Home for the Holidays by Schaka

Literotic asexstories – Home for the Holidays by Schaka,

I was cleaning out old files and found this story. It’s way early for a Christmas story but I decided to publish anyway.

Chapter 1

Adam Heller pulled off to the side of the driveway leading to his parents’ home. He noted the fresh coat of paint on the house. White gravel bordered the dirt drive. The bushes that bordered the house were leafless but he could see that they were neatly trimmed. He smiled to himself as he recalled the fastidiousness of his parents.

A light snow was falling. He could see the gold glow of the incandescent lights gleaming warmly through the bay windows of the old farmhouse. Multicolored flashing Christmas lights trimmed the windows.

It sat some hundred yards off the road amid stumps of the harvested corn stalks. The house was made of two-foot square beveled granite blocks. For more than 100 years, it had stood like a fortress.

Adam sighed, put the car in gear moved slowly up the driveway. It had been a night like this when he left home. It had been an ugly scene in the kitchen that evening. Many tears were shed and hateful words spoken. He remembered his mother restraining his father from hitting him. He threw whatever he could into an old duffle bag and flew out of the door. He had trudged through blinding snow to the road. A farmer had picked him up and carried him into town. He had caught the interstate bus, vowing never to return. That was 10 years ago.

Kari, his older sister, had tracked him down 5 years later. He was a roughneck on an oil-drilling platform in the Bhota, India. Her email popped up on his laptop. He was surprised how unemotional he was as he read her pleas to get in touch. Over the next few weeks, he received several emails from Kari. He would open them, read and delete them. Then he opened one and there was an attachment. He opened it and saw the smiling faces of the twins.

Tears streamed down his face as looked at the manifestation of him and his sister’s love. They were angels! The email said that despite the strong displeasure of our mom and dad, she named them Kari and Adam Jr. She pleaded with me to come home and visit our little family.

Like most farm kids, sex was no mystery to them. They watched the bull take cow, the horse take the mare and they knew the parts and how the parts worked. From their prepubescent years, in the darkened bedroom they shared, they had compared their parts to the animals.

At first, it was blind groping. Kari was amazed that Adam’s “thing” was so much smaller than the horse’s thing! They progressed to touching. Sometime after his 18th birthday, Adam had his first orgasm when Kari was pulling on his cock to see if it would grow as the horses’ did.

Ultimately, one summer in the hayloft, Adam had mounted Kari as the horse mounted the mare, as the bull mounted the cow. She had pressed back as he thrust forward. The hymen tore and they began their summer of sexual exploration. That exploration had led to Kari’s pregnancy and the revelation to his parents that he was the father.

Now he sat just outside the farmhouse with the engine idling. With a heavy sigh, he turned off the engine. The sharp Michigan wind bit hard into his light jacket as he unwound his muscular 6′ 2″ frame from the car. He shivered as he made his way to the trunk and extracted olive drab duffel bag. He had flown in from India, where he was working a drill in the Bhota region.

With a practiced ease, he flipped the duffel bag onto his shoulder. With his shoulders hunched against the cold, he quick stepped to the back door of the house. Before he could knock, his mother flung the door open, charged down the three short steps to the yard and threw her arms around his neck.

“Oh dear god, thank you, thank you! My baby is home!”

***The four of them, Kari, Adam, Charlene, their mother and Lars, their father, sat at the huge old oak table in the kitchen. The kitchen and table were throwbacks to the days when hired hands ate their noon meal in the farmer’s house. The table could easily seat 12 people with plenty of room for the massive dishes that fueled their labor.

The similarity between his mom and Kari was not lost on Adam. They both had the large, low slung “breeder hips”. Their breasts were large and pillowy. They shared a ruddy, apple cheeked complexion and startling strawberry blond hair.

“Look son, Lars stammered, what… what happened was….!

He stopped. His hands flapped uselessly in the air. He looked to Charlene to finish what he could not.

Charlene reached across the table and covered Adam’s large rough hand with her own chubby hand.

“Baby, we want us to be a family again!” She squeezed his hand and looked around the table. Lars was inspecting his hands as if he had just discovered them. Kari beamed, her large breasts heaving as she tried to contain her excitement.

“We want you and Kari to raise our grandchildren!”

Adam smiled lovingly at his mother. If it only it was that easy. If only his father’s acceptance of he and his sister’s incestuous relationship were the answer. He knew his mom had ulterior motives. He knew from the tightness of her grip on his hand, from the way she had plastered her body against him outside, that she wanted to resume their special relationship.

