving him permission to have sex with her?

"Okay Susan," he said moving his fingers away from her pubic hair.

"You needn't move your fingers Charlie. That felt good what you were doing. Strangely familiar, you're father used to touch me in that relaxing way and do the same thing with his fingertips when we were in bed together," she said taking his hand and putting it where it was before, only a little lower.

"Okay," he said with his horny hand filled with his mother's blonde, trimmed, pubic hair.

"I'm cold," she said. "Move closer to me to keep me warm Charlie," she said pushing her buttocks against his already swollen cock.

When she moved like that and pressed herself against him like that, his fingers moved with her and instead of just feeling a whole handful of her pubic hair, with the palm of his hand resting on her pussy mound, his fingers were just above her pussy slit. When she moved like that, the bottom of her naked breasts rested on his forearm, his wrist, and the top of his hand while his cock hardened. He couldn't believe he was touching his mother's pussy. With his mother resting her big breasts on him, he couldn't believe he was touching her breasts, albeit with mostly his forearm instead of with his hand.

Without even touching and feeling her breasts with his upraised hand, he could feel the soft, firm, heaviness of her breasts on the back of his hand and arm. His Mom had big tits, at least a C cup maybe even a D cup. He couldn't believe he was aroused just by spooning his mother and just by supporting her breasts with his arm and hand. He didn't know if he could control himself from touching and feeling his mother where no son should ever touch and feel their mother.

"How's that?"

As if moving inside of her, he pushed himself closer to her and he felt his erection find a comfortable spot between her ass cheeks. He so wanted to remove his cock from his pajamas, lift up her nightgown, and slide his cock between her legs. Imagining fucking his mother doggie style, he wondered what it would feel like to be inside of her. He wondered what she'd do if he tried to have sex with her, to make love to her, and to fuck her. He wondered if she'd be submissive enough to allow him to have sex with her or if she'd be appalled enough to fight him while he aggressively and sexually took what he wanted and needed from her.

"That feels good," she said squirming her body more into him while seemingly taking his cock deeper in between her ass cheeks.

Sending him sexual signals, they still weren't clear enough for him to make a sexual move on his mother. Regretting what he did later, whether he made a sexual pass or didn't, exploring new sexual ground, he didn't know what to do. With his arm still wrapped around her slim waistline, his hand and fingers in contact with her pussy and her breasts resting on his arm and hand, he had the sensation of what it would feel like to fuck his mother up her ass. He wished he could fuck her. So wanting to touch her and so wanting to feel her breasts, as if she read his mind, she took his hand and moved it on her left breast.

"Mom," he said.

Forgetting to call her Susan, Mom was all that he said. He couldn't believe she put his hand on her tit. He couldn't believe he was cupping his mother's big boob in his hand.

"You act as if you've never felt a breast before Charlie?"

She surprised him with her immoral, immodesty by making the first incestuous move. Actually, she made the first sexual move when she agreed to have him sleep in the same bed with her. She made the second sexual move by wearing this sexy, wide open nightgown. She made the third sexual move when she kissed him on the pretense that he was standing beneath the mistletoe. She continued making sexual moves by allowing him to finger her pubic hair while resting her breasts on his arm and hand and while pushing her ass against his hardening cock on the pretense of him spooning her and cuddling her. Suspecting that his mother was more taking advantage than he was of her, he could only follow her lead.

"Yes, of course I have but not your breast Mom," he said.

In the way that his cock was growing while pressing against her ass, he could feel her nipple hardening against the palm of his hand. He's felt lots of breasts and fingered lots of nipples, but with this his mother's breast and nipple. Feeling her breast and nipple was so much more sexually exciting than feeling the breast and nipple of a stranger. So wanting to finger her nipples, he didn't dare move his hand for fear that she'd move his hand away from her tit. Holding his mother's breast in his hand was one thing but feeling her up as if he was a man a woman brought home from a bar for sex was something else. Nonetheless, now that he was holding one of her big boobs in his hand, he so wanted to feel his mother's tits while fingering her nipples.

