I Want My Mother for Christmas, #01
All Michael wanted for Christmas is his mother, Elizabeth.
I Want My Mother for Christmas, #01

All that Michael wants for Christmas is his mother, Elizabeth.

"All I want for Christmas is my two, front teeth..."

All Michael wants for Christmas is mom's two, big breasts...and her red, full lips, her shapely ass, her red, bushy pussy, and her naked body.

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Counting the days, twenty-four-year-old Michael couldn't wait for Christmas. As if it was a dream or a sexual fantasy that may become his worst nightmare, he decided to make his move on his forty-eight-year-old mother, Elizabeth, on Christmas Eve night. Making his intentions clear, with not so subtle hints, he bought his mother sexually inappropriate Christmas gifts.

With her having a two glass limit before becoming tipsy, and a three glass limit before becoming drunk, he hoped to get her tipsy if not drunk with champagne. He bought two bottles of the bubbly and aligned them in an oversized ice bucket that fit the two bottles of champagne to chill. Having never seen his mother drunk, he was curious to know what kind of drunk she'd be.

Would she be funny? Would she be belligerent? Would she be sexy? Would she no longer care how she sat? Would she continually flash her panties in upskirt peeks when cross, uncrossing, and/or sitting with her knees parted? Would she flash him down blouse views of her cleavage and her bra when leaning forward? Wondering what she'd do or say after having had too much champagne, he hoped she'd be as sexy as he was horny.

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His mother, Elizabeth, is tall, 5' 9" tall. Nearly as tall as him when she's wearing her high heels, with him 6' 2" tall, she's his perfect height. She's beautiful. She has long, lush, red hair, big, beautiful, blue eyes, and freckles. With her having not too many freckles and not too little, but just the right amount, Michael loved his mother's freckles.

Something that always gets his focused attention as soon as she walks in a room, Liz has enormous, Irish milkmaid, double D cup breasts, and a shapely ass. Michael has a thing for redhead, older women with big tits and freckles. He has a thing for his mother, Elizabeth. Adoring her, he loves his mother.

After lusting over her for six, long, frustrating years, since he became a man at eighteen-years-old, with his mother no longer having a man in her life, he needed to know if she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Foolish of him to think that his mother would have sex with him, he hoped she would. Perhaps, if he got her drunk enough, she'd let down her inhibitions and give him what he wanted.

This was it. This was finally it. A longtime coming, today was the day that he was going to make his feelings known to his mother. Christmas eve was when he was going to make an inappropriate pass at her.

He needed to know if she had inadvertently or deliberately teased him by continually flashing him upskirt peeks of her sheer, white panties. How many times can he see her pussy mound, her camel toe, her pussy slit, and her big patch of her red, bushy pubic hair before wanting to kiss her while touching and feeling her through her clothes?

He needed to know if her continued up nightgown peeks of her red, bushy pussy was accidental or deliberate. He wondered if she had unintentionally flashed him down blouse views of her long line of sexy cleavage and her low-cut bras. Then, when leaning over him to serve him food or pour him coffee, he needed to know if she had accidentally flashed him down nightgown views of her naked breasts, her areolas, and her erect nipples or had deliberately flashed him.

Because of his MILF of a mother, he had become a masturbation machine. Every morning, he masturbated over imagining his mother naked. Every night, he stroked himself over imagining having sex with her. Every day, he masturbated three and four times over the forbidden thoughts of his mother having an incestuous relationship with his mother.

He had seen enough upskirt peeks of her panties, up nightgown peeks of her naked pussy, down blouse views of her cleavage and bra, and down nightgown views of her naked tits to want to see his mother naked. He had seen enough peeks, flashes, and views of her to want to have sex with her beautiful, naked body. Daring himself to do so, after she flashed him so very many times, returning the favor of her exhibitionism with his exhibitionism, he wanted to dick flash his mother but he didn't dare.

Nonetheless, if he did dick flash her, curious for her reaction to see his erect, naked cock, he wondered if she'd look at his naked, erect cock. He wondered if she'd stare at his big dick. He wondered if she'd look away in embarrassment and in shame. Then, hope beyond hope, he wondered if she'd reach out and take him in her hand to stroke him before taking him in her mouth to suck him. As much as he'd love her to masturbate him, he'd love her to blow him.

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Forget about opening thoughtful presents wrapped in holiday, pretty paper with bows and colorful ribbons, the only gift that Michael wanted was his mother, Elizabeth. While making out with her, as if unwrapping an expensive Christmas present, slowly removing her clothes, he wanted to undress his mother. He wanted to strip her naked while touching and feeling her shapely body everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his naked mother.

Again, something he had been dreaming of receiving, and her giving, the only gift that he wanted was his mother. The only gift that he wanted to see in front of the Christmas tree or under the tree was his mother posing for him while naked. Nothing else mattered, after checking off his holiday list that he had been good for his mother instead of being naughty, now he wanted to be naughty with his mother. All that he wanted for Christmas was her.

Going beyond what was appropriate, twenty-four-year-old Michael was in love with his forty-eight-year-old best friend, the woman of his sexual dreams and erotic fantasies, his mother, Elizabeth. He couldn't wait to celebrate Christmas with her, his soulmate, the love of his life, and his hoped-for sexual lover, his mother. All he wanted for Christmas was to see his mother without her clothes and to have sex with her naked body. All he wanted for Christmas was to make out with his mother while making love to her before fucking her.

"Merry Christmas, Mom," he said as soon as he walked into the living room.

Instead of her changing into her nightgown, she still dressed in her blouse and short skirt. With him ready for bed, hopefully with his mother, he had already changed into his pajama bottoms without underwear. On his way to getting an erection, his big dick already showed its bulging presence.

Wanting to show her what he really wanted for Christmas, he wished he had the audacity to give his mother a deep, wet kiss instead of giving her a kiss on her cheek. He'd loved to make out with her while feeling her big breasts and fingering her erect nipples through her blouse and her bra. Then, while kissing her, giving her no doubt what he wanted, he'd love to reach up her short skirt and cup her pussy through her panties.

With her sitting on her favorite chair, he'd love to step closer to her, pull his big dick out from his pajama bottoms, put a gentle hand behind her red, pretty head, and stick his cock in his mother's mouth. He'd love for her to blow him. He'd love her to stroke him while sucking him. He'd love to cum in her beautiful mouth. Only, he'd never defile her in that disgusting way by forcing her to give him oral sex. Even though he'd love for her to blow him, he'd never force her to suck his cock.

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Taking a big chance that he'd ruined everything between them, he told her he loved her many times before, of course, but not like this, never like this, not romantically, and surely not sexually. Having no idea how she'd feel about his illicit confession, she may be shocked to learn that he loved her not as a son loved his mother but as a man loved a woman.

Having no idea how she'd feel by his honest and open and honest confession, she may be shocked to learn that he wanted her in such a forbidden way. Yet, just as she may be shocked to know that he sexually wanted her, he may be disappointed to know that she may not sexually want him.

'I love you, Mom,' he wished he could say while giving her a deep, wet kiss. 'I want you, Mom,' he wished he could confess while making out with her, touching, and feeling her everywhere through her clothes and where a son should never touch and feel his mother. 'I want to have sex with you, Mom,' he wished he had the courage to confess while undressing her. 'What I want for Christmas is you.'

Yet, tired of carrying an unrequited torch of romance in his heart, he needed to know one way or the other if she felt the same way about him as he felt about her. Nervous and questioning his own feelings, and second guessing his emotions, desires, and intentions, he felt the way that a man must feel when down on one knee, holding up the ring, and asking a woman to marry him. Only, this woman wasn't any woman. This woman was his mother.

Moreover, he wasn't asking her to marry him, he was asking her for sex, incestuous sex. Not knowing how she'd respond to his inappropriate Christmas wish, he felt the way that a man must feel when waiting for the woman he just proposed to say yes or no. If there was a Santa Claus, he could only imagine what Santa would say. If there was a Santa Claus, he'd be placed on Santa's naughty list for the rest of his perverted life for wanting to have incestuous sex with his mother.

"I beg your pardon? Perhaps I misheard you, Michael," he imagined Santa saying with Michael sitting on his lap. "Did you just confess to Santa that what you want for Christmas is to have sex with your mother?" Instead of saying, "Ho! Ho! Ho," Santa would surely say, "No! No! No!"

Yet, just as ridiculous for someone to understand that Michael wanted to have sex with his mother as his Christmas gift, it would be even more bizarre for his mother to grant him his incestuous wish. It was one thing for a son to incestuously lust over his mother sexually but it was something else entirely for a mother to lust over her son. More common for a son wanting to see his mother naked and have sex with her naked body, it was the rare mother who allowed her son to see her naked and have sex with her naked body.

He had no idea how she'd react to his strange Christmas request. Chances are, she wouldn't understand his sexual attraction to her. Chances are, she'd be embarrassed, mortified, and angry. Chances are she'd wonder what she did wrong in bringing up her son. Chances are she'd want to take him to a psychiatrist to have his head examined. Yet, saving a glimmer of hope and wishing against all odds, he hoped that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.

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'She loves me. She loves me not,' he thought as if he was pulling pedals from an imaginary flower. 'She wants to see me naked as much as I want to see her naked. She wants to suck me as much as I want to lick her. She wants to make love to me as much as I want to make love to her. She wants to fuck me as much as I want to fuck her,' he thought.

After already having told her what he wanted for Christmas, he hoped she'd grant him his Christmas wish. Just as he hoped she'd accept him as her lover, he hoped she wouldn't reject him as her paramour because he was her son. Taking the chance to tell her how he felt on this special night, Christmas Eve, she looked at him as if she already knew his inappropriate, sexual intentions and what he meant by wanting her for Christmas.

Only, just guessing how she felt, unless he could read her mind, which he couldn't, he had no idea what she was thinking. All that he could do was to wonder if she was sexually thinking of him in the way that he always sexually thought of her. If it wasn't enough that she may reject him and not grant him his Christmas wish, she may ask him to leave her house. If it wasn't enough that he lost his ex-girlfriend to his father over sex, he didn't want to lose his mother over sex too. Nonetheless, he had to try.

'I want you, Mom,' he thought whenever he was with her. 'I have to have you. Please, Mom. I beg you to have sex with me.'

Hoping his positive, romantic, and incestuous thoughts would penetrate his mother's being, her brain, her soul, and sway her to feel the same way sexual way about him, he silently chanted to himself whenever he was with her.

'I love you. I want you. I need you. I love you. I want you. I need you,' he thought over and again. 'I love you. I want you. I need you.'

Yet, with him feeling romantically differently about her than other women his age, nonetheless his strong romantic feeling that he held for her, he didn't want to marry her or even date her. Too weird for him to think of having that kind of a matrimonial or steady dating relationship with his mother, of course he didn't want to marry and/or date his own mother. Yet, if the thought of dating and/or marrying his mother wasn't weird enough, he just wanted to see his mother naked. He just wanted to have incestuous sex with her.

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While kissing her, French kissing her, he wanted to touch and feel her through her clothes. While kissing her, French kissing her, he wanted to strip her naked and touch and feel every part of her naked body. Unprepared for her to reject him, not ready to take no for an answer, he wanted to see her without her clothes as much as he wanted her to see him without his clothes. He wanted to have sex with his mother.

A sexy, forbidden sight he longed to see, he wanted to see, touch, and feel his naked mother everywhere a son should never see, touch, and feel his naked mother. He wanted his naked mother to see, touch, and feel him everywhere a mother should never see, touch, and feel her naked son. He wanted to make love to her before fucking her. Wanting to give her multiple orgasms with his fingers, his mouth, and his cock, he wanted to watch and hear her cum.

'Oh, Michael,' he imagined his mother's eyes bulging with sexual passion. He imagined her mouth falling open, her arching her back, and stiffening her long, legs while he continued fucking his mother. 'I'm cumming. Michael. I'm cumming. Mommy is cumming,' he imagined her saying.

He imagined his mother tightly wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around her back.

'Don't stop, Michael. Please don't stop. Fuck me faster. Fuck me harder. Fuck me, Michael. Fuck me,' she said. "I'm cumming. Mommy is cumming."

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Yet, treading on thin ice, the last thing he wanted was to insult her, offend her, pressure her, and/or make her feel uncomfortable in her own house. The last thing he wanted was to ruin the good mother and son close relationship that they enjoyed. The last thing he wanted was for her to think him a pervert for wanting to see her naked and for wanting to have sex with her. A real conundrum, yet a chance he was willing to take, he didn't know how else to let her know how he felt about her without telling her and risking them splitting apart.

Chances are, in the way that he looked at her and with him always with her, instead of dating other women, she may already know how he perversely felt about her. Chances are, in the way that she looked at him and with her always with him, instead of dating other men, he suspected and he hoped that she felt the same loving way about him. Yet, chances are she doesn't feel the same way about him that he feels about her. Chances are, she'd reject him, not grant him his Christmas wish, and not have sex with him.

Yet, with incestuous sex between them forbidden, what are the odds that she'd feel the same way about him that he felt about her? With naked, physical contact between them deemed inappropriate, what are the odds that they'd come together sexually? No matter how much he wanted to have sex with his mother, it took her to agree to want to have that type of relationship with him, too. Alas, in the way that he sexually wanted her, a viable possibility, she may not sexually want him.

Perhaps going a bit too far, unless he told her, she may not know that he'd willingly finger and lick her pussy to orgasmic pleasure. She may not know that he wanted to give her multiple, sexual orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock. Unless he told her, she may not know that he'd love for her to stroke his stiff prick, suck his erect cock, allow him to ejaculate his cum in her mouth, and watch her swallow his cum. She may not know that he wanted her to give him multiple orgasms with her hand, her mouth, and her pussy.

If there was one woman that he was dying to have sex with, it was Elizabeth, his best friend, who unfortunately was his mother. With his father deserting his mother after marrying Michael's ex-girlfriend, he was home alone with his mother. With his mother without a boyfriend and him without a girlfriend, and them not even dating anyone anymore, this may be his best chance to sexually seduce his mother. Hopefully, she was just as horny and sexually frustrated as he was.

He lost count how many times he masturbated while imagining sexual scenarios of them intimately coming together. He lost count how many times he masturbated while imagining his mother in her sexy nightgowns, in her low-cut bra, bikini panties, and/or topless. He lost count how many times he masturbated over imagining his mother naked and him having sex with her. He lost count how many times he sexually fantasized and dreamt about having sex with Elizabeth, his MILF of a mother.

