Capítulo 337: A Family Christmas
Schaka©
Like thousands of college students Tom was home for the holidays. Unlike most students, his mother had a very special present for him!
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This story contains oral, anal and vaginal sex between a mother and her son. If ANY of this offends you, move on. This tale is not for you.
As I fumbled for my keys, the cold December wind cut through my woolen pea coat and jeans chilling me. Huddling against the cold, I waved at my buddy as he drove off. When I finally opened the kitchen door, my parents were sitting at the table.
My father's eyes lit up when he saw me. "Merry Christmas, son!" Dad bolted from his chair, strode to where I stood and gave me a big bear hug. "it is good to see you."
"Merry Christmas," I exclaimed, returning his hug. "It's good to be home!"
My mother sat with her back to us, her head down, staring into her coffee cup. I raised an eyebrow and nodded my head toward her.
"She is doing a lot better since the stroke," dad said quietly. "She has regained most of her motor control. However, she DOES have these moments where she drifts off. That and her lack of impulse control seem to be the only longer term effects."
"I should have come home! I could have taken my midterms some other time."
Dad placed his strong hand on my shoulder. "No, you did the right thing. It was a mild stroke. Besides, this is your last year in business college. Your mother and I are looking forward to you taking over and letting us spend some quality time."
I dropped my backpack on the floor, walked up behind mom and grasped her shoulders. I was startled to see her once black hair was liberally streaked with grey. Her hair had grown from her normal pixie cut to just below shoulder length. It was loosely plaited in a long braid that hung over her shoulder just covering her breast.
It was obvious her illness had aged her. She raised her head, turned and looked at me blankly. She blinked and the light of recognition lit up her eyes.
"Tommy," she exclaimed.
She jumped to her feet, ran to me and pressed her rotund body into mine. I stumbled backwards, the kitchen sink saving me from a nasty fall. My arms flew out in a vain attempt to slow mom's charge. They ended up wrapped around her full hips, my hands resting on her behind.
Disturbingly, mom began grinding her crotch against me causing the belt on her robe to come loose. It fell open as she embraced me. She stunned me when she took my face in both her hands and gave me a long tongue filled kiss, her hips rotating against me.
I broke her vice like grip, grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back to arms' length. "Dad! What the fuck just happened?"
Sheepishly, dad grasped mom's waist and gently pulled her away. "Kitty, why don't you go get dressed."
Mom stepped back, neither she or dad tried to close her robe. She was never a small woman. Now, at 50, her large breasts were easily 40DD or so. Her hips probably matched her chest. Her belly pooch was made up of soft rolls of fat. A forest of grey streaked black pubic hair covered her lower abdomen and private parts. Her thick pouty vaginal lips gleamed wetly.
I watched mom turn and move slowly up the stairs, leaning heavily on the bannister.
"I should have better prepared you for this. I have a few minutes before the limousine picks me up. Let me explain."
The lines on dad's face seemed deeper than when I last saw him at Thanksgiving. His shoulders were rounded and his stance was slightly stooped. It was obvious mom's illness took a toll on him also. He stared at the floor a moment, cleared his throat, raised his head and began explaining.
"First, let me apologize for running off like this. However, I missed so much time while your mother was in rehab, it is imperative that I visit customers and shore up the business."
My parents were the founders of a highly successful IT business. They started the business right out of college. Using mom's dynamism and dad's vision, they built it into a Fortune 500 company. They both were clear eyed, hardnosed business people. Mom ran the shop with an iron hand while dad managed the sales force. The plan was for me to take over the reins after graduation. My parents planned a retirement of long delayed travel. Then mom had her stroke.
"Dad, please! I understand! I know you don't want to travel this close to Christmas. I get it! But what's up with mom? She damn near raped me!"
"Your mother is experiencing what the doctors call Cognitive Decline. Stripped of all the two dollar words it means she is experiencing a decline in basic mental functions such as memory and judgment with changes in behavior and personality."
"Bottom line, she tends to be more spontaneous and has issues with short term memory. The memory issues cause her some confusion. The part of her brain that controls behavior has not, and may not, recover from the stroke. What just happened is part of that spontaneity."
"Is she like this all of the time or are there triggers that cause her... odd...behavior?"
"The doctors say certain stimuli, liking seeing you after she had not seen you since Thanksgiving, will cause her to go off the rails. Also she experiences a kind of déjà vu where she acts out past memories. What just happened was that she overreacted emotionally and physically to seeing you. The behavioral filters that should control her behavior work, at best, intermittently. Alcohol is also a trigger. She has meds that help. However, time is the real healer. "
"What do I need to do while you are gone?"
"Keep an eye on her. In some ways, she is like an immature child. She does and says things without the filters that an adult has. Also, keep her calm. She tends to go off the rails when she gets excited, throwing tantrums and such."
"Her medication with dosing instructions are on the nightstand. Tom, usually I have a nurse/companion with her. She took a few days off to shop for the holidays. However, I'll be home in three days."
The chimes of the front doorbell announced the arrival of the limousine. Dad grabbed his wheeled bag and his briefcase. "Look son! I know this will be difficult for you..."
"Dad stop! I love her as much as you do! I'll take care of her!"
We bear hugged and he left.
I took off my coat and hung it on the back of the kitchen chair. I needed a drink. Dad's explanation of my mother's illness was as disturbing as her demeanor. She was never a demonstrative. I knew she and dad loved me. However, the business was there life.