"I don't mind you touching me, feeling me, fondling me, and caressing my breasts Charlie, just don't finger my nipples," she said turning her head on her pillow to look at him and as if daring him to touch her nipples. "Okay?"

As if she could read his mind, he couldn't believe she said what he was thinking again. He wondered if her nipples were the only parts of her that were off limits. Does that mean that he could feel and finger her pussy?

"I don't think I should be touching, feeling, fondling, and caressing your tit Mom," he said while moving his hand away from her breast in the way that he moved his hand away from her pubic hair.

Nonetheless his protest in touching, feeling, fondling, and caressing his mother's breast, as his cock grew firmer.

"What's the big deal? It's just a breast Charlie," she said reaching behind her to pull his arm forward and to put his hand back on her tit.

When she moved like that, just before moving his hand on her breast, his hand fell even lower. Now his fingertips were right on her pussy slit. Taking a chance to see what she'd say, he played with the tuft of pubic hair that covered her pussy slit. As if dipping his toe in the water, he so wanted to dip his finger in her pussy.

"Sorry Mom," he said no knowing what else to say.

If she wasn't his mother, he'd have a lot to say about feeling her big breast. It was one thing to cup his mother's breast in his hand and quite another thing to actually have her give him permission to touch, feel, fondle, and caress her breast.

"There's no reason to be sorry Charlie. This is how I used to sleep with your father. When he wasn't playing with my pubic hair, he was holding my breast in his hand while I slept. I loved feeling his hand on me," she said. "So long as you don't finger my nipple, I'd like for you to hold my breast," she said. "And so long as you don't finger my pussy, I don't mind you playing with my pubic hair.

"Okay," said Charlie feeling, fondling, and caressing his mother's breast while being careful not to touch her nipple with any part of his hand but his palm.

Abandoning one to feel the other, in between feeling her breast, he reached his hand down to feel her pubic hair. Inching his hand down further down, he so wanted to cup her pussy.

"You have a beautiful breast mom, so soft and yet so firm," he said. "And your pubic hair is so soft too."

"Thank you Charlie," she said.

As much as he loved playing with her pubic hair, he loved the sensation of his mother's breast in his hand. Inspiring him to get harder, just the feel of her big tit in his hand allowed him to maintain a constant erection. When he wasn't feeling her breast, he was playing with her pubic hair.

After a while, when she flipped her pillow to the cooler side, she turned to spoon him and he turned to face the other way with her. In the way that he did with her, she put her hand on his hard, flat stomach and pulled him to her. As if she was humping him in the way that he pulled her to him, it was as if she was his woman instead of his mother.

Cemented against one another, they stayed there like that for a few minutes before she lowered her hand, perhaps to a more comfortable position. Now with her fingertips touching the top of his pubic hair through his pajamas in the way that his fingertips touched her pubic hair inside of her nightgown, he wished she'd put her hand on his cock. As if begging her for attention, his cock throbbed and pulsated in anticipation of the touch of his mother's hand.

Definitely, she must have felt his erection against her ass? With his cock planted right up against her ass and throbbing in between her ass cheeks, as if he had a live snake in his pajama bottoms trying to escape, how could she not know he has an erection? He couldn't count the number of times he's had an erection while thinking of his mother naked or while thinking of having sex with his mother. He couldn't count the number of times he's masturbated while thinking of his mother touching him, feeling him, holding him, and stroking his cock. Now here she was with her fingertips just mere inches from touching his throbbing cock. In the way that she lovingly touched him whenever he was ill with a fever from the flu, his prick ached for his mother's hot hand to touch him now that he had a sexual fever.

Wondering how he could subtly move so that her hand would come in contact with his erection, he thought about moving a little higher up on the bed or raising his knees for him to move his cock higher and in reach of her hand. If he slowly slid himself higher up on his pillow while raising his knees, just a few inches higher, her hand would come in contact with his hardening penis. He wondered what she'd do if her fingers touched his cock. Would she leave her hand there or would she move her hand away? Only, just when he was about to reposition himself for his mother to inadvertently touch him, she shocked him by lowering her hand voluntarily and touching his pajama clad cock with her hand without any help from him.