***In the same summer that Adam and Kari explored their sexuality, Charlene Heller had noticed her son was filling out. At first, she observed him with that inner pride only a mother can know. A pride that from her womb this strapping example of a man gestated and been born.

Charlene brought cold water to her son. He was cleaning the barn in the 90+ heat. It was a dirty filthy job but it had to be done so hay could be stored for the winter. She came upon him as he stood shirtless in the barn, covered in dirt, straw and sweat. She marveled at how his muscles rippled with each shovel full he tossed in the wheelbarrow. She was surprised as little thrills shot through her body.

Jason turned and saw his mother standing in the shadows just inside the barn door. Her thin cotton dress let the bright summer sunshine through it, outlining her body. The similarity between his mother and his sister struck him. The main difference was that his mom’s breasts hung large resting on her belly.

“Lawd, thank you, mom!” He strode to her, retrieved the dipper from the galvanized bucket and took a long satisfying gulp. He refilled the dipper and poured it over his head, relishing the cooling effect.

Charlene’s emotions overwhelmed her as she watched the water streak in rivulets through the sweat and dirt on her son’s body. The thrills she felt earlier became a throbbing between her thighs. The barn seemed to move. She felt herself falling. The bucket clattered to the floor, spilling it’s contents over her.

Adam grabbed his mom as she fainted. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to a large bale of hay. His face displayed his concern as watched her shallow breathing. He noticed her dress was soaked where the water soaked it and her panties. It made her clothes transparent. Adam could just see the dark outline of her pubic thatch. He unbuttoned the top few buttons of her dress to give her air.

As he stood to go call his father and sister, his mom grabbed his arm.

“Don’t leave me, Adam. I’ll be fine in a minute!”

“Ok, mom, but I should go get dad!”

“Please, baby, don’t worry him! He has enough on his mind! It’s just the heat. Let me lie here a bit and I’ll be fine!”

Against his better judgment, Adam did as she asked. He noticed that the pail still had some water in it. He grabbed his tee shirt from the stall railing and soaked it in the remaining water. Adam mopped his mom’s brow with the damp cool tee shirt. He watched as her eyes fluttered and then steadied.

Charlene recovered quickly from her brief fainting spell. Now she looked up into the concerned look on her son’s face. She felt the dampness as the water streamed off her face and neck, soaking her dress. Idly she loosened more buttons to get the clammy dress away from her body, exposing her bra. Charlene placed a hand on son’s thigh in an effort to sit up. Inadvertently, she also gripped his cock.

Adam started as his mom’s hand gripped his cock through his jeans. For brief moment, their eyes met. Charlene’s hand flexed several times. Adam’s cock grew at this unexpected attention. He looked and saw the tee shirt in his hand was soaking his mother’s bra.

Breathlessly, Charlene looked down at her soaked bra. She released her son’s thigh; she grabbed the front clasp of her bra and unhooked it, allowing her 48D tits to tumble out. Almost without thinking, Adam touched them. Horrified at his action, he tried to snatch his hand away but his mother’s hand covered his, holding it in place.

“It’s ok, Honey, it’s ok!”

With one hand, Charlene again massaged her son’s cock through his jeans. She felt out of body. It was as though she was floating above looking down at this tableau. That disinterested third party watched her son leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth. It watched as he hungrily suckled as he had so many years before. It watched as his hand slid under her dress and down to her cotton pantied pussy. The disinterested third party watched as her back arched as her son’s fingers invaded the heated box of her dripping wet pussy.

“Oh fuck, mom, I want you so much!”

“Unzipped your jeans. I want to feel you.”

Adam quickly unzipped his jeans and let them drop to the floor. He lay down head to toe, next to his mom. He pulled her partially unbuttoned dress up around her waist. He hooked his thumbs in her panties and pulled them down.

He froze and moaned as Charlene took him in her mouth. His head dropped to her lap where he inhaled the heady fragrance of his mother’s over heated cunt.

Charlene sucked hungrily on her son’s massive cock. It had been years since she sucked a cock. She was a teenager in the back of a hay wagon. She could not remember his name. Lars never allowed her to suck his cock. He thought it was degenerate.

Now, 20 years later, she felt the hardness of a man’s cock in her mouth. And she liked it!