I walked down to the media room to the bar. The long drive from school coupled with the shock of seeing my mother's condition left me tense. A stiff shot of my favorite Irish whiskey would bolster me. When I picked up the bottle, I saw a small tube of Astroglide hidden behind the bottle.
I grinned as I poured three fingers of Irish whiskey and gulped it down. I shuddered and grimaced as the potent liquor warmed my insides.
The Astroglide confirmed something I suspected. During summer break, while working in the family business, I noticed my parents seemed to be standoffish. They were overly polite with each other.
I also noticed I did not hear the faint sounds of lovemaking I grew up hearing. Mom's yip and moans were absent when I came home for Thanksgiving. I suspected a decline in their sex life.
I knew dad had high blood pressure and took medication to control it. Bits and pieces of overheard conversation suggested it caused some sexual frustration for both. The lubricant suggested they were working through it.
I poured another three fingers and gulped it down. The alcohol helped knocked down the chill and calm me. The warm glow of a nice buzz settled over me. I needed a shower and a nap. I decided to check on mom before I did anything else.
Our home is a trilevel. The kitchen, living room and dining room are on the second level. Downstairs is the media room with the patio just outside. Upstairs are the bedrooms.
I climbed the stairs passing first my room and the hall bathroom. Beyond that was the converted bedroom that was my parents' home office. At the end of the hall was my parents' bedroom. Their door was partially open. I tapped lightly on the door.
"Mom, are you decent?"
"Yes, darling! Come in!"
My eyes bucked as I opened the door. Mom lay naked on their California king size bed propped up by pillows behind her back. Her feet with their bright red nail polish were flat on the bed. Her legs were pulled up and her knees spread. Her large breasts filled her chest.
The fingers of one hand tugged at her nipple. The index finger of the other hand was just inside the folds of her pussy, sliding slowly up and down. A faint gleam of wetness covered her butterfly vaginal lips.
"Whoops! Sorry mom!" Embarrassed and, yes, a little aroused, I turned to leave.
Most boys fantasize about their mother's. I was no different. Seeing her naked brought back memories of glimpses of her in various stages of undress.
"Wait Tommy!" Mom pulled her finger from her pussy. She held it up and seemed to inspect it. Then she popped it in her mouth and sucked it clean.
My eyes widened and my cock grew rigid. It seemed mom's spontaneity had a strong sexual element. First there was the French kiss in the kitchen. Now she was playing with her pussy with little regard for my presence. It was going to be a difficult time until dad returned.
"John said you were going to take care of me while he is away," she said in an uncharacteristic low seductive voice.
I swallowed hard. Dad had not warned me about this. He said she was more spontaneous. She seemed more...wanton, more sexual. It was a side of her I had not seen.
"Yes, mom, your nurse is off a few days."
She sat up in bed and crossed her legs Indian style. The butterfly lips of her vagina gaped open, wet and swollen. I thought I could see a bead of moisture at the lower crease of her vagina. I swallowed hard.
"I haven't shaved pussy since I got sick. John was going to do it, but he got busy preparing for his business trip. You're going to have to do it."
"What? Mom, I can't..."
She pouted. The color began to rise in her face. I recalled my father's admonition to keep her calm.
"Uh...ah...just a moment, mom! I'll be right back."
I needed to talk to my father. My cell phone was in the kitchen in my jacket. I sprinted down the stairs, grabbed my jacket and fumbled in the pocket for my phone. I speed dialed dad's phone. The first time it went to voicemail. Impatiently, I waited a moment then hit redial.
"Hello, Tom. Is something wrong? I can't talk long. I'm in the security line."
"Dad! Look! Mom is acting...odd. Let me tell you what she just..."
"Tom, I have to turn off my phone for security. I'll try to call you before I board but I'm running late. Whatever it is, if it's not harmful, indulge her! I trust you to make the right decision! Got to go!" He clicked off.
As I stared at my phone, mom walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist.
"Come on, Tommy! John said you were going to take care of me."
I sat my phone on the table, pulled mom's arms loose, and turned to face her. She was still nude. Her blue veined breasts were pendulous. Her nipples, about a third of the way up the bottom curve of her breasts, were thumb sized and hard. Given their size they were not that bad. Their mature sag had not turned into torpedoes with the nipples pointed at the floor.
Though rotund at 5' 4" and maybe 50 pounds heavier than she was in my teenage years, she was still my mother, the object of many teenage fantasies. At 200 pounds, there was just more of her.
"Mom, there are somethings I just can't do. Dad will be home in a few days."
I watched in stunned amazement as mom's meaty oval face screwed into a pout. Tears began to run down her cheeks. Her face turned bright red. She clenched her fists and began pumping her arms and jumping up and down, her big breasts bouncing disturbingly.
"John promised me. He promised me you would take care of me. You don't love me." My 50 year old mother, the hardnosed flint eyed businesswoman, was throwing a tantrum.
As I watched the angry red color move up her neck and face, I recalled dad's admonition to keep her calm. I grabbed her shoulders.
"Okay! Okay mom! Just let me call dad, okay?"
I picked up my phone and hit dad's speed dial. He picked up on the second ring.
"Yeah Tom! I'm boarding and I can't talk long."
"Dad," I blurted, "mom wants me to shave her...down there!"
There was a moment of silence.
"Shit! I forgot I promised I would shave her. She likes her...uh...private parts clean shaven. She usually does it herself. However, she still has some motor control issues."