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While masturbating himself, he imagined one sexy, incestuous, sexual scenario after another. Caught in a blizzard, a life or death tragic event, he imagined them trapped alone in a ski lodge after experiencing an avalanche. Barely making it to safety, the doors and windows of the building were buried in twelve feet of heavy wet snow and ice. Having skied for their lives, they managed to barely beat the avalanche before it buried them. Had they not made it to shelter, they would have been buried alive.

With their clothes soaking wet, he imagined that they had to remove their clothes and hang them over the fire to dry. He imagined they had to sleep naked together beneath wool blankets that were left behind. With no reception on the cell phones, they were trapped and doomed to die.

Alone and naked with his naked mother, his imagined, sexy scenario didn't get any better than this one. Somehow, he forgot about the blizzard outside and the threat that they may not make it home alive. With him naked with his naked mother, he didn't care and, seemingly, she didn't care either.

After imagining the power being knocked out by the storm, he imagined having to cuddle one another to keep warm. He imagined spooning his naked mother and her spooning him. While holding her and hugging her, he imagined touching and feeling her in all the forbidden places that he had sexually fantasized of touching and feeling her. While holding her, hugging him, and pressing her naked body up against his naked body, he imagined his mother touching and feeling him in all the places that he had sexually fantasized of her touching and feeling him.

While thinking that they were going to die from the cold and/or from hunger, abandoning their preconceived and forbidden notions of having incestuous sex with one another, he imagined his mother consensually responding to his sexual touches. If he was going to die, at least he'd die sexually satisfied. When he felt and fondled her breasts while fingering her nipples, he imagined her willingly holding and voluntarily fondling his erect cock. When he fingered his mother's pussy while rubbing her clit while hoping to get her to cum, he imagined her stroking his erect prick while hoping to get him to cum.
After fingering and licking his mother's pussy, imagining giving her a sexual orgasm with his fingers and tongue, he imagined her stroking and sucking his stiff prick and giving him a sexual orgasm with her mouth and hand too. It was so sexually exciting to imagine eating his mother's pussy before imagining her giving him a blowjob. In the way that he imagined his mother having an orgasm, he imagined cumming in his mother's mouth, and her swallowing his cum too.

Then, continuing his sexy scenario, as if this was the last time they'd be having sex with anyone before they died. He imagined they made love before fucking one another. He imagined his mother giving him instructions on how to make her cum. He imagined his mother screaming out his name in orgasmic pleasure.

'Michael. Oh, my God, Michael. That's it. Right there. Don't stop. Fuck me harder. Fuck me faster. You're going to make me cum, Michael. You're going to make mommy cum,' he imagined her saying.

Fucking his mother faster, he fucked her harder. Michael pounded his mother's pussy.

'Michael! Michael! I'm cumming,' he imagined her saying. 'Mommy is cumming.'

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Another one of his favorite, incestuous scenarios, he imagined them traveling together and having to take the last room available in a motel that only had one, full-sized bed to share. He lost count how many times he masturbated over the thoughts of them sleeping together in the same bed. Instead of sleeping in a chair or on the floor, the gentlemanly thing to do, and as he volunteered to do, he imagined his mother inviting him and insisting that he share the bed with her. Always imagining sleeping with his mother, he couldn't believe his dream, hopefully, was about to come true.

Not wanting to wrinkle his clothes as his pretense to undress, normally sleeping in the nude, he imagined sleeping in his underwear and his mother sleeping in her sexy nightgown. During the night, with him peeking beneath the covers to see what he could see of her from the light from his cell phone, he imagined her nightgown rising to her waist and exposing her shapely, naked ass. Then, when she turned to sleep on her back, peeking again, he imagined her exposing her red, bushy pussy to his horny, incestuous eyes.

Beyond being tempted to play in the Devil's incestuous playground, biding his time, he listened to her breathing while waiting until she was sound asleep to sexually touch her. He imagined cuddling her and spooning her as she slept. Then, once she fell fast asleep, he imagined gently feeling her naked ass, stealthily fingering her naked pussy, and sticking his horny hand down her nightgown top to feel her naked breasts while fingering her erect nipples.

'Oh, my God. I can't believe I'm feeling up my mother,' he thought while stroking himself faster and harder. 'I can't believe I'm touching and feeling my mother's naked ass and her naked breasts while fingering her nipples and fingering her pussy.'

Cuddling and spooning her as she slept, he imagined stealthily removing his underwear during the night. He imagined rubbing his erect, naked cock all over his mother's firm, naked ass. Making the most of this fantasized, incestuous, sexual opportunity, he imagined pressing the head of his engorged prick against the back of his mother's moist pussy. He imagined her responding to him in her sleep by pressing the back of her wet pussy up against his erection.

Not stopping there, with her already wet, as his mother slept or pretended to sleep, he imagined gently easing the head of his cock in his mother's cunt. Gently sliding his stiff prick inside of her increasingly wet pussy, he imagined slowly humping her while trying not to awaken her. He imagined deliberately, willfully, and forbiddingly making love to his mother from behind. Then, once she was soaking wet and his engorged cock was deeply seated inside of her, he imagined fucking her in her sleep.

As if he was really having sexual intercourse with his mother, wanting to give her a sexual orgasm with his dick, he imagined fucking his mother fast and hard. Yet, waking her up with his fast and hard humps but too late for her to do anything about it now, he imagined continuing to fuck her doggie-style. Now that she was awake and was more of a participant in their incestuous sex than a spectator, he imagined mounting her and banging her fast and hard while hanging onto her big tits.

With him imagining having sex with his mother in a motel room one of his favorite scenarios to masturbate over, he imagined fucking his mother and her fucking him. He imagined giving her an orgasm with his cock. He imagined her returning his fast and hard humps with her fast and hard humps. He imagined cumming in his mother's warm and wet cunt.

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Still not stopping there with those aforementioned favorite, imagined, incestuous scenarios, he fantasized and masturbated over another sexy scenario. While calling out her name as he stroked his cock faster and harder, with her thinking that there was something wrong, he imagined his mother opening his bedroom door without knocking and catching him stroking himself. With him talking out loud while playing with himself, he wanted her to know that he was masturbating over the thoughts of having sex with her.

'Oh, my God,' he thought. 'How sexually exciting for my mother to catch me masturbating? Even more sexually exciting than her catching me stroking my prick, how sexually exciting it would be for her to hear me calling her name while I was cumming? Elizabeth, I want you. I need you. I need to have sex with your naked body,' he imagined saying while continuing to stroke himself harder and faster.

Closing his eyes as soon as she barged open his bedroom door, he pretended that he didn't know she was standing there watching him masturbate. Instead of hiding his erect prick from her, he continued stroking himself in front of her as she watched. He imagined his mother wanting to watch him playing himself and cum as much as he wanted her to see him playing with himself and cumming, too.

He imagined opening his eyes just enough to see her. He imagined her staring at him stroking his erect prick while watching him cum. He imagined her feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples through her blouse and bra while watching him masturbate. He imagined her sticking her other hand up her short skirt and down her white bikini panties to masturbate herself while watching him masturbating himself.

Then, as soon as she finished pleasuring herself, and as soon as he shot a load of cum all over himself, he imagined her taking his erect prick in her hand before taking him in her mouth. Stroking him while sucking him, he imagined cumming in her mouth. Once he had an erection, he imagined her stripping off her clothes and mounting him. He imagined his mother making sweet, slow love to him before fucking him fast and hard.

'Oh, my God, if only, she'd give me my Christmas wish, I'd never ask for anything ever again,' he thought. 'If only my mother would have sex with me, I'd be so happy.'

With her big tits bouncing up and down and swaying side to side, he imagined reaching his horny hands up to harness her naked breasts in his big hands while returning her fast and hard humps with his fast and hard humps. Then, turning her over and mounting her, he imagined making his mother his sexy bitch in the way that she made him her boy toy by fucking her and pounding her pussy doggie style.

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Imagining one last sexy, sexual scenario, he imagined returning the favor of her bursting in his room while he was masturbating. He imagined barging in his mother's bedroom door without knocking and catching her masturbating, too. In the way that he masturbated in front of her unembarrassed and unashamed, cock for cunt, he imagined her continuing to masturbate herself in front of him while unembarrassed and unashamed.

'Oh, my God,' he thought. 'In the way that I'd love for my mother to catch me masturbating and cumming, I'd love to catch her masturbating and cumming too.'

With her knees spread wide apart, he imagined her exciting herself with her vibrator before fucking herself with her dildo while fondling, feeling, and fingering with her naked breasts. Showing him how to masturbate a woman and specifically how to masturbate her, he imagined watching her feel her naked breasts while fingering her erect nipples as she rubbed her clit and finger fucked her pussy. Before asking her if she needed his finger, his tongue, and/or his cock, he imagined watching and hearing her cum.

'Oh, God. Oh, my God. Oh, Michael. I'm cumming. Mommy is cumming,' he imagined his mother saying while staring at him staring at her. 'Watch me cum, Michael. Watch me cum.'

While continuing to masturbate himself, he imagined staring at his mother's naked body. He imagined staring at her big tits and her erect nipples. He imagined staring at her red, bushy pussy. He imagined her fingering her nipples while rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy.

'You're so beautiful Mom,' he imagined saying to his mother.

He imagined her making eye contact with him and smiling. Then, he imagined her surprising him with what she said next.

'Stick your prick in my mouth while I'm cumming, Michael,' he imagined her saying. 'I need to suck you. Perhaps, I can get you to cum, too. Perhaps, we can cum together and at the same time,' he imagined her saying.

Michael imagined sticking his erect prick in his mother's mouth. He imagined her stroking him while sucking him and while continuing to masturbate herself with her other hand. He imagined her stroking him faster and sucking him deeper. He imagined her giving him the best blowjob of his young life.

'I'm ready to cum, Michael. I'm cumming. Mommy is cumming,' he imagined her saying after temporarily removing his cock from her mother to speak. 'Cum for me, Michael. Cum with me. Ejaculate your cum in my mouth while I have my orgasm. I need to swallow you,' he visualized her saying.

He imagined unloading a huge load of cum in his mother's mouth just as she had her orgasm. Then, as soon as he removed his prick from her lips, he envisioned exploding a second load of cum all over his mother's pretty face, in her natural, red hair, and across her enormous, double D cup breasts. While his mother swallowed his first load of cum, he imagined giving his mother a cum bath with his second load of cum.

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Unsure if he missed or imagined her sexual hints. Yet, whether real or imagined, it was sometimes hard to read her because he was so close to her and so biased of his sexual feelings for her. Because she was not only his mother but also his best friend and not his lover, risking their friendship along with their close mother and son relationship, he was taking a big risk in soliciting her for sex. He hoped she sexually wanted him in the same way that he sexually wanted her.

Her continuing to flash him down-blouses of her cleavage and bra, down-nightgowns of her naked breasts, up-skirts of her white panties, and up-nightgowns of her naked pussy, he couldn't even tell if she was deliberately flashing him or inadvertently flashing him. In the way that he was an incestuous voyeur, he hoped that she was an incestuous exhibitionist. If only his mother would make the first incestuous move, he'd make all the rest of the sexual moves. If only his mother would show him that she wanted him as much as he wanted her, he'd be the happiest son on Earth.

He'd love nothing more than to take their friendship and their mother and son relationship to the next, incestuous level and make it more of a sexual relationship. He'd love nothing more than to be sexually intimate with his her. He'd love nothing more than to see her in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked. He'd love nothing more than to sexually touch her and feel her while kissing her. He'd love nothing more than to have sex with his mother.

'She loves me. She loves me not. She sexually wants me. She sexually wants me not,' he thought while hoping that she did want him in that forbidden way.

Knowing that his mother loved him as a dear and trusted friend, he knew she loved him as a mother loves her son. Yet, he wondered if his mother could love him as her lover in the way that he could love her as his lover. As sexually exciting as it was to think of her being his lover, it was even sexually devastating to think of her rejecting him.

He'd be overcome with sadness if she didn't want to have sex with him. He'd be overwhelmed with sexual frustration if she didn't grant him his Christmas wish. In the way that he wanted to have sex with her, he hoped that she wanted to have sex with him. In the way that he wanted to give his mother sexual pleasure with his fingers, his mouth, and his cock, he hoped she wanted to give him sexual pleasure with her hand, her mouth, and her pussy.

'Even though it's obvious that she loves me as her best friend and as her son, perhaps, she'd never want me as her lover. Perhaps, she'd never allow me to see her in her panties and bra, topless, and/or naked. Perhaps, she'd never have sex with me because I'm her son,' he thought.

He wondered what her reaction would be to him asking her to be his sexy, sexual Christmas gift. He wondered what her reaction would be to him soliciting her for sex on Christmas Eve of all nights. Curious to know, needing to know, he wondered if she'd say yes or no.

'I want you. I love you. I have to have you, Mom,' he thought.

Going over it again in his head, he needed to know if she sexually felt the same way about him that he felt about her. Perhaps, jeopardizing their friendship and their close mother and son relationship, she'd be deeply hurt, offended, insulted, humiliated, and uncomfortable that he wanted her in that forbidden way. He hoped that she wouldn't be devastatingly hurt, offended, and/or uncomfortable that he dared solicit her for sex, especially on all nights, Christmas Eve.

The last thing he wanted to do was to ruin her Christmas holiday. The last thing he wanted to do was to ruin her life by disclosing that he was an incestuous pervert while hoping that she was an incestuous whore. The last thing he wanted to do was to say the wrong thing for her not to grant him his Christmas wish. Only, he didn't know how else to go about it other than to tell her what he wanted for Christmas was to see his mother naked and to have sex with her naked body.

Reluctant to confess how he sexually felt about her, again, he just hoped that he didn't ruin the close connection, the deep affection, and the solid attachment they enjoyed by asking his mother for sex. As much as he'd be hugely disappointed if she refused to have sex with him, he'd be heartbroken if she sexually rejected him. Yet, even worse than that, he'd never forgive himself if he was to blame for ending their friendship and/or their close mother and son relationship.

A big leap of faith to carry across the imaginary line of incest, he'd be crushed if she didn't want anything to ever do with him again. Yet, he needed to know how she truly felt about him. He needed to know if she'd have sex with him in the way that he wanted to have sex with her. He needed to know if she was as sexually attracted to him as he was to her. Taking a chance, while hoping it was well worth the risk, he persevered.

# # #

"Thank you," she said when he said she looked pretty. "Merry Christmas, Michael," she said, usually calling him Mike but not on this day of peace on Earth.