He couldn't believe it when she placed her hand directly on his cock. Shocking him and sexually exciting him, his mother had her hand on his cock. He couldn't believe his mother's hand was in contact with his prick. Leaving her hand there without moving it, wishing she'd wrap her fingers around his stiff prick through his pajamas, she didn't move her fingers. Something he's only dreamt about when sleeping and sexually fantasized about when masturbating, he couldn't believe she was willingly and voluntarily touching his penis, albeit through his pajamas.

It took all the self-control he had not to reach down and close her hand around his penis. It took all the self-control he had to not pull out his cock and wrap her fingers around his swollen prick. It took all the self-control he had not to turn to her to kiss her, to touch her, and to feel her everywhere before forcing himself inside of her. In the way that he wondered if she was wet before, he wondered if she was wet now.

As if he was her man or her husband and she was his woman or wife, and she had deliberately moved her hand there, his mother left her hand on his cock. As she no doubt would move her hand away had she accidentally touched his prick if they weren't in bed together, not moving her hand away now, she left her hand there. Not daring to move for the fear of his mother removing her hand from his stiff prick, he stayed there like that while incestuous, sexual excitement overwhelmed him.

Never has he felt such sexual excitement with a woman feeling his erection through his clothes in the way that he was so sexually excited with his mother feeling him through the thin material of his pajama bottom now. He wondered if she was sleeping and had accidentally touched him in her sleep. He wondered if she was dreaming of having sex with him in the way that he's dreamt of having sex with her so many times.

Now that her hand was in contact with his cock, he wondered if she was sexually fantasizing about his erect prick in the way that he sexually fantasizes about her wet pussy. Not believing it for a minute, but wishing she had, he wondered if she deliberately moved her hand there. Just as he's been curious about the feel of bits and pieces of her naked body, he wondered if she was curious about the feel of bits and pieces of his naked body too. He hoped she'd finger his cock in her sleep.

In the way that his hand was on her naked breast before, his mother's hand was on his pajama clad cock now. Just a thin layer of cotton material prevented her hand from touching his naked prick. In the way he stuck his hand inside his mother's nightgown, he wished his mother would stick her hand inside of his pajama bottom. He wished his cock would make a surprise appearance and pop out of the pajama pee-hole. If it did, he wondered if she'd move her hand away if his cock was so exposed and her hand was in contact with his naked prick or would she leave her hand there to touch, hold, and fondle his big prick in the way that he touched, held, and fondled her big tit.

Maybe, if she was sleeping, instead of moving her hand away from his cock, she'd wrap her fingers around his big prick instead. An involuntary move, his cock throbbed and pulsated by the mere warmth and touch of her soft, motherly hand. Then, when she didn't move her hand away, wanting and needing more sexual stimulation, he voluntarily throbbed and pulsated his cock as if he was having sex with her hand.

"Mom," he said.

He didn't need to say anymore for her to know his meaning.

"Oh don't be such a prude Charlie. This is how I slept with your father. It isn't like I'm giving you a hand job," she said. "He always held my breast and played with my pubic hair when we faced one way and I held his cock when we faced the other way."

He wondered what else she'd say was okay to do because she did that with his father. Would it be okay for her to give him a hand job? Would it be okay for her to give him a blowjob? Would it be okay for her to make love to him before fucking him, really fucking him?

Now instead of just leaving her hand stationary on top of his prick, wrapping her fingers around him, she held his cock through his pajama bottoms as if she was holding the handle while riding a streetcar. Immediately his prick grew harder and it didn't take him very long to have a full erection. He couldn't stop his cock from throbbing and pulsating and every time it did, he grew harder. So wanting to slowly hump his mother's hand, first getting an erection over feeling his mother's breast and now with his mother holding his erection through his pajamas, he couldn't wait to masturbate. Then, it happened. As if his stiff prick had a mind of its own, his cock burst out of his pajama pee-hole.