Dad paused. I could hear the announcement to turn off all electronic devices. His voice was strained when he finally spoke. "Look, son," he choked out, "You're going to have to do it. Sometimes, she will throw a tantrum when she doesn't get what she wants. That raises her blood pressure and that's not good. It could trigger another stroke. I can't talk now. Just...just don't let her come to harm."
"Dad! I can't! She's my mother!"
"Look son!" Dad's voice was strained. It quavered as he spoke. "All we have is the three of us. Your mother and I have had 25 good years together. In those years, we built the business and raised a responsible loving son. I want as many more years with her as I can."
Dad paused. I heard the flight attendant ask him to turn off his phone.
"I don't have much time," he said. "For me...for your mother and to keep our family whole...you have to shave her pussy!"
"Dad, I can't..."
"You have to, son," he croaked, his voice cracking.
My phone went dead. I turned to my mother. My eyes took in her body. Here was my mother, the object of my teenage lust, begging me to shave her pussy. My father practically ordered me to do it.
"Come on, mom! Let's go shave you."
She jumped up and down, clapping her hands. "Goody! Come on!" She turned and skipped up the stairs, her large ass jiggling. I was embarrassed that I had a chubby as I watched her climb the stairs. Mentally I tried to separate what I had to do from what I wanted to do. I always wanted to fuck my mother.
In a psyche class, the professor opined that in addition to the natural lust to possess sexually the first and most important female in a young man's life, there was a primitive element. Even in modern times, there was a natural competition between father and son for a wife and mother's affection.
She went on to say that in our primeval history, families were tribal. A youth entering puberty announced his entrance into manhood by challenging the old chief for control of the tribe. If the youth succeeded in his challenge, having sex with his mother, the chief's wife, established his control. The new chief solidified his control by fathering children with her. She went on to say that societal taboos on incest where an instinctive attempt to stop that primitive rite of passage.
That lecture was on my mind as I gathered the things in their en suite bathroom I would need to shave my mother's pussy. I shook my head to clear it. I still had a nice buzz.
When I walked back into the master bedroom mom lay on the bed playing with her pussy again. She inserted first one then two fingers in her vagina and pumped a few times. Then she would take them out and suck them clean. All the time she held my eyes with an unmotherly sultry look. My cock was painfully hard as I watched her lascivious display.
"Your father used to love watching me finger fuck my pussy," she simpered.
"Mom, this is going to be difficult for both of us. Let's just get it over with."
"It's not going to be difficult for me. I'm going to enjoy having my son shave me."
Mom smiled, then ran her tongue over her lips. Her illness was causing her to come on to me. I thought of their overly polite behavior and the lube behind the bar. My parents were having problems in their marriage, sexual problems. Mom's stroke was causing her to act out her sexual frustrations.
I cleared my throat. "Okay mom! I need to put this towel under you to catch the hair."
Smiling benignly, she spread her legs, grabbed each thigh with a hand and pulled her legs high above her head, lifting her ass off the bed. It was surprising to see a woman of her size be so flexible. I shook my head to clear the image of me lying between those big thighs with my cock plunging into that wet hole.
"Like this, Tommy?"
"Yes, mom," I moaned, "like that!"
Struggling to overcome my arousal, I knelt on the end of the bed. As I took the towel and tucked one end under my mom's butt, I stared at her wet succulent pussy.
"Since the stroke, I'm always wet and horny. Your father gets angry with me because I always want him to fuck me. You won't get angry with me, will you?"
I tore my eyes away from staring at my mom's wet hole. I looked up into her smiling face.
"No mom! I'm not going to get angry with you." Realizing I left an open question, I quickly added, "and no, we are NOT going to have sex!"
"You know, I always wanted to fuck you."
"WHAT? Mom! Please! You have to stop talking like this."
"But I did, Tommy!"
As I rocked back on my heels, my cheek brushed the warm moistness of her thigh. The room swam dizzyingly. I drank on an empty stomach and the alcohol was going to my head. My dick pulsed painfully in my too tight jeans. As I dropped to all fours between mom's thighs to recover, my resolve wavered.
My mom just confessed a repressed sexual desire for me. I suspected it was the after effects of her illness. Still it played into the fantasies of my teenage years.
I was incredibly aroused at the thought of the intimate thing I was about to do, the thing she obviously wanted me to do. She wanted more. I had to be the adult. I was horrified at my lust. However, I could not take advantage of my mother. I pushed doing the unthinkable to the back of my mind.
"Are my legs far enough apart, Tommy," she asked, her meaty face framed by her thighs. A clearish liquid leaked from the bottom of her slit and ran down her peritoneum to her anus.
Kneeling between her thighs recovering from my dizzy spell, I could see the dark coral lips of my mother's pussy framed by her moist pubic hair. They gaped open, revealing her pink inner lips. They were wet, glistening, pulsing slightly.
"Yes mom," I croaked. My rigid cock was trapped painfully in my jeans.
It was a surreal moment. I recalled as a kid trying to sneak peeks at her as she entered or left the bathroom. I remembered bursting into their room unannounced, hoping to catch her naked. The few times I caught her nude, she merely smiled at me, cautioning me that I should always knock first. Now she lay naked in front of me, fingering her pussy. I felt my cock jump and knew I had to calm down before I came in my pants. I took a deep breath.
"Okay mom! First I have to trim your hair."
"Alright Tommy! When we finish, can we decorate the tree? Oh! And some egg nog while we do it?"
I had forgotten about that. We usually decorated the tree in the week before Christmas. Egg nog, liberally spiked with brandy for them, was part of that tradition. I usually left them downstairs drinking and went to my room to play video games.