Glad that she encouraged him to call her Elizbeth and called him Michael, he hoped was an encouraging sign. As if he had just met her instead of having known her all his life, now that he had the image of her naked on his horny mind, he felt awkward around her when he never felt that way before. Having successfully hidden his lust from her for six, long, and frustrating years, with his attraction for her hitting him hard, he looked at her with unveiled lust now.

She returned his look of lust with her look of love, kindness, understanding, and compassion. Not the looks he had hoped to receive but at least she wasn't angry with him for looking at her in that inappropriate way. Unless he was misreading her and he hoped he wasn't, he hoped that she had been thinking about him in the way that he always thought about her.

With them both lonely, they were both sexually frustrated. What better way to erase their loneliness and erase their sexual frustration by having sex with one another? Hoping they were on the same page, and at that same, forbidden, incestuous level, he hoped that they were about to have sex with one another for the first time. He hoped she'd sexually make him the happiest man in the world by giving him the chance to sexually make her the happiest woman in the world.

With their age of no consequence to him, he didn't care that she was twice his age while he hoped that it wouldn't matter to her that he was half her age. What did age matter when they were in bed naked, humping, sweating, and having forbidden sex? With incest of no consequence to him, he didn't care that she was his blood related mother. If anything, having sex with his mother was more sexually exciting than having sex with any other woman.

# # #

'This is it. This is really it. This is finally it. After already having told her what I wanted for Christmas was her, tonight, I'm finally going to make a sexual pass at her. I'm going to confess my inappropriate love and sexual lust for my mother.

'Something that no son should ever do with his mother, I'm going to solicit her for sex,' he thought. 'In the way that I want to finger her, lick her, make love to her, and fuck her, if she affirmatively responds to me, I'm going to ask her to stroke me, suck me, make love to me, and fuck me, too.'

Michael imagined asking his mother to have sex with him. What would she say? What could she say? She could only say yes or she could say no. With him having fifty-fifty odds and having more to win, a gamble that he was willing to take, what did he have to lose?

He imagined her turning him down, calling him a pervert, and taking him to have his head examined. Then, he imagined her wanting to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her. He imagined his mother, Elizabeth, as his forbidden lover.

'Now or never, forever kicking myself if I don't, I need to make my sexual move. I need to finally make my sexual intentions and my sexual feelings known. I need to make my mother my woman. I no longer want to be just her best friend and/or just her son. I want to be her lover,' he thought while looking at her with nervousness and filled with self-doubt.

Not wasting precious time with conversation as he always did before when sitting with her, then regretting not making a sexual move on her later, something special was in the air. Feeling so right, tonight was the night. Maybe because it was Christmas Eve and with them surrounded by Christmas decorations, the warmth from the fire, and with the snow silently falling outside, he couldn't have picked a more romantic moment if he had tried.

As if it was kismet, fate, and/or their destiny, it was as if they both knew what was about to happen. Hopefully in tune with one another, as if the angels were smiling down on them, he hoped that they were both on the same page. All he wanted for Christmas was to see his mother without her clothes and to have sex with her. Then, when their eyes met, as if she wanted him as much as he wanted her, the mood was magical.

Obviously, while sitting on the couch together across from the fireplace, in the way that she looked at him, he surmised that she wanted to be kissed. She wanted him to kiss her. His mother wanted him to kiss her in the way that he wanted to kiss her. Obviously, in the way she looked at him, he surmised that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Befitting that this should happen on Christmas Eve, in the way that she looked at him and leaned into him as if to cuddle, he hoped that she was ready for this romantic moment as much as he was.
When she slouched down closer to him while staring up at him, he hoped that she wasn't just tired. Then, when she leaned closer up against him, the warmth of his mother's body felt good against him. When she closed her eyes, hopefully in anticipation of his kiss, he hoped she was asking him to kiss her. He hoped she was asking him for more than just a peck but for a long, wet kiss, a French kiss. He'd love nothing more than to part his mother's lips with his tongue.

'I'd love nothing more than to French kiss her while feeling her through her clothes,' he thought.

He stared down at his beautiful mother resting beside him with her eyes closed.

'Not rushing things or ruining things, after waiting so very long to kiss her, I need to find the right moment. Not rushing things or ruining things after waiting so very long to make my move, I need to take my time. I need to be patient. I need to wait for her to want to be kissed and touched. I need to make sure that she wants me as much as I want her,' he thought.

Then, when he didn't kiss her, she looked up at him with her big, expressive, blue eyes as if she was expecting him to kiss her and waiting for him to make his sexual move by kissing her. Without doubt, unless he was misreading her look by his ever-present horniness and incestuous lust for his mother, she looked up at him as if she wanted to be kissed. She looked up at him as if she was expecting him to take her in his arms and make her his woman. She looked at him in the same sexually, incestuous way that he looked at her.

Feeling like a failure, with him the aggressive man and her the submissive woman, it was up to him to make the first, sexually, romantic move. It was up to him to kiss her. It was up to him to take her. It was up to him to make his feelings known by kissing her while feeling her through her clothes. Just as it was up to her to accept him or reject him as her lover, it was up to him to make his move to make her his woman and his lover instead of his best friend and his loving mother.

With no turning back now, this was the moment that he'd forever regret if he didn't kiss his mother. This was the moment that he'd regret if he didn't part his mother's lips with his tongue. This was the moment that he'd forever regret if he didn't feel her big breast through her blouse and bra while kissing her. This was the moment he'd forever regret if he didn't stick his hand up his mother's short skirt and move his hand between her shapely thighs and cup her pussy through her panties.

'Do it! Just do it,' he thought. 'Kiss her. Kiss your mother. She wants you to kiss her. With everything to gain, what do you have to lose? Judging her by how she's looking up at you, she's begging you to kiss her. Kiss her, you fool. Kiss her. Kiss your mother. Part her lips with your tongue and French kiss your mother,' he thought while staring at her in the way that she was staring at him.

He continued staring at her while she continued staring at him. This was it, the moment of no return. This was it, the moment before opening Pandora's Box of sex between mother and son. Once they crossed this incestuous line, they could never return to how things were before. Once they crossed this forbidden line, they'd either be lovers or at odds with one another.

'Touch her while kissing her. Feel her while kissing her. Judging her by how she's looking up at you, she's begging to be kissed, touched, and felt. Kiss her, touch her, and feel her, you fool. Kiss, touch, and feel your mother,' he thought while trying to summon the courage to kiss and feel up his mother. 'Do it. Just do it.'

To be continued...
I Want My Mother for Christmas, #02
Michael give his mom, inappropriate, sexual gifts for Xmas.
I Want My Mother for Christmas, #02

Michael gave his mother, Elizabeth, inappropriate, sexual gifts for Christmas.

I Want My Mother for Christmas, Reviewed, Revised, Rewritten, and continued from #01:

'This is it. This is really it. This is finally it. After I already told her what I wanted for my Christmas gift was her, tonight, I'm finally going to make a sexual pass at her. I'm going to confess my inappropriate love, sexual lust, and forbidden desire for my mother. I'm as nervous as I am excited,' he thought.

'Something that no son should ever do with his mother, something as nasty as it is forbidden, I'm going to solicit my mother for sex, incestuous sex,' he thought. 'In the way that I want to finger her pussy, lick her cunt, make love to her, and fuck her fast and hard enough to make her cum, if she affirmatively responds to me, I'm going to ask her to stroke me, suck me, make love to me, and fuck me, too.'

Michael imagined asking his mother to have sex with him. He wondered what she'd say? What could she say? She could only say yes or she could say no. There was no maybe with a mother and her son having sex, either they did have sex or they didn't have sex. With him having fifty-fifty percent odds, and having more to win, a gamble that he was willing to take, what did he have to lose?

On the bad side, he imagined her turning him down, calling him a pervert, and taking him to have his head examined. On the good side, he imagined her wanting to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her. He imagined his mother, Elizabeth, as his forbidden lover.

'Now or never, forever kicking myself if I don't, not having any regrets, I need to make my sexual move with my mother. I need to finally make my sexual intentions and my sexual feelings known to her. I need to make her my woman. I no longer want to be just her best friend and/or just her son. I want to be her lover,' he thought.

He looked at her with nervousness and filled with self-doubt. Not wasting precious time with conversation as he always did before when sitting with her, then regretting not making a sexual move on her later, something special was in the air. Feeling so right, tonight was the night. Maybe because it was Christmas Eve and with them surrounded by Christmas decorations, the warmth and glow from the fire, and with the snow silently falling outside, he couldn't have picked a more romantic moment if he had tried.

As if it was kismet, fate, and/or their destiny, it was as if they both knew what was about to happen. Hopefully, with mother and son in tune with one another, as if the angels were smiling down on them, he hoped that they were both on the same page. All he wanted for Christmas was to see his mother without her clothes and to have sex with her. Then, when their eyes met, smiling at one another, as if she wanted him as much as he wanted her, the mood was magical.

While sitting on the couch together across from the fireplace, in the way that she looked up at him, he surmised that she wanted him to kiss her. Hoping that he wasn't misreading her, his mother wanted him to kiss her. She wanted to be kissed. Clearly, and without a doubt, his mother wanted him to kiss her in the way that he wanted to kiss her.

In the way she looked at him, a look that he hoped he wasn't mistaking, he surmised that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. The night before Christmas, it was befitting that this should happen on Christmas Eve. In the way that she looked up at him and leaned into him as if to cuddle, while resting her head on his chest, he hoped that she was ready for this romantic moment as much as he was. Surely, she could hear his heart beating faster by the closeness of her sexy and shapely body.

Then, when she slouched down closer to him while staring up at him, he hoped that she wasn't just tired. When she leaned closer up against him, the warmth of his mother's body felt good against him. She closed her eyes, hopefully in anticipation of his kiss.

He hoped that she was asking him to kiss her. He hoped that she was asking him for more than just a peck but for a long, wet kiss. He'd love nothing more than to part his mother's lips with his tongue and French kiss her. Something that a son should never do, Michael would love to make out with his mother.

'I'd love nothing more than to French kiss her while feeling her through her clothes,' he thought.

He stared down at his beautiful mother resting beside him, with her head on his chest, and with her eyes closed.

'Not rushing things and ruining things, after waiting so very long to kiss her, I need to find the right moment. Not rushing things and ruining things after waiting so very long to make my move, I need to take my time. I need to be patient. I need to wait for her to want to be kissed and touched. I need to make sure that she wants me as much as I want her,' he thought.

Then, when he didn't kiss her, she looked up at him with her big, expressive, blue eyes as if she was expecting him to kiss her and waiting for him to make his sexual move by kissing her. Without doubt, unless he was misreading her look by his ever-present horniness and incestuous lust for his mother, she looked up at him as if she wanted to be kissed. She looked up at him as if she was expecting him to take her in his arms and make her his woman. She looked at him in the same sexually, incestuous way that he looked at her.

Feeling like a failure, with him the aggressive man and her the submissive woman, it was up to him to make the first romantic move. It was up to him to kiss her. It was up to him to take her. It was up to him to make his feelings known by kissing her while feeling her through her clothes. Just as it was up to her to accept him or reject him as her lover, it was up to him to make his move to make her his woman and his lover instead of his best friend and his loving mother.

With no turning back now, if he didn't kiss her, he'd forever regret not kissing his mother. This was the moment that he'd regret if he didn't part her lips with his tongue. He'd forever regret if he didn't feel her big breasts through her blouse and her bra while kissing her. If he didn't stick his hand up his mother's short skirt, move his hand between her shapely thighs, and cup her pussy through her panties, he'd be sorry.

'Do it! Just do it,' he thought. 'Kiss her. Kiss your mother. She wants you to kiss her. With everything to gain, what do you have to lose?'

With her arm wrapped around him, she pressed herself against him.

'Judging her by how she looked up at you, she's begging you to kiss her,' he thought. 'Kiss her, you fool. Kiss her. Kiss your mother. Part her lips with your tongue and French kiss her,' he thought while staring down at her in the way that she stared up at him.

This was it, no turning back now, this was the moment of no return. The moment before opening Pandora's Box of sex between mother and son. Once they crossed this incestuous line, they could never return to how things were before. Once they crossed this illicit line, they'd either be lovers or at odds with one another.

'Touch her while kissing her. Feel her while kissing her. Judging her by how she's looking up at you, she's begging to be kissed, touched, and felt. Kiss her, touch her, and feel her, you fool. Kiss, touch, and feel your mother,' he thought while trying to summon the courage to kiss and feel up his mother. 'Do it. Just do it.'

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I Want My Mother for Christmas, #02

Yet, making his incestuous move was a risk that he may soon have to undertake to test their physical and, hopefully, sexual attraction. He needed to know if she'd return his deep, wet kiss with her deep, wet kiss. Having no idea, filled with hope, he wondered if she would reciprocate his inappropriate passion with her forbidden passion.

While kissing her, French kissing her, and making out with her, he wondered if she'd allow him to touch, feel, and fondle her through her clothes. Having never kissed her on her lips before, he wouldn't know until he tried kissing her, parting her lips with his tongue, and French kissing her. While making out with her, he wouldn't know how she'd react to him touching and feeling her where he should never touch and feel his mother until he touched and felt her. He didn't have a clue if she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

'Today is the day. Today is the day that I find out if my mother wants to have sex with me as much as I'd love to have sex with her,' he thought to himself. 'Now or never, I'm ready to make my move to sexually seduce my mother.'

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Something that his father, her boyfriend, or her lover would give his mother but not her son, never her son, he wanted to give his mother multiple orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock for Christmas. He'd love to see and hear his mother cum. Only, she didn't have a husband, a boyfriend, or a lover. Except for him, she didn't have a man in her life. He not only wanted to be her son but also, he wanted to be her man, her sexy boyfriend, and her lover. Michael wanted to have sex with his mother.

Again, something that his divorced father, her boyfriend, or her lover would give his mother as a gift for Christmas, he watched her open her present from him, a pink, rabbit vibrator. Daring himself to do so to show her his sexual intentions, he bought his mother a masturbation toy for Christmas. Hoping she'd like it, testing the waters of her sexuality, he hoped she'd appreciate his gesture to seduce her. He hoped his mother would masturbate herself with his gift while thinking of her son naked and having sex with him.

"Oh, my God, Michael," she said with a laugh and a blush. "What is this?

She laughed again while holding up his gift to her and smiling over at him.

"Is this what I think it is," she asked with a laugh? "Oh, my God," she said with a sexy laugh. "You bought your mother a vibrator," she said laughing again. "How very thoughtful, I think," she said laughing again? "Thank you for the sex toy."

