Is that all, Mister Bradbee?" The lovely cashier handed my receipt over with a smile. Clumsy but cute, gorgeous really.
"I think that'll be all. My Christmas shopping should finally be over. My deepest thanks." I gave my best charming wink and I was rewarded with a giggle and a blush. I left, hands in my coat pockets and some Christmas Carol on my lips. I whistled on the way to my car with love in my heart and lust snaking its way down my pant leg.
"Robin is taken care of and hopefully after this, I'll be taken care of too." My mother's best friend and a goal I'd been working towards for months. Years really but I hadn't taken it seriously until now.
We had flirted off and on for years, starting after I graduated and it never stopped. I'm twenty-six now, doing great for myself, able to charm the panties off a nun and I must say, blessed with looks that could dampen the same nun's thighs.
Mrs. Gold, Robin, has fueled my fantasies for a decade. Even when I made my way around our neighborhood sleeping with wives and daughters, she however was the one I never managed to bed. She remarried within the last year, third I think, maybe fourth.
She's like mom. Both are gorgeous, pampered women blessed by good genes and sharp minds. They used to call themselves the Trophy Twins. MILFs and yes, I'm aware my mom is firmly in the category. For their age, they have the most amazing bodies, surprisingly lacking the surgeries that many of the trophy wives they know have when you ignore the implants.
I'd seen them bathing by the pool in bikinis and in one instance, in nothing. I think when I'm not home they use our pool to sunbathe. Robin's first husband, the one who lost the house to her in the divorce, didn't think they needed one.
Seeing Robin's body was a legendary moment in my life. Well, it would be if I hadn't seen my own mother naked beside her. The worst part of it? God, she was hot. A noteworthy masterpiece splayed out in our backyard.
They're a lot alike. So outgoing and chaotic. For being bona fide army candy, Mom is a brilliant woman, smarter than any would assume after seeing her figure.
Mom's chest was well-loved even before Dad got her the implants. Now she's at pornstar star level. I only mention that as it's the reason Robin got hers a few months later, just not quite as big.
Robin is blonde and more city, really city actually. Mom's southern so they're always funny together. The uptown girl and the Southern Belle as Dad calls them.
They've been a source of entertainment over the years. The time they got caught streaking through everyone's backyards drunk, the time mom beat me and all my cousins in a drinking contest, shot for shot. We ended up under the table. I'll never forget the music concert I took mom and dad to for their anniversary. The band came out and she flashed her tits for the whole stadium to see. She said, and I quote, "Hey darlin', I chose to show 'em off, you chose to look!"
I'm hoping their wild streak makes my dream come true. Things with Robin have been slowly building. The flirting got worse about six months ago. She found reasons to touch me, I found reasons to touch her and she never uttered a peep. If anything, she took things further.
Then at Thanksgiving, everyone was doing the dishes and she walked me outside so I could head home before the traffic got worse. I hugged her, her strawberry blonde hair felt like silk on my cheek. When I pulled away she was chewing her lip, making a decision. Before I knew it she pulled me in and laid it on me.
She can fucking kiss and her body! All the blood rushed down before I could blink. I ran my hands along every curve before settling in on her heart-shaped bubble butt. She curled a leg around me and we made out for a few minutes. She pushed me off and ran inside.
I couldn't get her attention after that and she went out of her way to avoid me. She's been considering what she's doing, at least that's what she messaged me in the middle of the night a few days later. She had to sort through her emotions and make a decision, I could understand that.
I just couldn't accept it. I needed to tip the scales. There's a very high dollar, very nice lingerie boutique. They sell expensive, custom-fit pieces. Pick out a design and have it made for your unique figure. They both love Christmas, a trait of my mom that rubbed off on Robin.
The shop makes amazing nightgowns that my mom loves. She's been wanting a new one so I was getting a custom one made for her. I'd been here a few times for women I've pursued so they knew me.
I had their names for the accounts and cards for each. My mom is a great woman and has never passed up a moment to love on me. She dotes on me and brags about me to everyone in earshot. Twenty-six and I'm still her pride and joy.