Once, I must have been in my late teens, I could not sleep and went back downstairs for a glass of water. As I drained the glass, I heard the unmistakable sounds of sex. As I crept downstairs I heard moans. When I squatted on the steps, peering into the media room lit only by the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree, I saw my parents fucking.
Dad's back was to me. Mom's legs were wrapped around his back as he pumped rhythmically in and out of mom. From my vantage point, I could see his cock sliding in and out of her leaking hole. A white froth covered mom's hips. I could hear the squishy wet sounds. My hand found my cock youthful cock and stroked as I watched them.
I'm not sure how long I watched. My voyeurism ended when mom looked over dad's shoulder and saw me. Her eyes widened in surprise. Instead of screaming her outrage, she raised a hand behind dad's back and waved me away.
A few days later, she came to my room. I was apprehensive as she closed the door and set on the edge of my bed.
"We need to talk."
Her mid thigh silk robe was tightly nodded around her waist. Even so, it could not hide her substantial cleavage. She pulled on leg, bent at the knee onto my bed with the other on the floor.
"Uh...I...I'm sorry about the other night. I was thirsty and..."
"And couldn't resist watching your parents have sex!"
"Mmmm. I...!"
"Curiosity about sex is normal. And watching is, while not necessarily normal, is an outgrowth of your sexual curiosity. However, your father and I are not porn stars. You need to respect our privacy."
I experienced and erection. It was in part because of our conversation and because I could see mom's bare thighs up to the shadowy area just under her robe. Mom glanced from my tool tenting my sweatpants to her thighs and back again. She did not change her position or adjust her robe.
"Your father would have been VERY upset if he knew you saw us." She held up one hand as I opened my mouth. "I'm not going to tell him. Just be more careful."
The import of the conversation played back in my mind then and over the years. She had not said not to do it. Just be more careful!
I saw the blue spruce sitting on the patio when I got home. With dad gone, it fell to me and mom to decorate the tree.
As I ogled mom now, I recalled that conversation. "Sure mom! Just like always."
My hand trembled as I pull the comb through my mother's tangled pussy hair. Her wetness increased as I did. When I finished combing, her pubic hair was damp with her wetness. The wetness caused the streaks of grey to sparkle amidst her silken black thatch.
"We are going to shave it bare this time, right?" Mom spoke with a childlike exuberance. I realized I was getting a peek into my parent's sex life. This was something they shared. I wondered what else happened in their private moments.
"Right mom! Right!" My throat was parched. I swallowed hard.
The first trim with the scissors was not so bad. That is if you accept the fact that I had to rest the edge of my hand on her hood as I trimmed her Mons. An unmistakable wetness covered the palm of my hand. A familiar arousing aroma wafted up as I used my hand to push my mom's pussy lips first to one side then the other as I trimmed the hair in the crease between her pussy lips and her thigh.
My cock, trapped in my jeans, ached. Several times I stopped to adjust it. Finally, realizing false modesty was out of place, I stopped and pulled off my jeans. I sighed with relief. I was stunned to see mom openly eye my package. She licked her lips and smiled at me.
"Do you want me to suck it now, Tommy?"
I noticed she kept calling me Tommy. She had not called me Tommy since I was in my late teens. Not since in a moment of pubescent ire, I refused to answer to what I thought was a childish name. I wanted to be Tom, the grown up. My parents indulged me. From that time on, I was Tom. Calling me Tommy suggested, in some ways, she had regressed.
"No, mom! You don't have to suck it!"
"I have always wanted to, you know."
"Wait! What? I'm sorry, mom! What did you just say?"
"I always wanted to suck your cock. I used to stand in your bedroom door at night while you slept watching it tent the sheets. I would touch myself and wonder how it would feel in my mouth."
It was a stunning revelation. While I lusted after mom, she lusted after me. My cock pulsed, squirting precum into my shorts.
"Okay mom," I croaked, "we need to get this done so we can decorate the tree."
"Stop pumping your hips, mom," I moaned, "I don't want to cut you."
"I'll try, Tommy," she whispered, "but it feels so good. Your father used to shave me. He always kissed my pussy after he finished." She pouted a little. "But as we got older, he lost interest. I had to do it myself."
"TMI, mom, TMI!"
"I understand! But if you want to kiss it, I wouldn't mind!"
I tried to hold one lip delicately between my thumb and forefinger but mom's pussy was so wet it kept slipping. I had to repeatedly dry my fingers on a towel.
I gently pushed her ass cheeks apart. There were a few scraggly hairs on the lower part of mom's pussy near her anus. I leaned in close, carefully trimming them. Her swollen labia lay open, revealing the pinkish interior. They gleamed wetly. A whitish fluid oozed continuously from the lower edge of her pussy. The musky pungent aroma of mom's arousal overwhelmed my nostrils.
"Do you remember that time you watched me and your father fuck by the Christmas tree," mom asked, her voice low and throaty.
"Yes mom! I remember!"
"I knew you were there. I wanted you to watch."
"Mom! Please!"
"Even then I wanted your cock. Back then, I was ashamed for having such thoughts. Watching you masturbate on the stairs, I pretended it was your cock in me instead of your father's."
"Mom you must stop talking like that!"
Mom's hips pumped slowly as I trimmed the last straggly hair.
"Tommy?"
"Yes mom."
"I'm not ashamed anymore!"
"I need to warm a towel," I croaked as I stood.