Once again, something that his divorced father, her boyfriend, or her lover would give his mother for Christmas but not her son, he watched her open her next gift, a big, black, flexible, silicone dildo. The dildo was huge, and the size that any man, black or white, would love to have as their long and thick member.

"Michael! Oh my God. You bought me another sex toy," she said with a laugh while holding it in her hand. "This is so big," she said with another laugh. "Thank you, I think," she said.

In the way that he wished she'd wrap her long, manicured fingers around his hard cock and slowly stroke him, she wrapped her fingers about her big dildo while stroking it up and down and laughing. Then teasing him, she moved it up to her mouth and pretended that she was sucking a big, black cock. While wondering if his mother sucked cock, his prick hardened watching her give a feigned blowjob. He'd love her to suck his cock. He'd love to cum in her beautiful mouth.

# # #

Finally, her last gift, he bought her something else that was sexually inappropriate for a son to buy his mother. Yet again, something his divorced father, her boyfriend, or her lover would give his mother for Christmas, he watched her open her last gift, a short, sheer, sexy, low-cut, very expensive, blue nightgown, her favorite color. As if staring at her prom dress or her wedding dress, she stared at her nightgown. He watched her slowly slide her hand beneath the nearly see-through material before looking up at him with a blush of embarrassment.

Then, she held it up to herself and looked down at herself. As if she was holding the Emperor's, non-existent, new clothes, able to see right through it, she smiled. Michael could clearly see the buttons of his mother's blouse through her transparent and sexy nightgown.

"It's so beautiful, Michael," she said. "I love it. Only, and sadly, I don't have anyone to wear it for," she said looking at him with gloom and bravely smiling.

'You could wear it for me,' I thought but didn't say.

She looked at her son with embarrassment. Obviously, if she modeled her nightgown for him, she'd show him every part of her beautiful, naked body. If she dared wear his present in front of him without having the modesty of wearing a robe over it, he'd see her as if she was naked. She blushed by how sheer and virtually see-through; it was.

Then, surprising him and catching him off guard, a look of sexual arousal flashed across her face as she looked at her son and smiled at him. Betraying her look of embarrassment, he wondered if she was thinking of wearing his Christmas gift for him. He'd masturbate himself for the rest of his life if he saw his mother wearing this nightgown without having the modesty of wearing a robe over it.

"Michael," she said, holding her nightgown up to her chest. "This is so beautiful, but it's so sheer," she said with an embarrassed, little laugh. "I love it. I do," she said.

Pleased that she loved his Christmas gift; he imagined her wearing it. He smiled at his mother and stared at her while undressing her with his eyes as if she was already wearing his gift. He loved to see his mother wearing his nightgown. He hoped she'd model it for him.

"Try it on, mother," he said goading her while hoping that she'd wear her nightgown for him. "I'd love to see how it looks on you," he said with a smile while daring her to wear his sexually inappropriate gift in front of him.

She slid a slow hand beneath the thin material of the nightgown again before looking up at him. Another look of sexual arousal flashed across her face. As if daring herself to wear this nightgown for her son, she gave him a sexy laugh and a naughty smile.

"I bet you would. I'd love to model this nightgown for you but I'm afraid that I'd show you all that you should never see of your mother," she said with another sexy, little laugh. "I'm sorry but it's not for you to see."

# # #

He stood from his chair to retrieve one of the two bottles of champagne from the ice bucket. He opened it with a pop without spilling any. Then, he walked over to his mother with a flute and poured her a glass of champagne. He waited for the bubbles to recede, before filling her glass with more bubbly.

"Perhaps, after a couple glasses of champagne you'll find the courage to model your nightgown for me," he said, teasing her and tempting her. "I'd love to see how it looks on you, mother."

She laughed and blushed.

"I bet you would," she said again. "If I have too much champagne, I may come out of my bedroom naked," she said with another laugh.

Then, as if she was thinking about do it, she surprised him by what she said next.

"I bet you'd love to see your mother without her clothes. In the way that you're always staring at me while undressing me with your eyes, I bet you'd love to see me naked," she said with a sexy laugh while giving him another naughty smile.

While imagining her without her clothes, Michael smiled over the thought of seeing his mother naked. With her starting this sexually, inappropriate conversation between mother and son, he dared himself to say what he was thinking.

"Your Christmas gift to me, I'd love to see you without your clothes, mother," he said while surprised that he had the courage to say that. "I'd love to see you naked. At the very least, I'd settle for you modeling my sheer and sexy, low-cut, Christmas gift."

She laughed.

"Michael. Oh, my God. I'm your mother," she said with a little laugh while softly scolding him. "You must never see me naked. I'd be so embarrassed."

She stared down at the nightgown again.

"I'm sorry but, as much as I can't wait to try it on and to see how it looks on me, I can't model this beautiful nightgown for you. It's too sheer," she said.

She slowly shook her head side to side as if she was considering wearing her nightgown for her son.

Michael laughed.

"I'd be sexually excited to see you wearing my gift, mother," he said.

She held up her champagne glass to toast him.

"I bet you would," said with a sexy laugh and a naughty smile.

She teased him with what she said next.

"Maybe later," she said. "Here's to you seeing me modeling your nightgown and me being too drunk to care," she said with a laugh.

# # #

'I'd love my mother to strip off her clothes and try this nightgown on in front of me, he thought. 'Only, what was he thinking, unless she was drunk, she'd never undress in front of him? She'd never allow him to see her without her clothes. She'd never wear this nightgown in front of him. Morally modest, his mother wasn't an exhibitionist whore.'

Then, again, what was she thinking? In the way that she looked at her nightgown and smiled up at him, was she thinking of undressing in front of me, he wondered? Was she thinking about wearing this sexy, sheer nightgown in front of me without having the moral modesty to wear a robe over it? My sexual fantasy coming true, and something that I'd masturbate over for the rest of my life, I'd love for her to wear my Christmas gift.

'The reason why I bought it while hoping that she would, I'd love to see my Mom wear this sexy, sheer nightgown in front of me,' he thought again. 'I'd love to see her nearly naked ass, her nearly naked breasts, and her nearly naked pussy through this virtually see-through, sexy nightgown.'

Then, as if she was already wearing it and modeling the nightie for him, she held it up to her over her clothes and stood in front of him. Seemingly unable to help herself, she gave her son a sexy smile and a naughty look. Assuredly unable to help himself, Michael stared at his MILF of a mother while imagining her wearing her nearly transparent nightgown in front of him, and without the modesty of wearing a robe over it.

Undressing her with his eyes, he stared at her as if she was already naked. Undressing her with his eyes again, he stared at her as if she was already wearing his Christmas gift. He imagined her wanting to model her nightgown for him as much as he'd love to see her wearing his Christmas gift. He imagined her wanting to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her.

As if she was already modeling her sexy nightgown for him, he imagined seeing the size, the shape, and the outline of her huge, naked breasts. He imagined seeing her dark pink, round, and symmetrical areolas. He imagined seeing her lighter pink, erect nipples. Then, imagining seeing his mother's cunt, he imagined seeing his mother's red, bushy pussy through the nearly transparent material of her nightgown.

While holding the nightgown behind her, she turned and teased him by leaning at the waist to show him how his sexy nightgown looked from behind. He imagined seeing the shape of her round, firm ass, and her ass crack. Mesmerized by the thought of her wearing it and hypnotized by the vision of her wearing it, he imagined how his mother would look in her sexy, sheer nightgown. He'd hoped that she'd drink enough champagne to model the nightgown for him.

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"It's beautiful, Michael, and it's blue, my favorite color," she said. "Thank you," she said leaning into him to give him a peck on the lips.

His mother kissed him. She kissed him on his lips. Surprised that she kissed him on his lips, she had never kissed him on his lips before.

"It's so sheer,' she said. "It's so sexy," she said.

She stared down at the image of her hand beneath the revealing material again before staring up at him with a sexy smile and a naughty look.

"I could never wear this in front of you without a robe, Michael. You'd see everything," she said. "I'd be so embarrassed," she said with another look of sexual arousal instead of showing another blush of embarrassment.

While sipping her champagne, already on her second glass, she gave him another sexy laugh and a naughty look.
Michael stared at his mother still holding the nightgown up to her while wondering what she'd look like just wearing a nightgown without wearing her skirt, blouse, bra, and panties underneath. He stared at her as if she was his girlfriend and/or his lover instead of his mother. He stared at her with forbidden lust that a son should never have for the woman who birthed him and raised him to be the horny and perversely perverted man that he is today.

"I love you, Mom," he said.

Something that he's never done before, he did now. With the champagne working its magic, and her working on her third glass of champagne, he stood, took her in his arms, lifted her to a standing position, and kissed her on her lips. Instead of giving her just a peck on the lips, he gave her a longer kiss. Then, when she returned his kiss with her kiss, he parted her lips with his tongue, stuck his tongue in her mouth, and French kissed his mother.

Not stopping there, he lowered his hand from the top of her hips to slide over her skirt clad ass. He not only felt her shapely ass through her skirt but also, he squeezed her firm ass. When she didn't stop him by slapping his hand away, he reached down, lifted the back of her skirt, and felt her ass through her panties while he continued kissing his mother and feeling her panty clad buttocks.

"Michael. Oh, my God. Stop that," she said.

No doubt, the champagne delayed her reaction to him kissing her and inappropriately feeling her. She took a step back. Unable to hide his sexual excitement, he looked at apologetically, and she looked at him sexually aroused.

"Oh, my God. You French kissed me. Then, you felt my ass. You must never kiss me in that way and you must never touch and feel your mother in that sexually forbidden way," she said.

Michael stared down at the rug with shame.

"I'm sorry, mom. Please forgive me. It must have been the champagne," he said.

Instead of telling her how he truly felt, he wished his mother a Merry Christmas.

"Merry Christmas, Elizabeth," said Michael returning to his seat next to his mother on the couch.

'I French kissed my mother,' he thought. 'I parted her lips with my tongue, stuck my tongue in her mouth, and French kissed her. Then, I felt and squeezed her ass. I'll be masturbating over French kissing my mother and feeling her ass later tonight.'

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Beaming by her loveliness, he surprised even himself by calling her by her first name instead of calling her mom, mommy, or mother. He imagined her wearing her nightgown, she'd looked so pretty and so sexy in that revealing nightgown,' he thought. Something that they did every year, so that they could relax in bed the next morning, they exchanged gifts the night before, on Christmas Eve.

'I'd love nothing more than to relax in bed with my mother on Christmas morning. Only, she'd never allow me to share her bed. Yet, instead of just thinking that she looked pretty and sexy, I need to tell her that she looked pretty and sexy,' he thought.

He stared at her with love and incestuous lust before voicing his compliment.

"You'd look so pretty and so sexy wearing that nightgown, mom," he said, reverting to calling her mom again instead of Elizabeth.

An understatement to how he truly felt about his mother and about her appearance, especially if she dared to wear that immodest and immoral nightgown in front of him, again, he imagined her modeling it for him. The reason why he bought it, he imagined seeing all that he wanted and needed to see of his naked mother through the sheer material of her nightgown while in the bright light of her bedroom. Only, no doubt wearing it for someone else, he knew his mother would never wear that sheer and sexy nightgown for him.

In the way that he'd love to expose himself to his mother, he knew she'd never expose herself to him. Yet, he needed to do something to seduce her. He hoped the champagne would do the trick.

He hoped his mother would become intoxicated enough to not only model the nightgown but also not care that he was seeing her nearly naked. He hoped she'd invite him to sleep with her in her bed. His Christmas gift to him, he'd love to have sex with his MILF of a mother.

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The first time for everything, he couldn't believe he called her by her first name. Always respectfully formal of her before, he only called her mom or mother, once in a while he called her mommy. With her an older woman, and him a younger man, they had a twenty-four-year age difference. With him always respectful of her, this was his first time calling her by her first name.

As if she was his girlfriend or his lover instead of his mother, it felt odd to say her first name aloud. Yet after graduating college and until he found a job, with them both adults, they lived together as man and woman instead of as mother and son. Thankful for that, at least he found a job working from home writing computer code for a software company.

Then, surprising him, seemingly enjoying him calling her Elizabeth, she insisted that he call her by her first name instead of calling her mom.

"I like it when you call me by my first name," she said with a smile. "Call me Elizabeth, Michael, instead of mom or mother, and never call me mommy," she said with a little laugh.

Then, she surprised him by what she said next.

"Let's pretend we're adults, boyfriend and girlfriend, perhaps, instead of mother and son," she said.

He looked at her surprised that she wanted him to call her by her first name. He looked at her shocked that she suggested that they pretend that they were boyfriend and girlfriend instead of mother and son. A role that he could play, he'd love to be her boyfriend instead of her son. He'd love her to be his girlfriend instead of his mother.

"Okay, Elizabeth," he said, not questioning her motives. "Sure, I can do that. We can even pretend that we're boyfriend and girlfriend. I'd like that. Then, you'd have no problem trying on your nightgown in front of me," he said with a laugh.

She returned his laugh with her laugh.

"I don't know about that, Michael. Maybe, after you pour me another glass of champagne and turn the lights off, except for the Christmas tree, I may consider modeling your beautiful Christmas gift," she said with a sexy laugh.

Michael stood and opened the second bottle of champagne with another pop. He poured his mother her fourth glass of champagne.

# # #

Now, when he dreamt about her and sexually fantasized about her while masturbating himself, he'd be calling her Liz, Beth, or Elizabeth instead of mom or mother, and never mommy. Only, continuing to call her mom or mother, even though she wanted him to call her by her first name, a hard habit to break, he continued calling her mom and mother.

As if he had already been sexually intimate with her, it sexually excited him to call his mother by her first name. Elevating his status from her son to that of her boyfriend or her lover, every time he called her by her first name, he imagined kissing her and making out with her while touching and feeling her through her clothes. He imagined slowly undressing her, stripping her naked, and having forbidden sex with his mother.

"After I divorced my husband, your dad, and now that we've moved to a different city and bought this beautiful, new condo, no one needs to know our business," said his mother. "No one needs to know that we're mother and son," she said, giving him a sexy, embarrassed smile. "After your father took up with your whore of an ex-girlfriend, this is our chance to start our life anew," she said.

'What? What did she mean? No one needs to know that we're mother and son? Interesting that she would say that. Why would she say that,' he wondered?

He looked at his mother while puzzled by her thinking.

'Why shouldn't our neighbors know that we're mother and son? He wondered if his mother shared his ulterior motive in not wanting anyone to know that they were mother and son. Perhaps, she wanted her neighbors to think they were husband and wife, boyfriend and girlfriend, significant others, or lovers,' he thought. 'How hot would it be to play that sexy, sexual game with my mother?'