She also hates how much of a man whore I am. She gets a little possessive of me, hates other women being near. It can be pretty funny but I never get mad at her. In her defense, I always have a few women I'm pursuing. It annoys her but she's never stayed mad for long. Her blatant spoiling did let me get away with so much shit, and still does.
For her gift, I ordered a custom nightgown based on a design she had filed away. Mom and Robin had large wishlists so it was easy to choose something she would fall for.
For Robin, I got a special lingerie set. Red with white fur trim. Thin g string, red cups that are purposefully not quite large enough to cover what she has. The fabric is thin so I will be able to see her nipples pressing through. Arm sleeves with dangling fluff balls from the arm cuffs end in fingerless red gloves. A garter, thigh highs, and just for the hell I threw in a pair of designer high heels to complete the image.
Add in a red choker with real silver and real gold bells and you have a real push in the right direction I knew she'd take. Robin is naturally slutty, her libido ruining all her relationships. She loves 'em young, hot, and packing. I fit all three.
"Could you place this with the lingerie set please?" I retrieved a small tinkling box from my pocket and slid it onto the counter. "Oh, think I could get one of those bows?" I pointed to beautiful handmade ribbons in the window.
"They're only decorations, sir, I shouldn't." She deliberated for a moment and burned scarlet under the power of my smile.
"But for you sir, I can make an exception."
Here's the kicker. Along with the names attached to the order, which the young woman dropped, I had written special cards. For mom, "There are billions of women in the world but only one for me. You are my world, my inspiration, and the woman I will never stop loving. With all my heart, Michael."
"Ps. All I want for Christmas is you."
Sappy, I know but she buys all of that shit. Telling her the only gift I want is her? That'll buy me about a million mom points. We're already planning on being together for Christmas so this'll make her holiday.
For Robin though I went hard. "You are the most beautiful woman alive and you know it. I have wanted you for years, and I believe you want me just as bad.
Wear this and I will give you a fuck that you will never forget. I will make you see god woman. Your husband will never measure up to me. One night, no strings attached, one night where you get the man you deserve
- Michael."
She was going to eat that cocky shit up. Robin loved a man who went for what he wanted.
Her husband and dad were heading out of town for the holidays. Dad always made friends with her husbands. He and the latest bank account she married planned on going on a fishing trip. They both always wanted to go ice fishing so they went without a thought for their wives.
On the back of Robin's card was a simple note. "I'll pop around tonight at 7. I know he's gone. Make an excuse to stay home and wait for me. If you're not home when I get there, I'll understand. It's now or never. I sent a little something to help Santa go down your chimney."
Christmas will be in a week. The gifts would show up on Christmas Eve morning.
Driving home, I marveled at how great my life is. In a week I'd be fucking the Milf of a lifetime. "God bless ye, merry gentlemen....." I whistled, looking forward to opening my present.
-- Christmas Eve --
I pulled up to the house a little before 7. I hadn't heard from Mom all day and she hadn't answered my calls. Unheard of in our family. She could be working out or tanning, she had a personal gym built as an add-on and did she ever use it. She neither looked nor acted her age and the gym helped the former so dad saw it as an investment.
I wanted to pop in and ask her if she had opened her gift yet before I hauled ass to Robin's. Also, check on her. Not that she needs it. She's young, a fact I at least recognize.
She and Robin are pushing fifty. Mom is always complaining about being an old woman now. I need to remind her that three of my girlfriends have ended things because they were intimidated by her looks. It didn't help when I introduced them and her favorite restaurant and the waiter assumed my mom was my girlfriend and my girlfriend was my sister. Tall about killing the mood.
"Moooom?" I called.
"Oh, high darlin'!" Mom's thick southern drawl called from upstairs. "Thank you for the present. It was something special."
"Don't mention it. I wanted to get you something that you deserve and hey, I meant every word. You know you'll always be the special woman in my heart, don't you?" I called, leaning against the couch.
"Now I do." She laughed. "Took me by surprise baby but, I'm into it."