I realized I was seeing the effects of Cognitive Decline. Mom's societal strictures were gone. Her most secret thoughts, the ones someone once said would shame hell, were coming out. My mother always wanted to fuck me!
My cock popped through the slit of my shorts. As I struggled to stuff it back, mom watched. Her eyes were large, luminous. I could hear the soft whistle of her breathing through her open mouth.
I ran hot water over the towel to warm it. The temptation jack off was overpowering. I knew I would later. I would not need a fantasy image. I would have the clear recent image of my mother's pussy.
Returning to the bedroom, my hands trembled as I placed the warm towel over mom's pussy and molded it around it. I rocked back on my heels. I was drenched in sweat. It poured from my face, chest, arms and thighs. There was an incredible ache in my rigid member. I could hear the blood roaring in my ears as began its journey down to my cock and back again. I needed to come! I needed to come badly and urgently.
I removed the towel and lightly ran my hand over mom's stubble. It was soft and pliant. I squirted shaving foam on my hand and gently applied the foam starting just below mom's belly button. My hands became slippery with mixture of soap and mom's juices as I moved across her Mons to her vagina. She shuddered and took a deep whistling breath when my hand brushed across her hood.
"Mom! Please! You must stop pumping your hips. I might cut you!"
"I'm sorry! It just feels so good to have my son shaving me. Did you ever think about fucking me, Tommy?"
" Please Mom! Just be quiet while I finish."
"Okay Tommy! But it would be okay if you did. I wouldn't mind."
I used the palm of my hand to soap her hood. I saw the large pink nub of mom's clit appear wetly from its sheath. She jumped, her legs jerking spasmodically.
Being careful to use only downward strokes, I shaved with the grain of her pubic hairs. Her pussy lips trembled as I lightly shaved across her hood. Her large clit, easily the size of the first joint on my pinky finger, stood out hard and pink. I saw her anus twitching reflexively.
I resisted the urge to lean forward and kiss mom's pussy. I ached to slide my tongue through the swollen folds of her engorged pussy, to taste her juices. To let it slide across her peritoneum to her winking starfish. I wanted to probe that musky orifice with the tip of my tongue. The thought of performing such an intimate act dominated my teenage fantasies.
Carefully, I placed the razor at the edge of mom's anus and pulled it up her ass cheek. I felt a tremor. I placed my hand on the just shaved cheek and pulled the razor slowly from her anus up the unshaved cheek. There were a few strands of hair on the skin between her anus and the bottom of mom's pussy. Mom's body shook as I gently shaved those last hairs.
I took a wet hot towel and wiped away the remnants of shaving foam. I used one hand to hold mom's ass cheek. Mom's pussy was oozing all over my hand. Repeatedly, I had to dry my hand on a towel.
I could not keep mom's pussy dry. Her juices were flowing so freely I could not keep up. Finally, I gave up.
"Finished, mom!" My voice squeaked. I cleared my throat. "All finished!"
Mom dropped her legs and raised the upper part of her body on her elbows. She took one hand and rubbed her freshly shaved smoothness.
"It feels nice and smooth, Tommy! Why didn't you kiss it like your father always did when he finished shaving me?"
"mom...I...look..."
Her face screwed up, her lips poked out as she worked herself up to wail.
"Okay! I okay," I said huskily, "I'll kiss it."
She smiled and drew her legs up and spread them. Her mouth pulled into a faint enigmatic smile. I lay back between mom's thighs.
How often had I dreamed about this? How many times while eating the pussy of a coed at school had this image popped into my mind? How many wet dreams were caused by this fantasy?
The aroma of her pussy was overwhelming. My head swam with the intensity of my arousal. The intoxicating smell of her caused my cock to pump copious amounts of precum into my shorts. I was near cumming in my shorts.
When my lips touched her swollen gleaming pussy lips, I could feel the throb of my cock trapped between my body and the bed. I turned my head slightly and kissed mom's pussy lips, my tongue sliding between her succulent cunt lips in an intimate kiss.
I'm not sure what awaits us in the afterlife. We are promised either a reward or punishment. However, at the moment, as my tongue entered my mother's pussy, I experienced my slice of heaven. If I died right then, I would go to my judgement with the nectar of my mother's pussy in my mouth.
I felt mom's hips buck as my tongue probed between her engorged lips.
"AWWWW FUCK, TOM!"
What did she call me? Caught up in the lust of the moment, I curled my arms under her thighs, pulling her to me. I could feel her juices covering my face as I pressed it into her honey hole.
"OH MY GOOD! EAT ME! EAT MY PUSSY! FFFUUUUCCCKKK! TURN AROUND! I WANT YOUR COCK IN MY MOUTH! PLEASE TURN AROUND!"
The ringing of my phone startled me. Disoriented, reluctant to stop, I sat up.
"Please baby! Don't stop," mom sat up, her arms out stretched clawing for me.
I fumbled for my phone. The ID said "Dad" I drew the back of my hand over my mouth, wiping mom's pussy juice from my lips.
"Hello," I muttered.
"Tom?" Is this you? Your voice sounds different."
I sat back on my haunches. Mom slipped a finger in her hole and smiled at me as she finger fucked herself. She pulled a glistening finger out and offered it to me. I took it in my mouth and sucked her juices from her finger. I cleared my throat.
"It's me! You couldn't be at your destination yet." The taste of mom's pussy was in my mouth as I talked to my father, her husband. I glanced quickly at the face of my phone. I had been home a little more than two hours.