He returned her smile with his smile while thinking again of Elizabeth as his girlfriend, significant other, or lover instead of his mother.

"Okay, Elizabeth," he said, obviously enjoying saying her name.

She looked at him differently whenever he called her Elizabeth. She looked at him as if he was her boyfriend instead of her son. Then, shocking him into a sexual fantasy of his naked mother in bed with him, she voiced what she was thinking and what she was thinking was what he was thinking, too.

"Especially with me looking younger and you looking older," she said with an embarrassed laugh. "With no one being the wiser, we could pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend, or husband and wife, she said with a pause and a sexy smile. "Or lovers."

'What? Or lovers? Is my MILF of a mother suddenly thinking what I'm thinking. Definitely, the champagne had not only loosened her tongue but also erased her inhibitions. I'm so glad that I bought his champagne,' he thought.

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Not having to be a psychic to read the look on his mother's face, she blushed by the obvious thought that her son was her lover. Perhaps reading more into it but as if he wasn't her son and she wasn't his mother, she looked pleased that he called her by her first name. He'd love nothing more than to be his mother's lover.

He'd love nothing more than to whisper sweet nothings in his mother's ear. He'd love nothing more than to kiss her and make out with her while touching and feeling her everywhere through her clothes where a son should never touch and feel his mother. He'd love nothing more than to be naked and in bed with his MILF of a mother.

He'd love to give her oral sex, make love to her, and fuck her. He'd love her to stroke him, suck him, make love to him, and fuck him, too. This was his Christmas gift that he wanted her to give him. He wanted his mother for Christmas.

With her filling his mind with this ruse, he was ready to fool the other residents of the condominiums. Not having them think of them not as mother and son, but as boyfriend and girlfriend, husband, and wife, or as lovers, he'd love nothing more than to deceive his new neighbors. This was a game that he could definitely play.

Besides, not thinking of her as his mother, he more thought of her as an of older woman, a MILF, someone else's mother that he'd love to fuck. If only she'd allow him to have sex with her, he'd have sex with her. If only she'd willingly, voluntarily, and consensually agree to have sex with him, he'd be so happy. Hopefully, with her now knowing what he wanted, hopefully the champagne will ease the way.

'I'd love to be my mother's lover instead of her son. I'd love Liz to be my girlfriend instead of my mother. How hot would it be to live with my mother as husband and wife,' he thought.

# # #

Their first time hopefully having sex, he was nervously excited with sexual anticipation. This wasn't an older woman he picked up at the bar and invited home. She was his mother and he was his son.

What he wanted from her wasn't normal sex but incestuous sex. What he wanted from his mother was to see her without her clothes while touching and feeling her naked body everywhere. What he wanted from her was for her to be his lover in addition to her being his mother and him being her son.

Shocking her by telling her what he wanted for Christmas, he wondered if she was really going to go through with granting him his one, Christmas wish. He wondered if she'd not only allow him to see her naked but also allow him to have sex with her naked body as his Christmas gift. Yet, a good sign, he hoped that he read her look correctly.

In the way that she looked at him, she now knew what he was thinking. She clearly knew that he wasn't kidding. After he French kissed her while feeling her ass through her clothes, no longer shocked, she already knew his sexual intentions. Only, he found it hard to read his mother. Encouraging him instead of admonishing him, she gave him a soft smile and a come hither look on this night before the Lord's birthday, Christmas Eve night.

At the time, obviously oblivious to son's incestuous, sexual attraction, it all started when Elizabeth innocently asked her son what he wanted for Christmas. Instead of telling her that he needed socks, underwear, pajamas, a book, a gift card, or a new video game, he seemingly surprised her with his answer. Answering his mother's loaded question with his inappropriate, sexual response, it all started when Michael told his mother what he wanted for Christmas was her.

"What would you like for Christmas, Michael," she asked? "Here it is Christmas eve and you still haven't told me what you want for Christmas. Except for the few things that I bought you, I haven't given you anything that you want for Christmas," she said.

She smiled.

"Tell me. What do you want for Christmas. I can order your gifts from Amazon. Unfortunately, you won't have it delivered until after Christmas," she said.

Only, what he wanted wasn't available on Amazon. What he wanted was here sitting beside him. He wanted her. He wanted his mother for Christmas.

She smiled at him with her big, blue, beautiful eyes. She tucked a fallen strand of her shoulder length, red hair behind her ear while waiting for him to respond. With his mind overwhelmed by the thought of his unexpected answer, he stared at his mother.

She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. She was so shapely, and she had such big tits. There wasn't anything that he wanted more than to see his mother without her clothes, and to have sex with her beautiful, naked body.

As if this was all just a dream or a sexual fantasy, he dared himself to confess his sexual attraction to her. There was only one thing that he wanted for Christmas, and what he wanted was her. He looked at her with love. He looked at her with incestuous lust. He looked at his mother as if she was already sitting there naked.

Daring himself again to say what he truly wanted and how he truly felt about her, he had been sexually attracted to her and desperately lusting over her for years, ever since he turned 18-years-old. Finally, while hoping that she'd get it and take him seriously, he was going to tell her again what he wanted for Christmas. Hopefully, with her granting him his wish, his lust for her would come to fruition.

"I already told you what I want for Christmas, Elizabeth," he said with a dirty laugh. "What I want for Christmas," he said, pausing for effect and to look at her while undressing her with his eyes again.

He stared at her as if she was standing before him as if she was wearing his nightgown. He stared at her as if she was in her sexy bra and panties. He stared at her as if she was topless. He stared at her as if she was standing before him naked.

"Yes, Michael. Tell me. Any thing. I'll give you anything you want," she said, giving him a wide smile.

If she wasn't beautiful enough before, she looked even more beautiful when she smiled.

"What would you like for Christmas," she asked him again?

Pretending that this was a dream or a sexual fantasy, what did he have to lose by telling his mother that he wanted her for Christmas? She'd either grant him his wish or she wouldn't. She'd either give him sex or she wouldn't.

"What I want for Christmas Elizabeth is," he said with a pause. "What I want for Christmas is you, Mom," he said. "I want you."

As if he had just complimented her, she laughed while giving him a warm smile.

"Me? What do you mean, you want me for Christmas? Bless your heart, Michael," she said.

She beamed him a broad smile before laughing again.

"You already have me, honey," she said with a smile. "Besides what kind of gift is that?"

She waved a hand of disbelief while crossing her long, shapely legs and flashing him a quick peek of her bright, white panties.

"Impossible to rid yourself of me, you'll always have me in your life," she said.

Oblivious to his answer, obviously, she didn't understand what he meant by wanting her as his Christmas gift.

# # #

He imagined his mother as his willing and consensual, sexual Christmas gift. He imagined her naked but for a red bow diagonally tied across her body in the way of a beauty pageant sash. He imagined his mother giving herself to him to sexually use her in any physical, intimate way that he wanted. He imagined her being as salaciously solicitous of him as he wanted to be with her.

Treading on thin ice, once again, he was ready to tell her what he wanted for Christmas was to have sex her. He was ready to tell his mother that, as his solitary Christmas gift, he wanted to hold her, kiss her, touch her, feel her, fondle her, and have sex with her. He wanted to finger and lick her pussy. He wanted to make love to her. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to give her multiple, sexual orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock.

This was it. This was really it. This was finally the moment that she'd accept him or reject him as her lover. Whether this was real, a dream, or a sexual fantasy, going for broke, he was ready to solicit his mother for sex.

He was ready to tell his mother that he wanted to make love to her before fucking her. He was ready to tell her that he wanted to give her multiple, sexual orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock. He was ready to tell her that he wanted her to give him multiple orgasms with her hand, her mouth, and her pussy. He was ready to tell her that he wanted her to stroke his cock and suck his cock before fucking his cock. If only she'd give him sex, he'd give her sex too.

Even though he was sexually excited to hopefully have sex with her for the first time on Christmas Eve, he was already feeling remorsefully guilty to dare put the sexual moves on her, his mother, of all women. How dare he solicit his mother for sex? How dare he pressure her to grant him his Christmas wish by expecting her to sexually submit to him? Already having second thoughts about what he was about to confess, what's wrong with him wanting his mother in that forbidden, incestuous way?

What's wrong with him to constantly dream about her while continually masturbating over the sexually inappropriate thoughts of his mother naked? What's wrong with him constantly fantasizing about her while continually masturbating over the inappropriate thoughts of having sex with her? If his friends and/or relatives knew that he propositioned his mother as what he wanted for Christmas, he'd be embarrassed. If his friends and/or relatives knew that he propositioned his mother for sex, he'd feel like an incestuous pervert. Yet, if his friends and/or relatives had a mother who looked like his mother, they'd be propositioning her too.

Unlike the obese and unattractive mothers of his friends and/or relatives, she was more than his mother. His Goddess on Earth, the woman he dreamt about every night and masturbated over every day, she was his fantasy woman. She was his best friend, his most trusted confidant, and the woman who he told everything to except for telling her that he loved her as a man loved a woman instead of a son loving his mother. He must tell her that he wanted to have sex with her.

Even now, with him overwhelmed with the sexual anticipation of seeing his mother naked and having sex with her, he had such a foreboding feeling of forbidden incest. Unable to read her, he had no idea how she'd react to his Christmas wish. Unable to read her, he wondered if she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.

Lusting over her from afar, with her giving him plenty to stroke himself over, she was his favorite masturbation subject. After giving him so many deliberate or accidental up-skirt peeks of her white, bikini panties and down-blouse views of her cleavage and low-cut bra, when he wasn't with her, he masturbated over imagining being with her sexually. After giving him deliberate or accidental up-nightgown peeks of her red, bushy pussy, and down nightgown views of her natural, double D cup breasts, when he wasn't masturbating over imagining her naked, he stroked himself over having sex with her.
'I love you, Mom,' he thought while masturbating himself after seeing something so sexually provocative and prohibited of his mother that no son should ever see.

Constantly dreaming about her and sexually fantasizing over her, he masturbated over the imagined image of his mother in her low-cut bra and bikini panties. He masturbated over his mother in her sexy, sheer, low-cut nightgowns. He masturbated over the imagined image of his mother standing before him topless. He masturbated over the imagined image of his mother naked. He masturbated over the imagined image of having sex with his naked mother. He continually masturbated over the sexually incestuous thoughts of his mother.

'Mom, I want you,' he thought while stroking himself. 'Mom, I want to kiss you, French kiss you. I want to touch and feel you through your clothes before slowly stripping you naked. I want to finger your pussy before licking your pussy while reaching up to feel your big tits and finger your erect nipples. I want to make sweet, slow love to you before fucking you hard and fast. I want to see and hear you having a sexual orgasm,' he thought.

He needed to know if she wanted him in that inappropriate way as much as he wanted her. He had to tell his mother how he felt. He needed her to know what he wanted. With her a little drunk from having too much champagne, this was his chance to have his way with his mother.

To be continued...
I Want My Mother for Christmas, #03
A merry Xmas, mother and son have sex on Christmas eve.
I Want My Mother for Christmas, #03

A very merry Christmas, mother and son have sex on Christmas eve.

I Want My Mother for Christmas, #02 Reviewed and Rewritten from #02:

Michael imagined his mother, Elizabeth, as his willing and consensual, sexual Christmas gift. He imagined her naked but for a red satin sash diagonally tied across her body in the way of a beauty pageant contestant. He imagined her giving her to him sexually to use her in any physical and forbidden, intimate way that he wanted. He imagined her being as salaciously solicitous of him as he wanted to be with her.

Treading on thin ice, once again, he was ready to tell her what he wanted for Christmas was her. He was ready to tell his mother that, as his solitary Christmas gift, he wanted to hold her, kiss her, touch her, feel her, fondle her, undress her, and have sex with her. He loved his mother and he hoped that she'd grant him his Christmas wish.

He wanted to finger and lick her pussy. He wanted to make love to her. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to give her multiple, sexual orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock.

This was it. This was really it. This was finally the moment that she'd accept him or reject him as her illicit lover. Whether this was real, a dream, or a sexual fantasy finally coming true, going for broke, he was ready to solicit his mother for sex.

Something a son should never say to his mother, he was ready to tell her that he wanted to make love to her before fucking her. He was ready to tell her that he wanted to give her multiple, sexual orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock. He was ready to tell her that he wanted her to give him multiple orgasms with her hand, her mouth, and her pussy. He was ready to tell her that he wanted her to stroke his cock and suck his cock before fucking his cock. If only she'd give him sex, he'd return the favor and give her sex too.

Even though he was sexually excited to hopefully have sex with his MILF of a mother for the first time on Christmas Eve, he was already feeling remorsefully guilty to dare put the sexual moves on her. She was his mother and not some whore. How dare he solicit her for sex? How dare he pressure her to grant him his Christmas wish by expecting her to sexually submit to him? Already having second thoughts about what he was about to confess, what's wrong with him for wanting his mother in that forbidden, incestuous way?

What's wrong with him to constantly dream about her while continually masturbating over the sexually inappropriate thoughts of imagining his mother naked? What's wrong with him constantly fantasizing about her while continually masturbating over the inappropriate thoughts of envisioning having sex with her? If his friends knew that he propositioned his mother as what he wanted for Christmas, he'd be embarrassed. If his friends knew that he asked her for sex, he'd feel like an incestuous pervert. Yet, if his friends had a mother who looked like his mother, they'd be propositioning her too.

Unlike the obese and unattractive mothers of his friends, she was more than the woman who birth him. His Goddess on Earth, the woman he dreamt about every night and masturbated over every day, she was his fantasy woman. She was his best friend, his most trusted confidant, and the woman who he told everything to except for telling her that he loved her as a man loved a woman instead of as a son loved his mother. No longer able to remain silent, he must tell her that he wanted to have sex with her.

Even now, with him overwhelmed with the sexual anticipation of seeing his mother naked and having sex with her, he had such an exciting feeling of forbidden incest. Unable to read her, he had no idea how she'd react to his Christmas wish. Unable to read her, he wondered if she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.

Lusting over her from afar, with her giving him plenty to stroke himself over, she was his favorite masturbation subject. After giving him so many deliberate or accidental up-skirt peeks of her white, bikini panties and down-blouse views of her cleavage and low-cut bras, when he wasn't with her, he masturbated over imagining being with her sexually. After giving him deliberate or accidental up-nightgown peeks of her red, bushy pussy, and down nightgown views of her natural, double D cup breasts, when he wasn't masturbating over imagining her naked, he stroked himself over having sex with her.

