A mom-son Christmas – Chapter 5

A mom-son Christmas – Chapter 5

Thank you, Son, she said, smiling even broader. “That makes me happier than I think you realize to hear.”

My mind was muddy with arousal, but I still realized there was some significance to those words. There was also the way she kept calling me “Son”, like she wanted to remind me, or perhaps herself, of our relation to each other.

Mom only needed to slide her hands up and down my shaft for a few more strokes before I could feel myself getting close to coming.

M-mom, I tried to warn her. But it was too late and I came with a groan, squirting semen right at her face.

I opened my eyes to find drops of white, translucent fluid running down her face and dripping down on the floor.

Fuck! I’m so sorry, Mom. I shou- To my surprise, Mom interrupted my apology with an amused chuckle.

There’s no need to apologize. Mmm… you made a real mess though, didn’t you, Son? she purred. I had been right. This really was turning her on.

Please don’t think this is weird, she said, scoping up some of the cum that was running down her face with her fingers and then, to my great surprise, putting it in her mouth. “Mmm… you taste wonderful as well…” she said, moaning softly as she tasted my seed.

She continued cleaning up the worst of the semen, swallowing it with obvious pleasure while watched in disbelief. When she had gotten most of it she slowed down and seemed to regain her senses, eventually stopping. Apparently content to let the rest of my mess be where it was, clinging to her face.

Mom met my gaze, looking more hesitant and vulnerable than a moment ago.

I’m sorry. I got a bit carried away. I’m not sure what you must think of me, getting turned on by my own son… She looked away with shame in her expression.

What I think is that that was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, I said, truthfully. “You really have nothing to feel bad about, Mom. To… To be honest I’ve been fantasizing about you since forever…”

It seemed she was taken aback by my confession. She turned back to face me with clear disbelief in her eyes.

R-really?

Yes, Mom. How could I not? You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met, and the fact that you’re my mother just makes it… Well, maybe I’m a bit strange, I confessed.

You’re not strange, she insisted with a frown, tugging my cock for emphasis. “Not any stranger than me, anyway. God, if I’d known you felt that way… I’ve been feeling so bad for wanting to fuck my own son.”

If my head wasn’t spinning enough before, that did it.

So… we both… want this? I asked, for some reason having trouble grasping the situation.

I know I do, Mom replied with a smile. “And you still need my help, don’t you?” she said, nodding toward my still hard cock. “Let Mommy help you with that.”

She bent forward this time, putting her lips on the head of my cock. I felt like I was going to pass out from pleasure as she slowly pushed forward, letting her warm lips wrap around the head until they closed around my shaft. She took another inch or two of my cock before she pulled back, sliding back and forth and using her tongue to stimulate me inside her mouth.

That feels amazing, Mom. Fuck… you’re so fucking hot… I breathed.

It’s my pleasure sweetie, she said with a smile, before she returned to sucking.

She changed up her technique, pulling off and licking my head and then my shaft, sliding her tongue all over my aching cock. Then she leaned forward and took me inside her mouth again, but much more of my length than before. She continued shoving herself forward, letting me slide down her throat, producing small gagging noises as she did.

Small, quiet moans escaped her lips between the wet sounds of her sucking, which only made the whole thing hotter. Mom stopped trying to take me further down her throat for a moment, taking some time to breathe. She met my eyes smiling same loving, motherly smile I had seen so many times before.

Without a word she got back to it, this time with more gusto than before. I put my hand on the back of her head, and pushed along with her. In a few tries she managed to swallow my full length, putting her nose hard against my stomach. Her attempt to speak only sent vibrations along my member, stuffed down her throat. No girl had ever managed, or even tried, to do that.

I shivered with pleasure as she held that position for a few moments, until she pulled back to breathe. As she gasped for air I felt another orgasm coming.

I-I’m going to come, I got out. In time, this time.

Instead of pulling away, Mom quickly leaned forward to engulf my cock between her lips once again. That final bit of stimulation sent jets of my cum exploding into her mouth. I took a firm hold of her head as my semen unloaded into her, to the cacophony of our shared moans.

A few gulps later she took my cock out of her mouth to show me, with her tongue out and mouth gaping wide, that she had swallowed all of it. My own mother. Fuck… was all I the thought I could muster.

She giggled at my wide eyed expression.

I take it you liked that? she teased.

…yeah.