"No! Our departure was delayed. We're stuck on a taxiway. Did...did you...uh...do what we discussed?"
It was weird. My father was asking me if I shaved my mother's pussy. I heard her moan and looked down at her. She had two fingers in her pussy. She was propped up by the pillows. Her legs were spread, her eyes closed. I could hear the wet squelching sounds as she rode her fingers.
"Yes, dad, I did." Should I add that I did the other thing he used to do when he shaved her?
"Uh...good...good! Look, I can only guess how difficult this is for you. Since her stroke, she has been more..." I guess demanding is the best word."
Mom sat up in bed. She dropped to her belly facing me and scooted up to my tumescent pulsing member. Her tongue snaked out and licked a drip of precum hanging from my slit.
"Dad...I can't keep doing things like this. It's obscene and more than a little dangerous! I mean, I'm only human."
"Mmmmm tasty," mom moaned
"What was that, Tom?"
"I said I can't continue doing stuff like this. It's lewd!"
"Do you think I'm enjoying this," he snapped, "do you think I enjoy knowing what my son is doing to my wife?"
Mom inhaled my cock. She smiled around it as her mouth slid back and forth on my length.
"Dad! Look! I'm sorry! I know this is difficult for you also."
Mom, pulled my cock from her lips shone wet and shiny. Saliva slid down her chin.
"You're bigger than your father." She took me back in her mouth."
"Is that Kitty? I couldn't hear what she said. Never mind! Look! I'm sorry I yelled at you. However, these are difficult times. Our family and the business are under unusual stress."
I looked down at mom's beatific smile as she lustily sucked my dick. I was close to cumming.
"Dad, You know I'm willing to do my part!"
I groaned as mom stopped again. "Tell John His son is going to cum in my mouth,' she said devilishly.
"We must assume unusual roles." Dad's voice broke. He cleared his throat. "Take care of my bride," he whispered, "we'll work out...everything else...afterwards."
She took me in her mouth and began bobbing hard.
"Yes! Yes! YES!" I began pumping my man juice in my mother's mouth. She slurped hungrily. It had been weeks since I had sex. My nut filled her mouth to overflowing. It flowed out of the corners of her mouth, down her cheeks to her neck.
"Good," dad said. I'm glad you agree!" He paused "Is she being...uh...aggressive?" His voice quavered.
I looked down at mom as she ran her tongue around the sensitive head of my cock.
"Oh fuck!"
"I'm having trouble with the connection. What did you say?"
"No! Not right now." I watched as mom wiped my cum from her face then licked her hands
"I'm sorry, son! I understand your frustration. This connection is really bad. Before I lose you, I need to tell you about her meds. You got a minute?"
"Just about that!" I stifled a moan as mom again began licking my semi rigid tool. my cock. She was looked into my eyes and again slid down, swallowing it. I could feel it sliding in and out of the tight confines of her throat.
"I can't hear you, son! This connection is terrible. I'll call back when we land to discuss her meds with you. Okay?"
"yes, dad! That will be fine." As I clicked off, I exploded again pumping my seed down her throat and into her belly. I dropped my phone on the floor and grasped mom's head. I fucked her mouth as I pumped my seed down her throat. Mom moaned continuously as I came.
Finally, I was spent. I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. What the fuck had I done?
"That was nice, Tommy!"
"I'm...happy you enjoyed it mom." It sounded lame. However, I had no experience with the protocol after your mother sucks your cock.
She giggled. Then she took her pinky finger and delicately removed a dribble of my cum from the corner of her mouth. She held it up as though inspecting it then popped it in her mouth and sucked it clean.
She stood and walked to the door leading to their en suite bathroom. Her jiggly ass with its cellulite dimples shook as she waddled to the bathroom. At the door, she turned and looked at me
"Tom bring the tree in and set it up. After I shower, I'll fix a light supper and we can decorate it."
I was Tom again. I detected a subtle change in her demeaner. She stood a little straighter. The soft doe eyed look was replaced by a calm confident gaze. She stood with her legs slightly spread and one hand casually on one hip. This was mom, the executive, used to being in charge. She seemed unaware that she was naked and that I was partially clothed with my semi hard cock hanging through the slit of my underwear.
"Okay mom," I said quietly as she turned, entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
I slipped on my jeans and started down the hall. I could use a shower myself. However, I decided to wait until I had the tree set up.
In the kitchen, I slipped on my coat and walked downstairs into the media room. I could see the tree on the patio through the sliding glass doors. A white tarp was strung tightly over the empty pool. The adjacent hot tub was also covered. However, we never emptied it. Merely kept the temperature on low.
Dad had trimmed the bottom of the tree. I carried it inside, laid it on its side and attached the tree stand. Then I set up and leveled it. I worked up a sweat and needed a shower even more.
I heard footfalls as mom came down the stairs. She wore a yellow terry cloth robe with matching turban towel on her hair and fur trimmed mules.
"That looks good, son. AFTER, you shower," she said pointedly, "We'll eat and decorate the tree."
After my shower, I went back downstairs wearing loose fitting grey jersey shorts and matching t-shirt and slipped on my flip flops. Mom was sitting in the kitchen. A plate of cold ham sandwiches and a dish of potato salad sat on the table along with a chilled bottle of pinot noir.
"Mom, are you allowed to drink?"
"No," she said flatly, "however the cat, your father, is away and this mouse is going to play."
I detected a subtle undertone. She made no mention of what happen in her bedroom. Her demeanor suggested that she was unaware of it.