"It shouldn't surprise you. I know you hate all the attention I get from women. Well, tonight I'm all yours."
"I know, I got the note. Listen, this is the only night this happens. No one finds out, ESPECIALLY your father!" I heard a tinkling from upstairs every few moments but couldn't place the sound.
"The hell is she talking about?" I muttered. I found the box on the kitchen table. I vaguely recognized it. "That's not the box with the nightgown." I sat on the couch, waiting for Mom to come down and scratching my head in confusion.
"Well darlin', ready to see how your gift looks?" She asked.
"You want me to see it?" The hell was going on?
"Well duh silly, I'm here aren't I? I'm coming down so you can open your gift." Her footsteps clicked down the stairs, accompanied by the jostling of bells. I thought back, trying to figure out what was going on. I hadn't heard from Robin either and figured I might after she got her gift. She's forward, never afraid to say what's on her mind. I'd just ask Mom if she had heard from her friend.
Or I would have if she didn't immediately make this Christmas the Christmas of a fucking lifetime.
"Mom what aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh..." Mom hit the floor wearing Robin's gift. She always tanned to a golden, gorgeous hue. Short brown hair over her face as she strutted towards her jaw-dropping son.
"I still can't believe you tried this shit and I REALLY can't believe I'm doing it! You're right though, I have thought about this." She smirked.
With the heels, she came to my nose and gave me a perfect view of her perfect cleavage. Soft, golden breasts bounced and her ass just popped behind her. The top was built to barely contain Robin's chest so moms looked like someone attempting to hide basketballs with a dish towel. The thigh-high stockings accented her long and shapely legs so perfectly sculpted from her powerful thighs to her toned calves.
Her belly proved even smaller than mine, flat and trim, her golden piercing flashing out amidst all the red and white.
On her head perched the bow, affixed to her hair at an angle.
"Let's get this straight, it's only about sex and it's one night." She said sternly, a finger in my face. "No kissing, no mentioning your dad, and no condoms. I had that taken care of years ago. You're the last bun ever coming out of this oven!"
The long candy candy-apple-red nail stabbed my chest. "Now darlin', unwrap me."
"I...uuhhh....."
"Are you ok? I can't tell if you're backing out or overwhelmed. You're not getting another chance, not if you want to give me the best fuck I've ever had as promised, so what's it gonna be baby, are you heading home or unwrapping your present?" She motioned at her body and the bow impatiently.
'The note got switched! Mom got the lingerie and the note. And she's into it. My mom wants to fuck me!'
My hot, Milf, trophy wife mom.
"Present, of course." It's wrong but a hot Milf is a hot Milf.
She pulled me by my collar to my old room and pushed me in. Trailing behind her I realized what the bell sounds were coming from. The bells on the collar but they're made to be light. They weren't the bells making the ruckus.
The smaller package was a special buttplug. Patterned like a candy cane with Christmas bells tied onto the end. When Mom's ample ass bounced, the bells bounced too. The thin barely there string that made up her underwear split the bells perfectly.
I swear if I ever get to an age where I have issues getting it up, I'm just going to remember her ass swinging side to side.
I'd heard stories from dad. Robin is and has always been a rampant buttslut. I figured I'd get a shot at some Milf ass, who knew it would be Mom's.
My own ass bounced once and settled into my old mattress. She laced her fingers over her head and twirled, rolling her hips and letting her legs flex. When she turned her ass tightened, sending the bells shaking and she tweaked her legendary booty for me, then turned back to face me.
"You know how much I adore Christmas and that I can't spend it without you! Clever mother fucker." Her lips twitched and her eyes sparkled with Christmas spirit, mischief, and knowing her, a few edibles. "I spoke too soon, you'll be a mother fucker in, oh, say sixty seconds?"
She pushed me back, leaned over me, placing her hands beside my head and cleavage in my face. "So, am I the present you wanted?"
I couldn't say no but I was coming around to it. She grimaced, shaking her hips to the jostling tinkle of Christmas. "My chimney is prepped but, tight fit baby. Oh, and this is your big gift this year. I don't even do anal for your father so don't expect a big haul Christmas morning."