'I love you, Mom,' he thought while masturbating himself after seeing something sexually provocative and prohibited of his mother that no son should ever see.

Constantly dreaming about her and sexually fantasizing over her, he masturbated over the imagined image of his mother in her low-cut bra and bikini panties. He masturbated over visualizing her in her sexy, sheer, low-cut nightgowns. He stroked himself over the envisioned image of her standing before him topless. He masturbated while picturing her naked. He continually masturbated over the sexually, incestuous thoughts of having sex with her.

'Mom, I want you,' he thought while stroking himself. 'Mom, I want to kiss you, French kiss you. I want to touch and feel you through your clothes before slowly undressing you and stripping you naked. I want to finger your pussy before licking your pussy while reaching up to feel your big tits and finger your erect nipples. I want to make sweet, slow love to you before fucking you hard and fast. I want to see, hear, and watch you having a sexual orgasm,' he thought.

He needed to know if she wanted him in that inappropriate way as much as he wanted her. He had to tell his mother how he felt. He needed her to know what he wanted. With her a little drunk from having too much champagne, this was his chance to have his way with his mother.

# # #

I Want My Mother for Christmas, #03

Michael and his mother Elizabeth have sex on Christmas eve.

His kind of woman, his mother's son after all, she was much like him in humor, in spirit, and in personality. His dream woman, Elizabeth, was tall, beautiful, and sexy. His perfect partner, she was smart, witty, fun, and funny.

His hoped for lover, she was as strong and stubborn as she was sensitive and vulnerable. His mother was his match made in heaven. As if they were made for one another, in the way that he was made for her, she was as sad, as lonely, as horny, and as sexually frustrated as he was, too.

'I love you, Mom,' he thought every time he looked at her.

Michael couldn't think of a better woman than his mother to make him his woman. He wanted no other woman sexually in the way that he wanted her. He loved her. He truly loved his mother. Now, he needed to have sex with her.

With marriage and children out of the question, he didn't have to marry her and give her a child to know that he could ease her sadness and erase her sorrow to make her feel better by giving her sex. He didn't have to marry her and give her a child to love her in the way that his father should have given her another child and continued to love her. If they were intimately together, the only baggage they'd have is whatever guilt, shame, embarrassment, remorse, and regrets they brought into their forbidden relationship.

While waiting for her to emerge from the bedroom to model his Christmas gift, he lit some candles and turned off the bright, overhead, living room light. Now the only lights in the living room were the glow from the Christmas tree, the candles, and the light from the fireplace. He'd willingly sacrificed his view of his mother for her modesty. With the bright overhead light off, he knew that he wouldn't be able to see her as well in the Christmas lights, the candlelight, and the fireplace light while she modeled her sheer, sexy, and nearly see-through nightgown.

With her an older woman, he didn't want to make her feel self-consciously uncomfortable. With her a mature woman, he didn't want to embarrass her once she, hopefully modeled her nightie for him. Perhaps, she didn't have as good of a body as he thought she had. Perhaps, her clothes not only flattered her figure but also hid the effects, the wrinkles, and the blemishes of age. Besides, he didn't care. With sexy lingerie and sheer and low-cut nightgowns, the perfect examples, it's always better to imagine more than to see everything.

He couldn't wait to see his mother wearing her sexy nightgown. He couldn't wait to touch and feel her through her nightie while kissing her. He couldn't wait to slowly and lovingly undress her. He couldn't wait to strip her naked while touching and feeling her naked body all over. Now, with them having sex more than a possibility, he imagined Elizabeth without her clothes in the way that he had never imagined her without her clothes before when masturbating over the naked thoughts of her.

'I can't wait to see her in her revealing nightgown,' he thought. 'I can't wait to hold her in my arms while kissing her, touching her, and feeling her sexy body through the Christmas gift that I bought her.'

# # #

Finally, and hopefully, he was going to see his best friend, his mother, and his hoped for lover in her sexy nightgown. He couldn't wait to remove her nightie and see her naked. Hopefully, she was finally going to see her best friend, her son, and hopefully her lover naked too.

Counting the minutes, he couldn't wait to see Elizabeth wearing his Christmas gift. He couldn't wait to see all that he could see through her nearly transparent nightgown. He couldn't wait to see the shape and the size of his mother's enormous breasts, her symmetrical areolas, and her erect nipples, as well as her red, bushy pussy, and her shapely ass.

As if she was already standing before him modeling her nightgown, he imagined seeing more of her beautiful body than he had ever seen before. As if she was standing before him naked now, he imagined seeing her naked. He imagined touching her, feeling her, and fondling her in places where he had never touched, felt, and fondled her before. He imagined seeing her without her clothes while masturbating himself over touching her, feeling her, and fondling her in all the places where he had always wanted to touch, feel, and fondle his mother.

His sexual fantasy came true; this was it. His incestuous dream came true; this was really it. Having waited for this moment for six, long, sexually frustrating years, this was finally it. With her trying on his Christmas gift as a pretense to having sex, he was about to have sex with the love of his life. He was about to have sex with Elizabeth. He couldn't believe he was about to have sex with her. He couldn't believe she was about to have sex with him.

'Between the champagne, the sexy nightgown, and the mood of the candles, Christmas lights, and the glow from the fireplace, I hope she'd want to have sex with me. I can't wait to have sex with Elizabeth,' he thought.

After having lusted over her for so, very long, he had finally summoned the courage to kiss her. Not wasting time with small talk, he kissed her. He French kissed her. Something hard to wrap his head around, he French kissed his mother, and she returned his kiss with her kiss.

He couldn't believe that he finally parted his mother's lips with his tongue and French kissed her while feeling her firm ass through her short skirt. He couldn't believe that while continuing to kiss her, and with her allowing him to do so, he lifted the back of her short skirt and felt her shapely ass through her panties. Even more unbelievable than kissing her in that sexual way, he couldn't believe she returned his sexual passion with her kiss sexual passion.

As if it happened to someone else, as if he was dreaming, he replayed their deep, wet kiss over again in his mind. He thought of the feel of her soft lips. He thought of the sensation of her warm, wet tongue probing his mouth. Something that he'd never forget for the rest of his life; her lips and her kiss were magical. After wanting to have sex with his mother for so long, they were hopefully, finally, about to have sex. He couldn't believe it.

'What an unbelievable kiss? That was the best kiss of my life,' he thought.

Never had he sexually wanted his mother or any woman in the way that he wanted her now. Moreover, seemingly, she was just as sexually aroused kissing him and having him touch and feel her as he was. He couldn't wait to kiss her again. This time, instead of feeling her ass, he couldn't wait to feel her massive breasts and finger her erect nipples through her nightgown.

'This is unbelievable,' he thought. 'This is my dream come true. I love kissing my mother. I love touching and feeling her through her clothes.'

# # #

While impatiently waiting for her to return after removing her clothes and slipping on her sexy nightgown, he opened another bottle of champagne. He couldn't wait to see all that he could see of her through her sheer, barely-there nightgown while sipping more champagne. He blamed it on the champagne. With her already having four glasses of champagne when two glasses was her limit, maybe she'd sexually do naughty things that she'd never do if she wasn't a little tipsy, if not a little drunk.

Not that he needed to get her drunk, but he couldn't wait to get his mother inebriated enough for her to lose her sexual inhibitions. He needed his mother to think of him not as her son but as her lover. He couldn't wait to see her totally relaxed while allowing him to continue to kiss her, touch her, feel her, and have forbidden sex with her.

When the cork popped from the second bottle, champagne gushed on the carpet. The bottle gushed champagne in the way that he imagined his cock would soon gush cum in her pussy before gushing cum in her mouth. Something he didn't know; he hoped his mother sucked cock. He hoped she'd allow him to cum in her mouth. He hoped she'd swallow his load of cum while smiling up at him.

After cumming in his mother's pussy and again in her mouth, he'd love nothing better than to give Elizabeth a cum bath. He'd love to cum all over her beautiful face. How erotically exciting would that be to see her dripping with his cum from her hair, her nose, her mouth, her eyes, her chin and, coating her breasts while dripping from her nipples. As if he owned her, and was a dog marking his territory, how sexually exciting would that be to cum all over his mother.

He sipped the champagne that he bought her, and that now chilled in an ice bucket by the end of the sofa. He sniffed the red roses that he bought her in the way he hoped to soon be sniffing her wet pussy while licking her and fingering his mother's cunt. Wanting his mouth to taste as sweet as her mouth, he had a piece of one of the chocolates that he bought her for Christmas. He couldn't wait to see his mother in the sexy nightgown that he bought her for Christmas too.

Filled with sexual anticipation, his incestuous, horny thoughts were consumed with his mother modeling her sexy nightgown for him. The sexual anticipation was thrilling. He couldn't wait to see his mother in her sheer and sexy nightgown. He couldn't wait to see more of his mother that he imagined seeing while playing with himself and cumming over the thoughts of her naked.

He couldn't wait to kiss her. He couldn't wait to make out with her. He couldn't wait to feel her ass, her breasts, and her pussy while kissing her through her sheer nightgown. He couldn't wait to take her by her wrist and move her hand to his erect, naked cock.

He wondered if she'd pull her hand away or leave it there. He wondered if she'd fondle his emerging erection through his pajamas in the way that he felt her ass through her panties. Something he knew she'd never do but would love for her to do, he wondered if his mother would remove his prick from his pajama pee hole.

He'd love nothing more than for her to reach her hand in his pajama bottoms and pull out his erect cock. Not knowing what she'd do, if she did pull out his prick, he wondered if she'd wrap her long, manicured fingers around his prick and stroke him. He'd love her to give him a slow, motherly hand job while continued making out with her and feeling her through her nightgown.

Showing him that she wanted to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her; while kissing her and feeling his mother's body through her sheer nightgown, he imagined her stroking his cock. He imagined her masturbating him in the way that he couldn't wait to finger her pussy, rub her clit, and finger fuck her. He imagined his mother leaning down to take him in her mouth and sucking him in the way that he'd love to lick her pussy while fingering her cunt.

Not ending with thoughts of only looking, kissing, touching, and feeling, after giving her an orgasm with his fingers, his mouth, his tongue, and his cock, he hoped she'd give him an orgasm with her hand, her tongue, and her mouth. After cumming in her pussy and in her mouth, he hoped she'd allow him to give her a cum bath. After he imagined gushing a first load of cum in her pussy, he imagined gushing a second load of cum in her mouth, and a third load of cum all over her beautiful face, in her lush, red hair, and across her big breasts.

'Wow, he thought. 'How hot would that be for my mother to suck my cock? How hot would that be to cum in my mother's mouth? How hot would it be to give my Mom a cum bath?'

Only, perish the thought, with her an older woman, hoping she does, maybe she doesn't suck cock. If she did suck cock, maybe she wouldn't allow him to cum in her mouth but only on her tits. Not all women suck cock and allow a man to cum in her mouth, especially women from her generation. Having no idea, while hoping that she did, he didn't know if she sucked cock or not. He hoped his mother sucked cock. As much as he'd love to finger and lick her pussy, he'd love her to stroke and suck his prick.

Maybe that's why his father left her because his mother refused to suck his prick. On the other hand, his ex-girlfriend, Jessica, was quite the experienced cocksucker. Maybe the reason why his father left his mother for Jessica was to receive regular blowjobs. As simple as that, would his father reject his MILF of a mother for a woman who'd suck his cock?

To be honest, he didn't care if his mother sucked cock or not. He'd be happy eating his mother's pussy without her having to reciprocate by giving him a blowjob. He'd be happy to make out with her while feeling her through her clothes. He'd be happy slowing undressing her while making out with her and feeling her through her clothes, before stripping her naked, and touching and feeling her naked body everywhere. He'd be happy to make love to her and fuck her. He'd be happy to be sexually intimate with his mother and be allowed to sleep in her bed while holding her, kissing her, cuddling her, and spooning her.

'Who am I kidding? Wanting her to be my cocksucking whore, I hope my mother sucks cock. I hope my MILF of a mother is a cocksucker. I'd love nothing more than to watch her staring up at me with her big, blue eyes, and with my hard-hairy cock in her beautiful mouth while blowing me,' he thought.

# # #

Making himself more comfortable on the couch while waiting for her to return from the bedroom, he propped up more pillows behind his back. Not wanting to miss her grand entrance, as if she was his sexy, Victoria Secrets model but without wings, he wanted to watch her enter the living room from her bedroom wearing her nearly transparent nightgown. He couldn't wait to see his mother in the sexy nightie that he bought her. He couldn't wait to see what he could see of her gigantic tits, her red pussy, and her shapely ass through her sheer nightgown.

'A risk that I needed to take by buying my mother something so sexually inappropriate, pleased that she didn't threaten to return it, I'm glad that I bought her that nightgown. I'm already sexually excited with the anticipation of seeing her virtually naked,' he thought. 'I can't wait to see my mother's nearly naked body. I can wait to kiss her while touching and feeling her through her thin nightgown.'
Moreover, cock for cunt, he wanted her to get a good look at his erection that tented his pajama bottoms that he wore without underwear. Just as he wanted to see her wearing his revealing gift, he wanted her to see the gift that he had waiting for her, and that tented his pajamas bottoms. He wanted her to see the pole that added heat to the candles, color to the Christmas lights, sexual arousal to her face, and shock to her eyes.

Hotter than the fire from the fireplace, he was already hot for the anticipated touch of her motherly hand on his erect cock. He was already hot for the anticipated sensation of his cock in her warm and wet mouth. He was already hot for the anticipated feel of his cock buried in her wet pussy. He'd love nothing more than to make love to his mother before fucking her cunt.

'Stroke me, mom,' he thought of all the things that he wanted to do to her and with her. 'Blow me. Suck my cock. Make love to me. Fuck me, mom. Fuck me.'

After French kissing her the first time, he yearned to French kiss her again. In the way that he couldn't wait to sexually touch her, feel her, and fondle her again, he couldn't wait for her to sexually touch him, feel him, and fondle him too. After he felt her and squeezed her ass through her short skirt, and lifted her skirt to feel her ass through her panties, he couldn't wait to feel her humongous breasts through her sexy nightgown. Just as he couldn't wait for her to feel him through his clothes, he couldn't wait to touch, feel, and fondle her nearly naked body through her nightgown.

He couldn't wait to have his wicked, sexual way with every part of his mother's beautiful, nightgown clad body. In the way that he couldn't wait for her to take his prick in her soft, warm hand, he couldn't wait to finger her wet pussy. He couldn't wait to rub her clit and finger fuck her while making out with her. He hoped she'd make love to him before fucking him. He couldn't wait to feel his cock buried deep in her cunt in the way that he couldn't wait to see her staring up at him with his prick in her mouth while she sucked him.