"Mom, dad asked me to take care of you while he is gone. I take that charge seriously. If you shouldn't drink you won't."
She eyed me across the kitchen table. "So far, you have well!"
I felt the heat in my face as I blushed
"I'll make a deal with you. One large glass of wine and you finish the rest."
I agreed. We ate the sandwiches and drank the wine. The Irish whiskey and the bottle of wine had me buzzing pretty good. The conversation was about school, my pending graduation, the excellent financial state of the business and her illness.
"Honestly, I don't remember having the stroke. I was at my desk, haranguing a supplier. I felt a little dizzy, then there was a sharp pain in my temple. I woke up in the hospital with tubes coming out of every hole I had.
This was the mom I knew, a hardnosed no nonsense business woman. I felt the heat rise in my face as I recall licking her pussy and her sucking my cock.
"So when did you start blushing at a little frank talk?"
"It was not that. I was just thinking about something."
"Well, whoever SHE is, you'll have to tell me about her while we trim the tree. You're 22 and graduating college in May. It's time you started giving me grandchildren!"
She's you mom, I thought. "Let's get to work on the tree. It's after 7 and I have been up since early this morning."
"Bring the egg nog!"
"Mom, you said one glass of wine!"
"I lied," she said blithely. "Besides, we can't break the tradition."
As we walked downstairs to decorate the tree my phone rang. The caller ID said Dad.
"Hey dad! How's the trip going?"
Mom continued down into the media room.
"Fine! Taking a client to dinner in a few minutes and wanted to check in. How is it going?"
I decided to be direct. It was a family trait I apparently only inherited from my mom.
"You didn't tell me about mom's hypersexuality."
He was silent for a moment.
"I...I...uh...wasn't sure how to bring it up." He cleared his throat. When he finally spoke, his voice quavered.
"The doctors say along with her reduced inhibitions, there is an increase in her libido. It must be...awkward...for you."
Not awkward! Not awkward at all! "Dad, you're not suggesting that I..."
"I need to meet my client" he said brusquely. "I'm confident you'll do what is necessary. I don't want to lose her."
"Dad, you are not suggesting that i..."
I was talking to a dead phone. I stared at it for a moment. I continued down the stairs. I could see the glow of Christmas lights. Thinking mom had started without me, I was thinking of a quip I could use.
Mom was standing in front of the tree with a string of lights wrapped around her body. She was nude.
"How do you think these lights look, Tommy?"
She had reverted. I was Tommy again.
"They...uh...would probably look better on the tree."
The once hardnosed businesswoman tittered.
"I know that, silly! I've always wanted to do this for you. But your father was always around."
"For me mom? I don't understand."
She unwound the lights from around her body and sauntered to me, her hips swaying. She wrapped her arms around my neck.
"I have lusted after you for a long time! Before my stroke, I always suppressed those feelings. I knew they were wrong."
"Mom, I..."
She shrugged. I know they're wrong now. I just don't give a fuck!"
"I knew you like looking at me! It made me sooo hot to know that! I'd jump your father's bones after exposing myself to you!" I have wanted you for years. I'm not sure why I waited so long to jump your bones!"
Mom's confession explained a lot of things. I thought I was lucky to see so much of mother naked and partially dressed. However, she was living out her fantasy to expose herself to me. Only the strictures of the societal taboos on incest kept her from pursuing her long ago fantasy. Now her stroke had removed that inhibition.
"Mom! Are you okay?"
Her hand passed between us and she stroked my cock with her open palm.
"I'm more okay than I have been in years! I want you to throw me on the floor and fuck me until I scream for you to stop. But don't stop! I want to be your bitch! Use me like you want!"
"MOM!" My voice cracked as it climbed the scale. Was this what my father could not bring himself to say on the phone? That he was unable to keep up with mom sexually since her stroke?
She dropped to her knees, pulling my shorts down as she went. She tittered as my cock popped out and hit her under the chin. Mom put her hands behind her back and tried to capture my cock using only her mouth.
Her eyes smoldered as she looked up at me. "I'm practicing sucking your cock with my hands tied behind my back."
I raised a questioning eyebrow as she bobbed for my cock like it was an apple in a tub of water. "What did you have in mind?"
"I want you to tie me up. I want to be helpless. I want you to do whatever you want to me."
Her lasciviousness awakened some of my repressed fantasies. A casual girlfriend at school was into D/s, domination and submission. She loved to be spanked. She reveled in performing any sex act I could think of in the riskiest places. I recall a Black student caught us fucking in the men's room. To assure his silence, she fucked him also. I began to imagine my mother in similar situations.
Mom finally caught my cock and began to bob back and forth bringing me to full hardness. I was living the dream. The sex symbol of my youth was on her knees sucking my cock, begging me to be her Dom. I knew her salaciousness was caused by her stroke. However, the stroke released her inhibitions, letting her do what she wanted to do for years, fuck her son.
"Get on all fours!"
Her eyes smiled as she slowly pulled her head back. I watched my length pull from her mouth. She dropped to her knees and crawled over in front of the glass patio door.
"Fuck me here! I want the world to see my son fuck his slut of a mother! I want them to see me taking your cock."
I ripped off my t-shirt and strode to where mom knelt with her big round ass waving in the air. I dropped to my knees behind her. Her scent was overpowering. It was evidence by the clear liquid oozing from her cleanly shaved pussy and streaming down her thighs. I raised my hand and brought it down hard on her ass. Like waves on an ocean her ass moved forward and rolled back, spurred by the impetus of my blow.