"Y-Yes ma'am!" I sputtered.
"Oh, what's this?" From her cleavage, she pulled a sprig of mistletoe. "Oh, what's this?" She placed it over my head and puckered up.
"I thought you said ....."
"It's mistletoe darlin', it's like a law!" She waited with bated breath. I stared frozen for a split second and leaned in. The only thing Mom does besides the implants is lip fillers. Already a perfect ten, she loves her lips to be full and plump. They felt amazing on mine. We kissed, she crawled into my lap, and wrapped her arms around me.
"Sooooo.." She started, eyes darting up expectantly.
"Oh." I pulled the bow off and she squealed. "I am officially "open" now! Mmmm'." Her lips crushed mine again.
When my lips opened her tongue snaked in and we made out like teenagers. Throughout our make-out session, my dick became an iron bar rising behind her.
"Oooo, I feel that, naughty boy. Time to open MY present!" Mom bounced to her feet and crouched her ass to the floor. Clapping her hands excitedly she cooed. "Soooo much bigger than him, I can already tell!" There she went, breaking another one of her rules. Figures.
"I'm so excited." I love having a woman unbutton me and retrieve my cock, it tells me she wants it and when she does, she's going to be intense. Mom had my pants undone and a hand diving in within moments.
"Oh, my, goooooodd!" Not able to wait any longer she ripped my pants down and gawked at her "present."
"You are breaking my chimney tonight..." She breathed. "But fiiiiiiiiirst....." She hung the mistletoe over my cock and then Mom stretched her freshly painted lips around my head and bobbed. I've seen some shit but mom had me to the balls in the time it took me to register what was happening.
I groaned, placing my hands on her head. "Merry ....FUCKING .... Christmas ....."
The view was worth the mix-up alone. I may have made the best mistake of my life. I'd always tried to ignore how hot Mom is because she's my mom. It's hard to do that with her nose in my pubes.
"Hhggrroookk!" She choked. My eyes never left her ass, rocking back with her movement. She sucked for a few minutes and popped off. Standing over me she smirked. "Oh, I'm not popping the cork already. You promised me the fuck of a lifetime. Are you going to jingle my bells or what darlin'?"
I stood like a boxer getting back up after a knockout blow.
"OK, Alright. Let's do this." I undressed, my mom's face lighting up like Christmas lights. I work out regularly and keep a steady, healthy diet. I have a body that a woman like my mom deserves. Some women can't say no to a six-pack and pecs.
"I have missed seeing those..." She gasped.
"Turn around," I commanded.
"Do you think you're in charge son? Just because I'm doing this, it doesn't mean-"
-SLAP- I hit her ass so hard she jerked forward. I figured that would work. She trembled and turned obediently, putting her hands on the walls. I knelt, ripping her underwear to the side, and used all the tongue work I learned from the French tutor they hired my senior year.
I can't speak a word of French but by God, I was the only senior in high school eating pussy on a college level.
"Eeeee Michael!" She squealed. My nose rubbed against the plug but I barely noticed. I ate till Mom's legs went weak. She ground her ass back, her breathing getting shallow. "Baby, you're going to make me cum!" She braced herself and I pulled off.
"What are you doing!? She screamed.
"What did you tell me about popping a cork?" I could play her games just as well.
"MiiicchhhaaAAAeeellll!" I hit her ass again and put her waist in a bear hug. I buried my face back and ate like my life depended on it. I lifted, her heels coming off the carpet and mom made sounds I figured dad never heard.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggghhhhh!" She shrieked in one long wail.
'Oh shit, I'm cucking my own dad! I've done it to husbands before but it just dawned on me..."
Her juices slid down my chin. She stopped making sounds and slumped against the wall. I let her go and leaned back on my elbows, cock springing up.
"I owed you for the suck tease but I NEVER fail to get the woman off."
Her head rotated like a monster in a movie and her nostrils flared. "Oh, you're in for it now, get on the bed smartass!"