Mmm… And all this because of that old cunt, she chuckled. I assumed she meant Margret. “She said she was going to seduce you, you know? I think that’s how this all started. Looks like I beat her to it,” Mom said gleefully.

Wow… she said that?

Hey! Mom warned.

Hah, don’t worry, Mom. You are way prettier than she is, I said, putting on my best smile.

Hmmph. Okay then, she said.

Son… she started. “What we just said. What you told me about… wanting me… If you want to take it back I-”

No, I said with determination. “I don’t. I know it’s fucked up, but I’m extremely attracted to you, Mom.”

Thanks, she said softly, looking at me lovingly. “You better not regret that when I fuck your brains out,” she said with a mischievous grin.

I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I just grinned back at her like a fool.

Hey! It’s gone down a bit, hasn’t it? Mom said, looking at my dick. It had.

Yeah, it does feel a lot better now. I grinned. “Thanks, Mom.”

No worries, darling. I assume I’m going to have to help you out a few more times before the effect wears off though, she said and stood up. She leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek.

I’m looking forward to it, she whispered, sending a jolt through my half-flaccid cock.

Mom walked over to the kitchen and cleaned herself up. I pulled up my pants and for the first time in an hour or so, I felt like I could relax.

I followed Mom after a moments thought. Just because my dick was satisfied didn’t mean I was, or necessarily that she was. There were so many fantasies that I wanted to act out.

I think it might be time to eat soon, I commented innocently.

Oh, yeah, Mom answered. “I’d completely forgotten about the time. I’ll just get the food out of the fridge and we’ll-”

That’s not what I meant, I interrupted, taking hold of her arms and pushing her back against the kitchen counter.

Before she could object I got down on my knees and slid my hands in under her dress. Using the long slit in it I quickly pulled the dress up over her waist and folded the excess material in behind her, placing it between her and the counter.

Nick! she exclaimed. “Wh- what are you doing?”

What? Didn’t I tell you? I’m going to eat you out, Mom. You’ve raised me better than to accept a blow job without reciprocating, I stated, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

She visibly quivered at my words. I smiled and took hold of her black lacy panties with my fingers, pulling them down. Mom didn’t resist and stepped out of the flimsy piece of underwear with one foot as I brought it down to her feet, giving me unrestricted access to her well shaved pussy.

She was already very wet, and looked very inviting. I kept myself from going straight for the prize though and started kissing her inner thighs.

Oh, god… oh, god… she moaned.

We can’t do this, she complained. “I’m your mother…”

She didn’t resist in the slightest though, and even put her hand on my head, carefully trying to guide it to the longing wet spot between her legs. That only made me more determined to tease her. I continued my kissing up above her crotch, traveling up to her belly button and down again only to go right back to her thighs.

Unngh, she groaned in frustration. “Please…”

I gave in. I was aching to taste her myself.

Now, I wasn’t exactly a pussy-eating master, but I did know some techniques. In my fantasies I always used all I knew to satisfy my mother, impressing her with my prowess. But as I plunged into her moist and swollen sex, all such thoughts disappeared.

I licked, sucked, and ground my mouth over her vagina without any semblance of thought behind it. Holding my hands around her waist and ass I simply pressed myself against her and lapped up her abundant juices. I was instantly hooked on her taste.

Aahnngg! Ah! Fuck! she groaned, shivering and panting as she watched her only son ravish her cunt.

I slowed down a bit, coming to my senses after the initial excitement of getting to eat out my mother. I licked the length of her slit one more time, sending another shiver through her, before I lowered my head to get into a better position. I then pushed my tongue up, finding her entrance and probing it as far as I could, effectively fucking her with my tongue.

God yes! Hnng… she groaned.

I kept up my prodding, working my tongue in and out of her.

We shouldn’t be doing this, she moaned. “It’s soo wrong. I’m your mother.”

I’m your mother, I’m your mother… she continued, chanting the phrase while holding on to my head, pulling me toward her sex. I would have smiled at how kinky she was turning out to be if my mouth wasn’t already busy.

I pulled out my tongue and returned to licking between and around her pussy lips. I snuck two digits into her wet hole, fingering her while I lapped her folds. She was quite clearly getting close to orgasm and I sped up my pace to match her arousal.

I payed extra attention to her clit, licking over it in broad strokes and running my tongue in approximate circles around it. She was breathing fast, pushing me against her even harder and tilting her head back with the pleasure of it all.