"Fuck yes," mom screamed, "do it again."
I raised my other hand and brought it down hard. I could see clear liquid puddling on the floor under her.
"Say it, goddammit! Say it!"
"I'm your bitch! I'm my son's bitch! Fuck your bitch!"
I positioned my cock at her hole and drove in hard and deep.
"YES! YES!! TAKE ME HARD!"
"FUCK MOM!! AWWW FUCK!"
I kept pounding her hard, driving into her squelching pussy like a jack hammer. Each thrust caused her big ass to roll forward and back. The squishy sound of her pussy was immediate and loud. The white froth of our juices built up on her pussy and my cock.
"TAKE ME, BABY! TAKE YOUR SLUT MOMMY'S PUSSY!"
Mom rocked back hard to meet my thrusts. The slap of flesh on flesh resounded through our media room. As mom screamed I felt her pussy clamp down like a vise pushing my dick out of her. I gripped her hips tightly, forcing my way back in.
Her arms collapsed and she fell forward, her cheek against our parquet floor.
"Move your ass, mom!" I leaned forward, balancing on my arms and toes as though I were doing pushups. I was thrusting down into mom as she sank to the floor. I felt the tingle in my balls that presaged my nut.
"Here it comes, mom! Here comes my nut!"
"Fill mommy up! Fill her up!"
Mom was wheezing, struggling to catch her breath. As I came pumping my juice into the best pussy in the world, I recall my father's admonition to keep her happy. Like a good son, I was obeying my father. I dropped on top of her, breathing hard and sweating profusely.
Mom's wheeze turned into long deep breaths as she dozed off on the floor. I levered myself up on my arms. Looking between us I watched my cock slide out of mom's pussy. My cum bubbled out after it, pooling on the floor between her legs.
I pulled on my shorts. I debated what to do with mom, passed out on the floor. There was no way I could carry her corpulent body up to her bed. I elected to cover her with her robe.
I hummed carols as I strung lights on the tree and sipped egg nog. Mom woke up as I began hanging ornaments. She stood and pulled on her robe and tied it tightly around her.
"Tom, you started without me!"
I was Tom again. "Well, you seemed tired so I started without you."
"We both know I wasn't just tired! You fucked the shit out of me!"
"Mom! I thought...!"
"You thought your old mom was out of her head and you could get some pussy!"
"But the stroke! Dad said...!"
Mom picked up a box of ornaments. She walked around the tree, eying it as she chose which ornament would look best.
"I did have a stroke. And there are some lingering after effects. I feel...different. While I was recovering, I took stock of my life. I denied myself a lot as your father and I built the business. When you were born, at first you were an unwelcome distraction." Then as you grew up and matured, I began to fantasize about you."
"Fantasize about me? I don't understand."
"Neither did I! I used to barge into your room when knew you were changing clothes. Then I was ashamed of myself for doing."
A light went on! I recalled her doing that.
"I even got counseling, trying to learn to control my incestuous impulses. It didn't help. What saved me from committing what I thought then was an abominable act was you leaving for college. The I had my stroke."
Mom continued hanging ornaments as she talked. Her hair was down and the glimmer of the Christmas lights filled the room. Shiny ornaments caught the glimmer and reflected it around the room.
"It, the stroke, changed me somehow"
I walked over and put my arms around mom's waist. I untied her robe and pulled it from her shoulders. It dropped to the floor by the tree. I wrapped my arms around her waist, cupped her breasts and squeezed them. Mom sighed and lay her head on my chest.
"As I lay in that sterile hospital room, I thought about the things I denied myself as we built the business. I don't know if it was an after effect of the stroke or the realization that if I had died, I would never have your cock."
Mom's hips pumped against my hand as I slid it down her body and cupped her pussy. She groaned and ground her ass against my cock.
"I do get confused sometimes," she whispered as my finger traced the outline of her pussy lips. "I do need my meds. I also know I need your cock. Everything else is an act. A ruse to provide a rationale for seducing you!"
She turned in my arms and wrapped her arms around my neck.
"I have a present for you. A present I never gave anyone, not even your father."
"What's that," I murmured as mom pushed my shorts down.
"My ass," she whispered, pulling me to the floor in front of the twinkling Christmas tree. "I'm giving you my ass! It's your present to use tonight and any time you want it."
"Mom, I..."
She brought a finger to her lips and shushed me. "Look behind the bar. I have hidden something back there."
She sat cross leg on the floor while I went to the bar. It was easy to find. It was the small tube of Astroglide I saw earlier. I smiled. She had planned this. That was why the lube was behind my Irish whiskey.
I looked over at Mom on her hands and knees, her dimpled ass pointing toward me. I walked over and knelt behind her.
She shivered as I squirted the lubricant on her starfish. I used first one finger then two to spread the lube. I applied it to my cock. I positioned it at her winking brown eye and pressed in slightly. Mom hissed as I slid easily into the tight confines of her bowels. I moved slowly at first, letting her get used to me. Then she began to pump back.
"Take your Christmas present, Tom! Take mommy's ass."
I grasped her hips and began pulling her to me as I thrust forward.
"FUCK! Mom, your ass is incredible."
Her head dropped between her shoulders. She began to thrust back hard, her ass slapping against my crotch.
"Fuck my ass, baby! It's yours. It'll always be yours!"
Mom turned and looked back over her shoulder. Briefly a twinkle replaced lust in her eyes.
"Happy Holidays, Tommy! And many happy returns!"
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