If it wasn't enough that he was about to see his MILF of a mother nearly naked and modeling her see-through nightgown for him, he wanted to have sex with her too.

'Where is she,' he thought? 'Why is she taking so long? She's been in her bedroom a long time. How long does it take to remove her blouse, her skirt, her bra, and her panties? How long does it take for her to put on her nightgown? She's probably fixing her hair and reapplying her makeup,' he thought.

# # #

Their first time hopefully having sex on all nights, Christmas Eve, a night of celebration, this was indeed an auspicious, once in a lifetime, romantic and sexually exciting occasion. Denied the invitation to her bed until hopefully now, she finally saw the light when she realized the lustful desire, and felt the romantic passion that he had long held for her. Not sharing his illicit feeling before, she finally reciprocated his sexual attraction when she kissed him and allowed him to feel her ass through her skirt. She finally discovered how she felt the same sexual way about him that he felt about her.

She saw the light when she noticed his erection that he was no longer able to hide nor wanted to hide from her. When he wished her a Merry Christmas and sealed the deal with a kiss, a French kiss, they both knew that sex between them was inevitable. Like mother, like son, they knew that tonight was the night for love, romance, and sex. A life changing experience, after being consumed with forbidden, incestuous lust, once they had mother and son sex, they could never return to how they innocently were before.

He couldn't wait for his mother to come together with him as one. Finally, after making him wait what seemed like an eternity, she emerged from her bedroom wearing nothing more than her sexy, sheer nightgown and a big smile of sexual arousal. She seemed as aroused for him to see her in her sheerly transparent nightgown as he was excited to see his nearly naked mother. While hopefully not misreading her, she seemed as eager to have sex with him as he was excited to have sex with her.

'She looks so beautiful. If she wasn't beautiful enough before, she's even more beautiful when she smiles,' he thought. 'If she wasn't beautiful enough when she's smiling, she's even more lovely while wearing this see-through nightgown.'

He stared at all that he could see of her mother through her revealing nightgown.

'She looks so sexy,' he thought. 'If she wasn't sexy enough, he could see the outline of her enormous, shapely breasts. He saw the impressions her areolas and her big nipples made through the nightie. Then, when he looked further down, he saw the shadow of her bushy, red pubic hair, his mother's cunt. I've never seen as much as my mother, as I'm seeing now,' he thought. 'Even if we don't have sex, I'll be masturbating over seeing her wearing my Christmas gift every day.'

His vision of perfection, she entered the living room wearing her short, sheer, nearly see-through, sexy, low-cut nightgown that he gave her for Christmas. Modeling it for him, it was a sensually, sexy sight to see. She looked so beautiful. An incestuously forbidden sight to behold, as if she was already naked, she looked so lovely, as lovely as he imagined Eve looked to Adam in the Garden of Eden.

Totally captivating, she reminded him of how Kelly Preston, John Travolta's deceased wife, looked when she played Marnie Mason, Arnold Schwarzenegger's love interest, in Twins so long ago. As if she was the redheaded Melisandre, high priestess from the God R'hllor in the Games of Thrones, his mother was his red angel haired angel. He couldn't wait to make his mother his lover. Now that he saw how hot and sexy she looked in that sheer and totally see-through nightgown, he couldn't wait to see what she looked like without it.

In the way that he touched and felt her ass through her panties while kissing her, he couldn't wait to touch and feel his mother through her thin nightgown. He couldn't wait to touch and feel his mother everywhere that was forbidden for him to touch and feel her. He couldn't wait to kiss her while pulling down her nightgown to expose her big, naked breasts. He couldn't wait to kiss her while lifting up her nightgown to expose her naked ass and naked pussy to his horny eyes.

# # #

"How do I look," she asked while already knowing how she looked?

She looked divine. She looked like no mother had a right to look when standing in front of her son. As if she didn't know how she looked, she sexually teased him while turning one way before turning the other, and while giving him the eye.

'How does she look,' he thought? 'She looks how he imagined her looking when he bought her this nightgown and masturbated himself over the thoughts of seeing her without her clothes.'

Tempting him, teasing him, and toying with him to ask him such a loaded question, just as she knew what she was doing to him, she knew exactly how she looked. Not only did she look beautiful but also, she looked sexually dangerous. He only wished she wasn't his mother but some other MILF that he picked up in a bar. Yet, if she was any other woman than his mother, he wouldn't feel the sexual excitement that he felt for her now. If she was any woman other than his mother, he wouldn't yearn to see her naked in the way that he had incestuously lusted over her for years.

Once again imagining how Adam was taken by Eve, she looked like a piece of forbidden fruit from the Garden of Eden. Instead of imagining himself as the snake who dared tempt Adam to seduce her in the Garden of Eden, he imagined himself being a modern-day version of Adam. Instead of imagining her as an innocent virgin, he imagined that she was his modern-day version of Eve.

Yet, no matter who they were or imagined themselves to be, he didn't care about the consequences of them coming together sexually. In the same way that there wasn't a chance she'd say no to him, he'd never say no to her either. This was his mother and he was her son. There was no way that he could logically explain the sexual attraction that he felt for her just as she wouldn't be able to explain the sexual attraction she felt for him. Yet, with her standing before him nearly naked, he didn't care about the logic behind any psychological explanation.

Having never seen as much of her sexy body as he was seeing now, he stared at her as if she was naked already. He stared at her as if he was seeing her without her clothes for the first time, and he was. As if she was a new age version of Lady Godiva wearing a sheer nightgown instead of being naked, he looked from her shoulder length, red hair, to her big, blue, beautiful eyes, before staring down at her shapely figure. As if God had created her just for him, God had created him just for her. He was beyond being sexually excited to finally see so much of his mother.

Before answering her to tell her how she looked, as if her low-cut nightgown cupped them just for him, he stared at the sensuous sight that her double D cup breasts made in her pale-blue nightgown. In the way that his erection showed her the sexual lust that he had for her in his pajama bottoms, he saw the sexual lust she had for him by the huge impressions her nipples made in her nightgown. She not only had huge tits but also, she had big nipples, too.

Either she was cold or sexually excited. If he was to guess, he'd guess that his mother was as sexually aroused as he was excited. If he was to guess, he'd guess that she wanted to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her. With him meeting her half way by buying her such an inappropriate nightgown to wear in front of him, she met him the other half of the way by wearing his present. With the time right, he couldn't wait to make his move on his mother.

Just as he couldn't wait to hold her in his arms, kiss her, and make out with her while feeling her big tits, he couldn't wait to see her enormous breasts. He couldn't wait to finger and suck her erect nipples. Unless he was mistaken and was misreading all the sexual signals that she had given him over their years together, tonight was the night for him to have incestuous sex with his mother.

'This is it. This is really it,' he thought.

A long-time coming, why else would she tease him with upskirt peeks of her panties, up nightgown peeks of her naked pussy, down blouse views of her cleavage and bra, and down nightgown views of her naked breasts? Seemingly, his mother was as much of an exhibitionist as he was a voyeur. With them both on the same page, she wanted him to see as much of her as he wanted to see of her.

Why else would she not slap his hand away when he rubbed her bikini clad body with sunscreen while touching and feeling the sides of her breasts when her bikini top was unhooked? Why else would she not admonish him when he rubbed sunscreen on her nearly naked thong clad bikini bottom ass? Why else would she allow him to touch and feel her breasts and her ass through her bikini when playing Marco Polo in the pool while he pretended that his eyes were closed?

Why else would she have kissed him, French kissed him, and allowed him to feel and squeeze her shapely ass through her short skirt? Why else would she allow him to lift the back of her skirt and feel her firm ass through her panties? Unless she was hoping for and wanting sex, why else would she dare model this sheer, short, low-cut, and revealing nightgown that he gave her for Christmas?

With tonight the night of love, romance, and sex, hopefully, if all goes as planned, he'd be making romantic love to his mother tonight. He'd be having sex with the woman of his dreams, his lustful desires, and his incestuous, sexual fantasies on Christmas eve night. He'd finally be seeing Elizabeth naked. Who else would he want to have sex with other than to have sex with his best friend? Who else would he want to have sex with other than with his mother?

# # #

'Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah,' he thought while imagining angels singing and rejoicing in his lust for his mother.

He stared at her as if he was dreaming. He gazed upon her as if he was having another one of his sexual fantasies while stroking himself over the thoughts of imagining her naked and having sex with her. He leered at her as if she was already naked. Undressing her with his eyes, even though she was practically naked now anyway, he sexually ogled at her as if she was his woman not just for this one night but forever.

"How do you look," he said, beaming her a big smile? "You look beautiful, Elizabeth. You look sexy. A perfect fit, the nightgown looks amazing on you,' he said, staring at all that he could see of his mother's breasts, her pussy, and her ass.

She beamed him a smile with her sexy look.

"Thank you," she said.

She further surprised him when she slowly turned around and teasingly bent at the waist to pick something up from the carpet. She knew all that she was showing and all that he was seeing. As if she was naked instead of wearing a nightgown, he not only saw the outline of her shapely ass but also the back of his mother's red, bushy pussy, too.

"You look like a Goddess sent here from Heaven just for me. You look so forbidden in that pale-blue, nearly see-through nightgown," he said.

She looked down at herself. Then, she looked up at him as if she wasn't aware that she was as exposed as she was.

"Oh, my," she said with feigned embarrassment. "Can you really see through this nightgown?"

She covered her nearly naked breasts with her forearms and her nearly naked pussy with her hand. He hoped that she was sexually aroused instead of immodestly embarrassed. He returned her sexy look with his look of desire.

"Allow me to show you how you look, mother," he said with a dirty laugh.

He stood from his seated position. Then, he moved his hand away from the erection to show her his big dick tenting his pajama bottoms. In the way that he stared at her nearly naked breasts and looked down at what he could see of her red, bushy pussy, she stared at his erection.

"Oh, my Michael," she said with a little laugh. "Did I do that?"

# # #

She looked at him with as much arousal as he looked at her with lust. As if he wasn't sexually excited enough, it sexually excited him even more when his mother stared at his erection in the way that he stared at what he could see of her nearly naked tits and pussy. As if she was his sexy wench, he walked to her and wrapped his arm around her slim waist.

As if he was a pirate and she was the precious, albeit forbidden spoils from a taken castle in his new kingdom, he pulled her to him and pressed her against him. As if she had no say in the matter, he acted as if she was already his woman. His for the taking and she was, something she seemed to enjoy and something he never knew about his mother, giving her what she needed and wanted, he was aggressively forceful with her.

Yet, instead of forcing her to have sex with him, with her already agreeable to having sex with her son, instead of romancing her, he took her. She giggled like a little girl to be the reason for his sexual lust. He kissed her more forcefully, and in the way that he did before, he parted her lips with his tongue again. Michael French kissed his mother, and she returned his deep wet kiss with her French kiss.

Reciprocating his incestuous lust, as soon as he kissed her and as soon as she returned his kiss, he slowly slid his hand down the back of her nightgown to cup her round, firm ass in his horny hand. With her allowing him to do so, not slapping his hand away and/or admonishing him, he felt his mother's nearly naked ass. He couldn't believe he was feeling his mother's nearly naked ass through her thin nightgown.

When he pulled her to him in that forceful way, he turned and pulled her back on the couch with him. When she fell on top of him, the top of her low-cut nightgown opened to give him a great down-nightgown view of the tops of her full breasts and her long line of sexy cleavage. When she fell on top of him, the back of her short nightgown raised enough for his hand to come in contact with her naked ass. He felt, fondled, and squeezed his mother's naked ass. He couldn't believe he was feeling her naked ass.

As if he was her man and she was his woman, she was on top of him in the way that he couldn't wait to be on top of her. He couldn't wait to make sweet and passionate love to her while slowly humping her. He couldn't wait to fuck her fast enough and hard enough to give her an orgasm with his cock. The object of his affection, his lustful attraction, his focused attention, and his repressed passion, she had fabulous tits and he couldn't wait to finally see them, touch them, feel them, fondle them, and suck them.

In the way that he couldn't wait for her to stroke his cock while sucking his prick, he couldn't wait to finger her pussy while licking his mother's cunt. He could wait to see and hear her have an orgasm. He couldn't wait to watch her naked breasts bounce up and down and sway side to side as he fucked her hard, long, and fast. Whether in her mouth and/or in her pussy, he couldn't wait to cum in his mother.

As if voluntarily lifting itself in sexual anticipation of him fingering her, when she fell with him on the couch, her short nightgown moved high up enough to give him a quick, sexy view of her red, bushy pussy. She wasn't wearing panties, of course. Obviously, ready for whatever he had on his horny mind, he was glad that she wasn't wearing panties.

Naked beneath her nightgown, his sign that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, he couldn't believe his mother wasn't wearing panties. She was naked beneath that flimsy nightgown. One, thin piece of satin material prevented him from seeing the entire naked body of the woman of his lustful desire.

He couldn't wait to remove her nightgown while making out with her. He couldn't wait to strip his mother naked. He couldn't wait to touch and feel her everywhere while making out with her. He couldn't wait to be naked with her. He couldn't wait to have sex with Elizabeth.

# # #

'Ahoy,' as if he thought he was a pirate ready to have sex with his wench of a captured woman.

Having seen her panties before with her flashing him sexy up-skirt peeks, even though he had seen up nightgown flashes of her naked pussy, he had never seen her cunt in the way that he was seeing it now. Other than brief in-between her leg, up-nightgown glimpses in a darkened room of his mother's cunt while cuddling on the couch as they watched a movie together, he had never seen her bare, naked pussy. Now that she was so totally and so nakedly exposed, he stared at her darker patch of pubic hair that was revealed through her sheer nightgown as if he had never seen a woman's pussy before.

Indeed, her pussy was a very special pussy. This was his beloved, Elizabeth's, pussy. This was his mother's cunt. As shocked as he was to French kiss his mother while feeling her through her clothes, he couldn't believe he was seeing flashes of his mother's naked body.

'I saw my mother's pussy. I saw Elizabeth's cunt,' he thought. 'I saw her red, bushy pussy.'

Hard for him to wrap his head around, he couldn't believe that he saw her naked pussy.

'She has a beautiful pussy. I love her pussy. I can't wait to finger her pussy. I can't wait to lick her pussy. I can't wait to make love to her pussy. I can't wait to fuck her pussy,' he thought.

He continued staring at all that he could see of his mother's naked cunt.