Hopping up my cock swung this way and that till mom wrapped a hand around it. In one quick motion, she jerked her head forward and I disappeared down her exceptional throat.
She didn't move, testing her ability to hold her breath. She gagged and choked, hands splayed on my thighs.
"Oooooh fuck you're amazing!"
Her head flew off and she pushed me down.
"That's just foreplay. I'm wetter than hell but a little extra can't hurt." The underwear came off, kicked across my room. She stood over me and waited, I grabbed my dick and held it for her. She lined up and slid, grunting with the effort.
"I've always been a size queen but if you told me the biggest cunt killer I ever took would be my own sons I'd tell you life is cruel." She hovered, taking a deep breath, her beautiful lips curled in strain.
"Oohh well, one night, better make the most of it." She fell with a scream and took the rest of me. "Fuck Michael, FFUUUCCKKKKK...."She bellowed. "I'm not going to feel your father for a fucking month....." She whispered under her breath but I heard it.
"Just give me a minute....need to adjust," I said, earning a chilly glare.
"Excuse me? Don't get cocky Michael. You're the one who gave me the note, you started this!" She rose, pussy clutching me, squeezing on my dick like a lover.
You mother fucker!" She slammed down and bounced up, rising a little higher.
"Naughty boy, seducing your own mother. And on Christmas!" Her nails scratched my chest but I didn't mind. She was working herself into a tizzy and my balls appreciated the way her ass blanketed them when she came down.
"Dirty little fucker, bad, bad, baaad booyy!" She moaned, leaning in and really bouncing herself up and down, working up a sweat. I lay there taking it. "How dare you make your mommy take your fucking huge cock!"
"YOU seem to be doing all the work, Mom."
"And whose fault is that!?" She demanded, fists in her hips and sheathed to the base. "What kind of man makes his mother do all the work?"
"Fair point Mom. I gripped her firm backside and lifted, to her protests. I tossed her back and looked down on her. "You want the fuck of a lifetime, right?"
"Well, you did promise me!" She groused.
"You asked for it." I pumped so hard she rebounded up. Gripping the mattress I hammered into my loud and proud mom. Her hand dug into my back and I smothered her. I placed my arms beneath her, held her tight, and fucked her senseless. Mom's legs quaked in the air and she screamed "AAHHHIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!" Only pausing to take a breath.
"How's this feel in your stocking Mom?" I growled.
"Fuck me you mother fucking fucker!" She ripped the bra down and I worshipped the tits I had fed on as a kid. They may be fake but they are twin miracles. Mom showed me her appreciation by pulling my head in with an iron grip.
"You l-like that p-pussy you AAGGGHH fucking sick baaAAAaaastard! How does it feel being back inside me? Tell me!"
"Mom, you have the sweetest fucking pussy, it deserves my cock. Now take it!" I had broken many a bed in my lifetime but Mom's the first woman to take such a pounding and not tap out.
"Oohh mmyyy goooddd I'm uuunngh!" She grunted through gritted teeth. She soaked me, pussy quivering, eyes crossing.
Mom moaned, mouth never opening when she spoke, words tearing through her teeth. "Biggest...GOD DAMNED orgasm....."
"Well get ready you beautiful Milf bitch cause the gifts keep coming and they're coming up your tight fucking cunt!" Her lower lips kissed my pelvis, my balls feeding her pussy all the hot cum she could ever want.
She jerked, screaming, "Ho ho hoooolllyyyy shit!" I knew some women who really got off when I nutted inside and Mom didn't seem to be any different. "Love ... being ...creampied!"
For a cocky cougar, she got a little nervous when I kept delivering. "Are..uuhhh, you still UUGGGHHH!?"
"Come on, haven't you been dreaming of a white fucking Christmas?" I buried it again, ramming into my mother like I was forcing the last spurts deep.
She came again, holding her belly and shrieking directly in my ear.
Wrenching her arms off I had to pull out to glaze the last shot across my mother's front. I hoped she'd be ok with it but I couldn't pass up the opportunity and she looked HOT freshly fucked and covered with cum. The leaking pussy really made my holidays.