* * * * *

"Maybe I should go to my room now Mom," he said knowing his big prick was already out of his pajamas.

Besides, he needed to masturbate himself. He needed to cum.

"Please don't go Charlie. Not yet," she said releasing her hold on his prick to grab a hold of his naked cock as soon as it made its appearance.

"Mom," he said again.

As if grabbing for a hammer, he couldn't believe his mother grabbed his naked cock.

"Did I do that?" She giggled a whisper in his ear. "Did I arouse you sexually by just putting my hand on your penis through your pajamas?" As if she was squeezing a full tube of toothpaste with the cap on, she held his erection tighter in her hand than she did before.

"Yes. Sorry Mom," he said. "I'm so embarrassed."

He so wanted to move his hips back and forth for her to give him a hand job.

"It's okay Charlie. You have nothing to be sorry about. Don't be embarrassed. Your cock isn't the first cock that I've held in my hand," she said. "I've been holding your father's prick in my hand and giving him regular hand jobs and blowjobs since my Prom," she said with another giggle.

Having never heard his mother talk in such a sexual way, it excited him when she said cock and prick. Following her lead, hoping she'd give him some, hot pillow talk about her sexual life, he pumped and pried her for information.

"I can't imagine you giving Dad a hand job and a blowjob," he said prodding her for more sexual information about her past while hoping that she'd give him hand job too. "Just wondering, did you just hold Dad's cock or did you fondle the head of his prick while moving your hand back and forth."

She looked at him and gave him a sexy smile.

"Is that what you'd like for me to do, to masturbate you?" She lifted her head off her pillow to look at him again but he didn't turn to look at her.

Feeling awkwardly embarrassed that he wanted his mother in an incestuously sexual way, nonetheless, wishing that she'd masturbate him, he felt so perverted.

"Yeah, actually I do want you to give me a hand job but I don't know if we should do that," he said already regretting saying that she shouldn't give him a hand job.

"I had a sexual life before you came along Charlie and after you were born," she said with a little laugh while slowly running her fingers over the head of his erection. "Are you okay with me holding you and touching you in this way?"

She fingered the head of his cock. Teasing him with her gentle, motherly touches, she excited him even more.

"Yes," he said in a sexually excited whisper.

Only, he wished instead of only holding him and fondling him that she'd stroke him. Horny before and with his mother making him even hornier now, he wish she'd give him a motherly hand job and/or a motherly blowjob in the way that she gave his father a wifely hand job and a wifely blowjob.

"I promise not to stroke you," she said pausing to look at him through the darkness of her bedroom, "that is, unless you ask me to do that. Okay?"

She said what he was thinking again as if picking up on his thoughts again. It's okay if you stroke me and give me a hand job, he thought and wanted to say. Perhaps wanting him to make the first move, he wondered if this was his cue to tell her that it was okay for her to stroke him and to suck him if she had a mind to do that.

"Okay," he said wishing he had the balls to ask her to stroke him fast enough and long enough to make him cum.

He'd love to cum for his mother. He'd love to see the look on her face when he ejaculated for her and because of her. Thinking about putting his hand on her hand to hump her hand, with the help of his mother and with the help of his mother's hand, he could give himself a reluctant hand job. Knowing full well what he was doing, he wondered if she'd leave her hand there while he was humping her hand. A sexual fantasy come true, he wondered if she'd allow him to cum all over her hand. The best Christmas gift he could ever want, he'd love to cum all over his mother's hand.

"You have a very big cock Charlie," she said in a whisper while squeezing it, "and very hard."

"I do?"

"Trust me. You do.

"Thank you, I think," he said with a laugh. "I'm a little embarrassed that you're holding my prick," he said.

She looked at him to give him a naughty smile.

"And you weren't embarrassed playing with my pubic hair while feeling and fondling my breast?"