# # #

Taking it slow, not wanting to ruin things by rushing things, allowing her to take the lead, Michael couldn't wait to touch her pussy, cup her pussy, and finger her pussy. If seeing his mother's naked cunt wasn't enough, the thought of fingering her pussy sent shivers down his spine. He couldn't wait to lick her pussy while fingering her pussy. Just as he couldn't wait for his mother to suck him, he couldn't wait to eat her.
As if he was her longtime lover instead of her best friend and her beloved son, he couldn't wait to make love to his mother before fucking her. He couldn't wait to give her multiple, vaginal orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock. He couldn't wait to see her, hear her, and watch her cum. He couldn't wait to pound her pussy into the mattress while hearing her scream out his name in sexual passion.

'Michael! Michael! Oh, my God, Michael! Fuck me, Michael. Fuck me. Fuck your mother,' he imagined her screams of sexual passion. 'Fuck me! Fuck mommy! Fuck me!'

He couldn't wait to have sex with her and make her his woman and his lover.

'Fuck Mommy, Michael. Make mommy cum. Fuck your mother. Fuck me harder, Michael. Fuck me faster. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me,' he imagined her saying.

Making out with her, he touched her, felt her, and fondled her now where he had been forbidden to touch, feel, and fondle her before but had always yearned to touch, feel, and fondle her. He slid a slow, purposeful hand over her nightgown clad ass and squeezed her buttocks before raising her nightgown high enough to feel her naked backside. She had such a firm and shapely backside.

With her not stopping him by slapping his horny hand away and reprimanding him for his lustful behavior, he felt his mother's naked ass. He couldn't believe he was feeling his mother's naked ass. After having his sexual way with her naked, shapely ass, squeezing her ass, and feeling her ass again before slapping her ass, he moved his hand to the front of her.

# # #

'Merry Christmas to me,' he thought. 'My God, she has such an incredible ass,' he thought. 'I can't believe I'm feeling a forty-eight-year-old ass. Any thirty-year-old woman would be proud to have my mother's ass. If feeling her ass isn't enough, I can't believe I'm about to finger my Elizabeth's pussy before feeling her big breasts,' he thought.

He lifted the front of her nightgown to expose her red, bushy pussy to his horny eyes again. As if her body was his personal playground, his Christmas gift of sexual pleasure given to him by her, he felt her full, nearly naked breasts through her nightgown. First one breast then the other breast, he felt her breasts again before fingering her nipples. Much to her erotic delight, while kissing her, he pulled, turned, twisted, squeezed, and pinched her erect nipples through her nightgown.

Now beyond eager to see her naked, natural breasts, he always wanted to see her big tits, her round areolas, and her erect nipples. Her sexy nightgown was as if a shroud cloaking a masterpiece painting. As if there was a drumroll of suspense going off in his horny head, he lowered her nightgown straps, first one and then the other. He was about to see his mother topless. He was about to see her naked breasts.

He kissed her exposed shoulders before he kissed the tops of her naked breasts. He touched and felt the tops of her breasts. Then, taking his time undressing her, he removed her arms from her nightgown straps. He slowly pulled her nightgown down to her waist to expose her gigantic naked breasts to his horny eyes. Staring at them as if he had never seen naked breasts before, finally, he saw Elizabeth's naked, natural breasts. He couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's big tits.

'This is unbelievable,' he thought. 'My mother is topless. She has amazing and enormous tits. She has much better tits than Jessica, my ex-girlfriend, a woman half her age, and who's now my father's new wife, and my new stepmom. Maybe because they're my mother's tits but she has the best tits I've ever seen. I love my Elizabeth's tits.'

Before even touching them, feeling them, fondling them, and sucking them, he continued staring at them. A sight to behold and one of rare beauty, her breasts were as big as they were shapely. He couldn't believe his horny eyes. Something he thought he'd never see; these were his mother's naked tits. He was finally seeing Elizabeth's bare, natural breasts.

With her topless now, unable to remove his eyes and his hands from them, he feasted his horny eyes on her naked breasts. He couldn't believe she was finally topless before him. He couldn't believe he was finally seeing his mother's big, beautiful breasts. Her tits were amazing. He loved her tits.

As if they were something valuably forbidden to touch, feel, finger, and suck, and indeed they were, he touched, felt her breasts, and fingered her breasts before he lowered his head to suck her erect nipples. His sexual fantasy came true, something he thought he'd never get to do; he sucked his mother's tits. So firm and yet so soft, he couldn't believe he was sucking her tits. He couldn't believe that she not only allowed him to see her naked breasts but also allowed him to feel, touch, fondle her huge tits, and finger her erect nipples while sucking them.

Pinching, pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples between his fingers, he continued fingering her nipples while sucking her nipples. He continued sucking her nipples while gently nibbling her nipples. Hard to wrap his horny head around, his sexual fantasy came true, he couldn't believe he was finally seeing, touching, and sucking on Elizabeth's big tits while fingering and biting her nipples. Enormous double D cup breasts, she had beautiful breasts that were as huge as they were shapely.

'By far, she has the best tits that I've ever seen, touched, felt, fondled, and sucked,' he thought while continuing to suck and finger her erect nipples. 'I love my mother's big tits. I can't get enough of her huge, naked breasts. I can't wait to watch her tits bouncing up and down and swaying side to side when she's sitting on top of me while fucking me.'

# # #

Then, something that he only fantasized of her ever doing, he felt her reach her hand down to feel his erection through his pajama bottoms. In the way that he felt and fondled his mother's nearly naked body, she felt and fondled his erection through his clothes. Clearly, she wanted his cock as much as he wanted her pussy. When he moved his hand in between her legs to cup her naked pussy, she stuck her hand inside of pajama bottoms.

She wrapped her long, manicured fingers around his erect cock. She slid a slow finger over the head of his prick. Then, she cupped his testicles before she removed his prick from his pajama pants and slowly stroked him while staring down at him.

'Oh, my God. If it's not enough my mother allowed me to feel her naked ass, suck her naked tits, and cup her naked pussy, she's giving me a slow hand job,' he thought.

As if she had never seen and held a big dick in her soft and warm hand, she continued staring down at his erect, naked cock in the way that he stared at her naked breasts.

"Take them off. Take off your pajama bottoms," she said. "I want to see your cock. Show me your big dick, Michael," she said. "Show mommy your penis."

Obediently obeying her, he removed his pajamas. Not a difficult request to respect, he had been wanting to expose himself to his mother for years. As soon as he stripped himself naked, she moved closer to him, and while leaning over him, she continued to feel, fondle, and stroke his erection. His mother was feeling his naked cock. Masturbating him, he couldn't believe she was stroking his stiff prick.

In the way that he felt her ass through her short skirt and panties when they were making out on the couch earlier, she felt his naked cock now. In the way that he cupped her naked pussy, she wrapped her fingers around his big dick. In the way that he felt, fondled, and sucked her big, naked tits, she continued slowly stroking his cock. As soon as she stroked his prick, his cock bigger and harder. His cock throbbed and pulsated for his mother.

# # #

'My mother wrapped her fingers around my erect prick. She's holding my cock in her hand while stroking me. Elizabeth is giving me a slow hand job while making out with me,' he thought. 'This is the best Christmas that I've ever had. Something that I'll be masturbating over for the rest of my horny life, this is unbelievable.'

Obviously, in the way that he couldn't wait to see his mother's cunt, she couldn't wait to see her son's cock. In the way that he couldn't wait to touch, feel, and finger her warm and wet pussy, she couldn't wait to touch, feel, and stroke his hard, erect cock. Pussy for prick, obviously, he wasn't the only one who wanted to have some hot, sexy fun.

Something that he'll be masturbating over for the rest of his horny life, Michael couldn't believe that his beloved Elizabeth sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. Beyond being shocked and beyond being sexually excited, he couldn't believe that he had his way with her naked breasts and his mother's cunt. He couldn't believe his mother was holding his erect cock in her hand while stroking him.

'Oh, my God,' he thought when she wrapped her long, manicured fingers around his thick, stiff prick and squeezed.

Continuing to French kiss one another, masturbating her, he fingered his mother's wet cunt, rubbed her clit, and finger fucked her while she masturbated him. Slowly, as if making love to his prick with her soft hand, she continued having her way with his engorged cock. Just as he couldn't believe he was playing with her pussy; he couldn't believe she was playing with his prick. His sexual fantasy came true, just as he couldn't believe that he was finally masturbating his mother, he couldn't believe she was finally masturbating him.

Then, it was one thing to touch and feel his mother while making out with her, it was quite another thing for her to touch and feel him while making out with her son. Finally, taking their foreplay to the next level, he couldn't believe what she said next. Clearly, not stopping with kissing, touching, and feeling, she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

"Lick me, Michael. Eat your mother's cunt," she said whispering what she wanted him to do in his ear. "Give mommy an orgasm with your tongue and with your fingers." she said. "Make me cum. Make mommy cum, Michael."

She continued whispering her sexual wants, needs, and wishes in his ear while licking and blowing in his ear.

"Eat my pussy, Michael. Eat your mother's cunt," she said again. "Finger me while licking me."

She laughed a loud and dirty laugh.

"Make me your woman, Michael. Make me your submissive bitch. Make me your dirty whore. Make me your sexual slave. Use me and abuse me. Make me your cum slut," she said.

She gave him another deep, wet kiss. Clearly, his mother loved sexy, pillow talk.

"Make me cum, Michael. Make your mother cum. Give mommy an oral orgasm. I need to cum. Mommy needs to cum," she said. "Finger fuck me. Lick me. Eat me."

# # #

His kind of woman, he loved it when she talked dirty to him. His kind of woman, he couldn't wait to talk dirty to her. As much as he loved having sex with her, he couldn't wait to have hot, sexy pillow talk over all the sexual things that they'd do and all the sexual things they've done.

Just as he couldn't wait to fill her beautiful mind with sexual imagery, he couldn't wait for her to fill his horny mind with dirty thoughts. Just as he couldn't wait to fill his mother's pussy with his cock, he couldn't wait to fill her mouth with his prick too. Hoping that his mother sucks cock and is a cocksucker, he couldn't wait for her to blow him. He hoped she'd want him to cum in her mouth instead of on her tits.

Not wearing his Christmas gift very long, she hurriedly removed her nightgown as if it was on fire. With them both naked now, they were ablaze by the heat of their sexual flames. With her taking the lead, she took him by surprise. Not expecting her to remove her nightgown, he stared at her naked body.

As if recording the naked image of her in his mind, he wished he had a camera. He'd love to take dozens of sexy cheesecake, naked photos of his mother to masturbate over later. Returning the favor, he'd allow her to take dozens of beefcake photos of him for her to masturbate over later, too.

"I can't believe I'm finally seeing my mother naked. I can't believe I'm finally seeing Elizabeth without her clothes. I can't believe I'm having sex with my mother,' he thought.

While memorizing every mole and freckle of her beautiful, naked body, he drank her all in as if he was guzzling a cold beer on a scorching, hot day.

'She's such an extraordinarily beautiful woman, especially for a woman her age. She has such a phenomenal body. I can't believe I'm in the living room naked with my naked mother.'

As soon as he thought that, she stood, took him by his hand, and pulled him into her bedroom. Then, with a heavy hand to his chest, she pushed him back on the bed. Something he never expected his mother to do, instead of climbing on him and mounting his cock, she sat on his face.

"Eat me, Michael. Eat mommy. Lick my pussy while fingering my cunt," she said. "Give me an orgasm. Make me cum."

# # #

Again, obediently obeying her, he fingered her pussy while licking her pussy. With her not having sex in several years after his father absconded with and married his ex-girlfriend, it didn't take his mother long to cum. While leaning forward to hold his head in her hands, she wiped her vaginal secretions all over his face.

"Michael. Don't stop. Rub my clit harder. Lick my pussy faster. Eat me, Michael. Eat mommy. Make me cum. Give your mother an orgasm with your finger and with your tongue," she said.

Then, closing her eyes, moving her head back, and arching her back, she fell silent while enjoying the afterglow of sex. Not remaining still very long, she mounted him. She sat on him. She reached down and took his stiff prick in hand. She parted her pussy lips with his cock.

"Make love to me, Michael," she said humping him. "Make love to your mother. Give mommy another orgasm, this time with your cock. Cum inside of my pussy, baby," she said. "Fill me with your cum."

As if she was his wife or his girlfriend instead of his mother, they made love. They French kissed one another while slowly and passionately humping one another. Then, humping faster and humping harder, they were fucking. He fucked his mother and she fucked her son.

"Michael! Michael! Hump me faster. Hump me harder. I'm cumming. Mommy is cumming," she said. Fuck me. Fuck mommy, Michael."

As soon as she closed her eyes, put her head back, stiffened her legs, and arched her back, he knew that she was cumming again. He gave his mother two orgasms. One with his fingers and his tongue and a second one with his cock.

# # #

Then, surprising him, his mother moved halfway down the bed. She took his cock in her hand and stroked him before she took him in her mouth to blow me. Glad that Elizabeth was a cocksucker, he couldn't believe that his mother was sucking his cock.

She stroked him faster. She stroked him harder. She sucked him deeper. A much better cocksucker than his ex-girlfriend, his mother gave him the best blowjob that he ever had in his life. She temporarily removed his stiff prick from her mouth to tell him what to do.

"Cum, Michael. Cum. Cum in mommy's mouth," she said smiling up at him. "I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. I need to swallow you," she said, temporarily removing his cock from her mouth to speak.

She laughed. Then, before taking his prick in her mouth again, she said something that blew his mind.

"Save some cum because after you cum in my mouth, my Christmas gift to you, I want you to cum all over my face. I want you to give your mother a cum bath. I want you to see mommy dripping with your cum," she said with a dirty laugh.

She returned his prick to her mouth again and stroked him while sucking him. Not taking him long to cum in her mouth, he put a gentle hand behind her red, pretty head. He humped her mouth. He fucked her face. He exploded a load of warm oozy cum in her mouth and she swallowed.

"Mom! Mom! I'm cumming. Elizabeth! Oh, my God," he said, filling her mouth with his cum and while watching her swallow.

Then, as soon as she removed him from her mouth, he ejaculated a second load of cum all over her pretty face, in her beautiful, red hair, and across her enormous breasts. He gave his mother a cum bath.

"Liz! Oh, my God, Liz," I said.

From that day forward, they slept together in her bed. He made love to her every morning and fucked her every night. When they weren't making love and fucking, they were fingering, stroking, licking, and sucking. From that day forward, mother and son had incestuous sex every day.

THE END