I never wanted to take a picture of a fresh fuck more.
Sitting beside her I'd become awash in a deep sense of pride. I'd paid the blowjob back tenfold, leaving her a crumpled mess. A smoking hot mess but a mess.
"Well, fuck of a lifetime or what?"
"I've had better." She bluffed. I get more from her than dad, stubbornness is a key trait we share.
"Mom, I've seen war documentaries where shell-shocked soldiers look less rough than you do right now."
She cut her eyes at me. "Don't get cocky with me darlin'! Just because you MAY have rocked my world doesn't mean I can't still put you over my lap!"
"Can you even move?" I questioned and the look on my face must have pissed her off.
"Oh, that's it you fucker!" Mom ripped at me, hauled herself up, and threw me to the bed. "Let's try this again. Grab the wall and don't let go. Momma's taking charge!"
Mom popped her ass down, swallowing me in a single stroke, and rose almost to my bulbous head before slamming it back down again. "Slow down Mom, I just came!"
Where was she getting the energy? I've had dates end in mini comas after I fucked them like that.
"Hell no! I'm making sure you remember whose pussy you came out of. Hold the fuck on!"
The bells shook, adding a weird festive sound to mom's utter domination of my cock. I still wanted Robin but mom would be an achievement I could never top.
"Give momma that fucking cock! Come for me, come for mom and her tight fucking pussy!" She moaned and squealed between her taunts. I had always been in control. No woman had ever taken me but Mom was going to prove her point come hell or high water.
"You wanna come for me, you breeding bull? Do you want to fill Momma's womb with your fucking cum? Do it, cum for me. CUM FOR MOMMA!" She swallowed me whole and ground the shit out of me. I saw stars, my Milf Goddess of a mom in her Christmas lingerie and bells jostling on her neck and against her ass were driving me mad.
"I SAID, put your hot load in my FUCKING WOMB MICHAEL!"
"Gonna fucking blow again you bitch!"
"I'm the bitch? Who's moaning for his momma's pussy huh?" She cooed. "Cum Michael, come like a little bitch!"
I'd been called a lot of things but never A bitch. I came so God damned hard I felt mom's stomach rebound from the load. She was getting full but she wouldn't retreat, refusing to surrender. She climaxed again, pussy gushing onto me as I convulsed and bucked, trying to make her move but she held me steady, tightening her pussy in sync with my spurts.
"Ffuuucckkk yooouuuu mmoooooo..."
"Cumming with my sooon...ooon myyy soonnnsss coookkk....."
Mom landed on me sweaty bodies sliding around over each other.
"NOW who got the fuck of a lifetime mother fucker?" Full of herself Mom gave me a big smack on the forehead and lifted off.
"I have enough cum sloshing around to knock up the neighborhood but it's worth it. I think I proved my point." She jumped off, her legs shaking.
"Ooof, took a lot out of me," She sighed, glancing down. "Not as much as it put in though...."
"Well, if you're tapped out...." She suggested, raising a brow at me. I gripped her wrist and pulled her over me. Digging deep into the well of my own strength I sat up, forcing her over the bed.
"Stay there." I barked.
"What did I say? I am your mother and-"
-slap-
"Christ, stop doing that!" She whined. "I feel like I'm gonna squirt when you-"
-SLAP-
"No, now stay the fuck still," I commanded. I'm glad I was behind her. I didn't want her to see the bad shape I was in.
The damned bells hadn't stopped all night and Mom didn't seem to mind the plug but I wasn't leaving until I made sure she knew what I did to her for years to come. She wasn't going to forget this particular Christmas Eve.
"Easy, eaaaasssyyy!" She hissed at me, the plug having made a happy home in her ass. Her asshole spread gingerly, so tight it fought to keep it. The plug came loose with a loud -POP- and she shuddered, "OooOooOooooo."
"You may be the queen in the house but tonight, I'm showing you that I'm the King." I hit her again, tanned globes wobbling, asshole winking at me. "I'm gonna make you howl bitch!"