"Yeah, that too. You are my mother after all," he said while wishing she wasn't.

If she wasn't his mother, he'd already be having sex with her.

"What if I weren't your mother, what would you do to me right now that we're in bed together?"

Again saying what he was thinking, with the both of them so very connected, it was as if she could read his mind.

"I'm embarrassed to say Mom," he said.

"Susan. Call me Susan," she said. "Tell me. I'd like to know, she said ever so slowly stroking his cock.

"I'd kiss you, really kiss you, French kiss you while touching you, feeling you, licking you, and sucking you everywhere before making love to you," he said getting aroused by all of the imagery of having sex with his mother.

As if they were both thinking about what he had just said, they remained quiet.

"Before your father, I've had a lot of cocks in my hand and your cock is the biggest and the hardest cock I've ever felt," she said whispering in his ear to confess her modest, sexual experience while ever so slowly stroking his big prick.

"You have?"

With his mother still holding his cock in her hand as if she was holding her dildo while pressing her big breasts against his back, they remained silent while Susan spooned her son. She stopped stroking and fondling him to ask him her question.

"May I see it?"

Wondering if he heard right and hoping he did, he couldn't believe what his mother just asked.

"Pardon? See what?"

Knowing what she said but needing the time to wrap his brain around showing his mother his stiff prick, he needed to ask her again what she said to make sure that he wasn't mistaken and heard her correctly.

"May I see your cock?" She laughed a nervous laugh. "I'd like to see my son's big prick."

Charlie couldn't believe his mother wanted to see his prick. A dream come true, he's always wanted to flash his mother his prick in the way that she always flashed him her panties and bra but, not wanting to offend her, he never had the nerve.

"Sure," he said. "Okay," he said turning on his back.

* * * * *

Not thinking that she'd turn on the light, as if giving him a medical exam, she turned on the bedside light and he squinted. Then, as if removing the wrapping from an expensive Christmas gift, she removed the blanket and sheet from his cock. Immediately his cock sprung to life as if it was on a spring that had been released with the removal of the bedding.

"Wow Charlie. You have a beautiful cock," she said staring at his penis in the way that he's always imagined his mother staring at his penis. She sat up in bed and leaned in closer to his engorged prick as if she was about to suck him. "It's so big. Your cock is so much bigger than your father's prick."

When she moved forward like that her breasts moved forward with her and her nightgown opened even more to expose the side of her right breast. With much of the material of her nightgown caught beneath her, her nightgown was as if she was wearing a cape that didn't' close all the way around her. She repositioned herself in bed for a better look at his cock and when she did her nipple, her areola, and her entire boob fell out of her nightgown and hung there in plain view before his horny eyes.

"Mom," he said looking from her naked breast to her face before staring at her exposed breasts.

She looked down at her breast before looking up at him with an excited smile. Obviously, she was flashing him. Obviously, she was teasing him.

"Oh, Charlie, it's only my tits. What's the big deal? You've sucked on these when you were a baby," she said lifting her breast in the palm of her hand as if offering her tit up to him. Then, ceremonially, she unbuttoned the top of her nightgown. "Being that you're showing me your cock, would you like to see my tits?" Before he could answer she withdrew her arms from her nightgown. "I'll show you my tits. Would you like that?"

"Yes," he said. Before he could even answer her, exposing both of her naked breasts to him, her nightgown was already down around her waist. With her face filled with incestuous, sexual excitement, she looked down at herself before looking up at him with pride and with sexual excitement. "So what do you think of your old mother's tits? Judging from your erection, I dare say that you liked what you felt and what you're seeing now," she said putting his hand on her breast again while wrapping the fingers of her other hand around his cock again. "Am I correct?"

"Yes," he said looking from her breasts to look at her before staring at her naked breasts again. "You have beautiful breasts mother."

"Susan, call me Susan. It's weird for you to call me mother when I'm topless and in bed with you with my hand around your erection," she said with a laugh.

"I love your big tits Susan," he said staring at her big tits.