"Prove it mother fucker! AagghhFUCK!" Hands came down in sync, marking her with my palms. Shoving her forward I pressed my luck, "Hold your fucking ass open mom. Dad's not gonna feel your pussy for a month, huh?"
"You heard that?" She gasped.
"Well, you won't be able to sit till New Year's after I wreck your chimney." The bottle of lube I kept handy had just enough left to get us prepared.
"Y-You're bluffing, you don't have anything left." I didn't but judging by her breathing, neither did she.
I pushed in, her ass protesting my entrance. I thought her pussy was tight but her ass could make diamonds.
"My poor ass! Fuck you're so biiiig Michael!"
"And you are so FUCKING, tight mom!"
"Do it baby, break mommy ass!" She pleaded, presenting her spread ass to me. "Your dad hates anal and I never get it anymore. Fuck momma's tight ass darlin'!"
I love my dad, despite fucking his wife. I couldn't grasp his distaste of anal, especially with an ass like Mom's. I love anal, pussy is amazing but the tight, different feel can't be beat.
"Take it all mom, you teasing bitch! You thought you were going to get all tough, you're not so tough with my dick in your perfect fucking ass, are you?"
Chin wobbling and eyes welling, Mom ripped her back and moaned like the dead. "MoooOOOOoorrreeee!"
Gripping her hips I yanked her back, forcing the rest inside. She came, spraying her thighs and throwing her head around in a frenzy.
"My ass is so GOD DAMNED FUCKING FULL YOU MOTHER FUCKER! FUCK MOMMAS ASS FUCK MOMMAS ASS FUCK MEEEEEE!"
"If Dad isn't fucking this ass once a week then I've lost all respect for him."
"Don't talk about your fatheroooOOOOOOO Fuck pound mommas aaaAAASSSS!" A hand creeping its way between her legs was all I needed to keep her in a constant state of ecstasy.
We bounced up and down for who knows how long. Mom's ass never left my cock, if I moved far enough away she pushed off the bed so her ass wouldn't lose my cock.
"I'm out Mom, I have to cum I can't last!"
"Me too my precious darlin', I'm tapped, you broke me but PLEASE creampie my fucking ass!"
"You got it you hot bitch. Oh, and mom?
"YeeEEEeeessss?"
I crushed her, pistoning my hips against her and depositing a load up her broken ass she'd need a week to clean out.
"Merry FUCKING Christmas!"
"OoooOOoooooo ggoooOOOOOOOoooood yeeessshhhhh!"
"That's it, mom, take my cum you sexy bitch! Eerrggghhh!"
Her ass moved on its own, hole sucking me dry and hips rotating it around my shaft. "I've never come so much mom, gonna drown your ass in my cum!"
I pumped her full, three loads ruining her flat belly over the course of the night. "That's it, I'm out Mom, I have nothing left, you drained me."
"E-Everything you wanted baby?" Her eyes fought to stay open. She'd be passing out soon and so would I. Her gaping ass looked like a cup's mouth full of milk. I overflowed and trickled down between her sore legs.
"And more Mom."
"Good. Get out, Merry Christmas."
"What? This is my room!" I started.
"It's in MY house so it's mine. Besides, I can't fuckin move. For another thing, I let you fuck the shit out of me so I call the shots. Lastly, we aren't sharing a bed any longer tonight." She declared firmly.
"Why?"
"What we did was wrong but we both wanted it so I let it go but if you stay, we'll start making out, cuddle, and fuck the night away and if I do that, we won't be able to recover and I can't let this go any further. We knew what this was darlin'."
"One night," I remembered. I grabbed some spare clothes and got dressed.
"Exactly. Listen," She said, still motionless on her belly. Every word sounded like a struggle. "You're my son first and I love you with all of what I am. This can never happen again, ever. Do you understand? No more cards or notes. Got it?"
"Yes ma'am." I brushed the hair from her face and gave her a peck on the cheek. I was going to sleep for a day straight after coming that hard.
"Good. I love you, take the couch. Starting tomorrow. This never happened." She breathed, almost out.
I grabbed the underwear she had worn and pocketed it. "What never happened?" I murmured, covering her with my blanket.