"Go ahead. They won't bite. You can feel my breast, just not the nipples," she said.

"Why not the nipples?" He held her breast in the palm of his hand before running a slow palm across her nipple and before taking her nipple in between her fingers and pulling it forward to make it bigger.

She looked down to watch his fingers sexually excite her in a way that no son should ever sexually excite his mother.

"Oh, Charlie. Don't do that," she said feebly protesting him fingering her big nipples. "Don't you know anything about women?" She put her hand on his hand to temporarily prevent him from fingering her nipples but released his hand when he moved his hand to her other breast and other nipple.

"Why not?"

So wanting to kiss her, so wanting to stick his tongue down his mother's throat, he so wanted to mount her and fuck her as her Merry Christmas gift from him to her.

"You'll sexually excite me if you touch my nipples like that. You'll make me all wet," she said breathlessly while parting her legs and taking his hand down to her pussy. "See? Now you've done it. You made me all wet Charlie," she said while watching her son rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy. "I swear, if you continue fingering my nipples and fingering my pussy in the way that you're fingering my pussy now, I'll have no control over what I do next."

"You won't? And what would you do Mother if I continue fingering your nipples while fingering your pussy?"

Pulling turning, and twisting her nipples with one hand, he fingered her pussy with his other hand. She stared down at his fingers to watch him finger her nipples before looking up at him. Parting her pussy lips to rub her clit more, he inserted his finger inside of her.

"I'd suck your cock," she said gasping when he moved his finger deeper inside of her and wiggled his finger as if his finger was a worm borrowing in the ground.

Undaunted by her warnings, with his hands all over her big tits and his fingers all over her nipples, he was masturbating his mother in the way that she had been masturbating him. Pulling them, turning them, and twisting them, he was having his sexy way with her nipples and rubbing her clit, he was having his wicked way with her pussy in the way that she was had her wicked way with his cock.

"Stroke me mother," he said. "Stroke my cock before sucking my cock. I need to cum in your mouth," he said whispering in her ear before putting his finger to her full, red lip.

She took his finger in her mouth and sucked it as if she was sucking his big prick.

"Oh, Charlie, I swear to God, if you continue fingering my nipples and rubbing my clit like that, I will suck you. I will. I'll suck your cock," she said looking at him looking at her. "It's been a long time since I've a cock in my mouth. It's been a long time since a man has ejaculated in my mouth."

"Susan?"

"What Charlie?"

"If you suck my cock you'll make me so excited that I'll want to make love to you," he said.

"You will?"

"Yes, I will," he said.

"I dare you to make love to me Charlie," she said.

"And I dare you to suck my cock Susan," said Charlie. "I dare you," he said. "You've been dared. Go ahead Susan. Suck my cock. I dare you to suck my cock. And I swear, if you suck my cock, I'll eat your pussy before giving you the fucking of your life."

She stared down at his cock before staring back up at him.

"Should we be doing this," she said as breathlessly as if talking to herself, "a long, vulnerable mother having sex with her lonely, horny son?"

"Yes," he said. "We should. It's Christmas and it's the right thing to do. We both need this Mom."

He looked at her waiting for her to give him the go ahead to make love to her before fucking her, really fucking her.

"Is that what you want? You want me to suck you? You want me to look up at you with my big, blue eyes with your big, hairy cock buried in my mouth while you fondle my breasts, finger my nipples, and rub my clit?"

"Yes," he said.

They both remained quiet while Charlie waited for his mother to respond in kind.

"You'll have to make me a promise first though?"

"What's that?"

"You must promise that you won't cum in my mouth. I want you to cum in my pussy. Then, after you fuck me, I'll suck you and you can cum in my mouth then," she said.

"I don't know if I can cum twice in such a short time," he said.

"Trust me," she said with a dirty laugh. "In the way that I'll suck your cock, you will."

"Okay," he said.

"Think of this blowjob as a onetime Christmas gift Charlie. Okay? Something that will never, ever happen again. Okay?"