"Good boy, and Michael? You made this Christmas Eve one to remember. I love you."
"Love you too Mom." I shut the door and let her sleep, she earned it. Best Christmas gift in my life.
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I know most of the stories like this, the relationship is forever changed, the mother becomes addicted and the son falls for her. Not this time. I love my mother, I've been clear about that. I respected her wishes and I never pushed those boundaries again. We went right back to our normal relationship the next morning.
When I woke up, she was already in the kitchen making breakfast. The only sign of the night before was her limp. She thanked me for my "gifts" last night but other than that, nothing was different. We did what we needed and it was over. I never let her know what happened, the mix-up is still the greatest mistake I ever made. Well, maybe my second.
Robin came over that night for Christmas. Neither Mom nor Dad's family lives anywhere near us so it's just the two families together.
Mom banished me to my room so I wouldn't laugh at them getting drunk. Mom ran to Robin's to grab my real Christmas present. I didn't even want it after what he gave me the night before.
"Well, here I am, tiger," Robin said in her smoky voice behind my ear. "The only Christmas gift you need."
She seemed different.
"So, there's a billion women in the world but only one for you, hm, now who would that be I wonder?"
Mom's note. I had totally forgotten about her gift!
"It's sweet, really. I know we've had these crushes for years," OK, I did NOT know she had a crush too. "But we can't act on them. I do care for my husband. I can't leave him for you but I appreciate you telling me that you look up to me, that I inspire you and most of all, that you love me."
Robin kissed me, sweet and tenderly. "It brought a year to my eye as the sweetest thing a man has ever done for me. I could see us being happy but I just can't." Still shocked by the situation she pulled my face close to hers. "Your mom would never forgive me and she's my best friend."
"I understand." It sucked but it was easier to get rejected after failing successfully with mom.
"Don't get me wrong, we can still fuck though!" She said, teasingly bopping me on the nose with a finger. "I was already planning on doing that, so it was an easy decision there. That's all though, just sex, no strings. Are you ok with that?" She asked regretfully.
"Uhm, yes, I think I will be ok." I deadpanned.
"Good. Oh, I hear your mom, remember, no word about us!"
Mom came in holding a big, flat box, and still limping. She told Robin she hurt herself opening my gift. I snorted into my eggnog and she tossed me a scathing look.
I opened her gift to find a new suit she had wanted for me. While I tried it on, Mom told Robin about her "gift" last night. That I got something that she had been wanting to wear and how I was the sweetest son ever."
I hated only having one chance. I would have had a chance with Robin, but Mom kept her word about us. It's been over a decade and we've never even come close to repeating that. I've thought about it often.
I'm thirty-six now and still think back to that night. A lot has changed. I pulled a Robin, briefly married to a gorgeous woman who did everything I asked and I still couldn't help but cheat but that isn't what hurt the marriage, mostly because she never caught me. We had a few kids and everything worked for a few years. We were happy. The marriage ended when I found out I had a daughter from a fling in high school.
I grew up here and there, started my own business, and made it into a pillar of the community. For all my successes I was never really successful in love. The one marriage was all I needed to tell me I wasn't suited for it
Dad passed away recently and it made me think about it again. That's why I'm writing this. I've been with a lifetime of women but none lasted, especially Robin. We dated when she got divorced shortly after that Christmas. It didn't last, she couldn't bring herself to tell Mom and I got tired of keeping it a secret.
Be thankful for every moment, every blessing life gives you. Mom's almost sixty now and just as gorgeous as ever. Robin is right behind her but Mom will always be the most beautiful woman I know.
I'm going to be spending the holidays with just her and me since that night. The ex has our kids and my daughter pops in and out when she wants. She's too much like me. Robin may drop by but Mom said she wants this night to be for us. That's fine, I haven't been able to bring myself to see Robin in years
It's been a long time since I had Mom all to myself. I'm thinking of stopping at her favorite shop and ordering her a little something.
It's the happiest time of the year, anything can happen right?
-Merry Fucking Christmas!