This time she waited for him to answer before lowering her head down into his lap.

"Okay," he said watching his mother making herself comfortable on the bed.

She turned to face him before leaning further down to stroke him and before taking a lick of his cock. Teasing him with her tongue, she licked his big prick while stroking him. Then, she took his cock in her mouth. Susan was sucking her son and Charlie couldn't believe that his mother was giving him a Christmas blowjob. Then, not wanting to break his promise by cumming in her mouth, switching off, he fell between his mother's legs to finger her and eat her. Licking her and licking her, he had her squirming around the bed in no time.

"Don't stop Charlie. Please don't stop. You're going to make me cum," she said so seductively. "Lick me harder Charlie. Lick my pussy. Stick your finger inside of me while you're rubbing my clit with your finger and tongue. Oh, yeah, that's it right there. Oh, my God, Charlie. I'm cumming. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Yes, that's it. Yes. Oh! Oh! Oh!"

She collapsed on the bed as if she was dead.

"Mom! Are you okay?"

"Okay? Are you kidding me? I'm better than okay," she said slowly running her hand down the side of his face before leaning up to him to kiss him. Surrendering her tongue to him, mother and son were French kissing. Kissing and kissing, they kissed while Charlie felt her tits and fingered her nipples, and while she fondled his cock.

"Oh my God, Mom. I never knew it would be like this. This is the best sex I've ever had," he said French kissing his mother again.

"Get on top of me," she said breaking off his kiss to speak. "I want to feel you inside of me. Make love to me before you fuck me," she said kissing him before she licked his lips and chin. "I love tasting my own pussy juices on you."

Charlie mounted his mother and she guided his cock inside of her. Kissing her while slowly humping her, he pushed himself deeper inside of his mother. She was so wet that he practically slid inside of her. Kissing and kissing her, he sucked her tits, while she grabbed his ass with both hand and pushed him all the way inside of her. Then, with a slow rhythm that turned into a hard fucking, Charlie was fucking his mother.

"Oh Susan. You're so tight. You feel so good. I love sucking your big tits," he said.

"Fuck me Charlie. Really fuck me. Pound my pussy. Make me cum. Make me cum Charlie before you shoot your warm, oozy load inside of me. Fuck your mother Charlie. Fuck me. Make me your bitch," she said returning her son's humps.

"I love you Mommy," he said.

"And I love you Charlie," she said. "Merry Christmas Charlie."

"Merry Christmas Mom."

Charlie humped his mother as fast as hard as he could. When he didn't think he could even hump her one more time, she gave him the inspiration that he needed to continue.

"Don't stop Charlie. Don't stop. I'm going to cum. Fuck me Charlie. Fuck me. Fuck Mommy. Make Mommy feel good," she said rolling him over to bounce up and down on his swollen prick while he harnessed her bouncing breasts with his big hands.

Even though she had asked him to call her Susan, it excited him when she referred to herself as Mommy. Playing her game, he continued the incestuous fantasy that was now their reality.

"I love you Mom. I love you. I can't wait for you to suck my cock. I can't wait to cum in your mouth and to watch you swallow."

"Oh Charlie. You're going to make me cum. I'm cumming again Charlie. Don't stop. Please don't stop. I'm cumming."

Susan had a second orgasm but Charlie refrained from cumming in his mother's pussy. Wanting to hold back, he'd rather fill his mother's mouth with his cum.

With the both of them resting for a minute, she was ready, she slid halfway down the bed to take her son in her mouth. Stroking him while sucking him, it didn't take him long to explode a big load of cum in Susan's mouth. Without doubt, this was the best Christmas they both ever had.

Now that they've sexually experienced one another, as if they were man and wife, they continued their sexual relationship by sleeping together and having sex with one another until Charlie fell in love with a woman. Even then, over the next several years, even after his mother found a man to love her and he found a woman to marry, Charlie's Christmas gift to his mom and her Christmas gift to him was giving one another hot sex.

THE END