Best Christmas Present Ever Ch. 01

Unbeknown to Glyn, Mary had left work early. She worked as an administrator in the local college, but as all the students had left for Christmas, there wasn't much to do. Her manager had told the staff to leave at lunchtime and go and finish their Christmas shopping but Mary had already finished her shopping.

Glyn had removed his T-shirt and was watching another video of the porn star who looked like his Mom. He didn't hear her car pull up or the front door open and continued yanking on his cock, as he was engrossed with the image on the screen. When Mary entered the living room she stopped dead. She couldn't believe what she saw. Glyn didn't see or hear her, he was close to coming and had his eyes glued to the screen. She backed out of the room without making a sound, only once taking her eyes of his cock to see the blond on the screen. Then back to Glyn's cock. "It's huge", she thought. "It must be at least nine inches." Glyn began to moan and Mary silently made her way to the front door and out. Just before she shut the door, she heard Glyn cry "Oh, Mom."

Sitting in the car she started shaking. A myriad of thoughts ran through her mind. She'd never seen a cock that big, or that beautiful. She couldn't shake the image of his cock from her head. Then the blond on his phone. "Oh, God, she looked like me. Did he really say that?" Mary started the car and drove to the local convenience store to buy some items as a cover for not entering the house.

Glyn had recognised the sound of the engine, leapt to his feet and ran to the bathroom clutching his clothes and his phone. He cleaned himself up and wondered if his Mom had seen him with his cock in his hand. Guilt ran through him. He felt like he had let her down.

As Mary entered the store she still couldn't stop herself thinking about her son's cock. "He's hung like a horse. Eeyore is hung like a fucking horse." Then it came to her - "Not a horse. Eeyore is a donkey. He's hung like a donkey. The boys must have seen him in the changing rooms and that's where the nickname came from. No wonder the girls didn't want to go near him. Well, that's not quite right, tall girls will like him, but if he likes girls my height, they would be terrified." She was happy to have figured out why he has such a nickname, but now she had to figure out a way to tell him it was not because he was slow. She grabbed a bottle of tomato ketchup and headed for the checkout.

Glyn sat watching the TV when Mary entered the house. "Hello, Son." She shouted.

"Hi, Mom." Glyn sheepishly replied. "Did I hear your car ten minutes ago?"

"I'd forgotten to get ketchup, so I went to the seven-eleven." Mary shouted from the kitchen. She was still happy having solved the riddle of Eeyore.

As soon as Mary entered the living room she could smell the aroma of Glyn's sex and it brought a smile to her face. Glyn was relieved to see her look happy. She wasn't angry with him.

"What's made you so happy?" He asked.

Mary blushed. "Getting a half day off work and something I figured out." She replied. "Tomorrow's Christmas Eve, have you got any plans?"

"Nah." He shook his head. "I tried asking Sandy out again and it was going well until someone shouted 'Eeyore'. She giggled, said 'Sorry Glyn, I'm going to be with Mom and Dad' and walked away."

"Oh, sorry, Son."

"Not to worry, Mom. I think I'd prefer to stay here with you, like when I was younger. When you'd let me stay up 'til after midnight and open one of my presents. Good times." He smiled at her and she smiled back.

Later that evening, while they were watching TV and eating pizza, Mary was formulating a plan about how she was going to explain Eeyore to her Son.

"Want anything from the kitchen, Mom?" Glyn asked as he rose. She shook her head with a mouthful of pizza. He went to the kitchen and opened cupboard door to get the ketchup. There were two bottles there on the shelf right in front of his eyes. He froze. Realisation that she had seen him earlier made his heart skip a beat and he felt a hollow sinking feeling in his stomach. "Why didn't she say anything? Why wasn't she angry? How do I face her now? Oh, God, what do I say? Say nothing! She left the two bottles for me to see. Why? She wants me to know that she saw me jacking off? No way! Oh fuck." He returned to the living room with the ketchup and sat down to watch TV. Mary noticed the ketchup and remembered there were two bottles. "Why didn't I hide the bottle somewhere else?" She asked herself.

Christmas Eve was mainly spent getting the food ready for Christmas day. Mary always made a fuss about setting the dining table with the best crockery and having a candelabra in the middle. Later in the afternoon she went to the seven-eleven and bought another two bottles of wine and a crate of beer. For her plan to work, she knew she had to be a little bit tipsy and it would be helpful if Glyn was too.

At eight o'clock it was time put the plan into action. She went to her bedroom and changed into a little black cocktail dress and put on heals. Her makeup was fine, but she added a bit of rouge and brushed her hair. In the kitchen she poured herself a large glass of wine and got a bottle of beer for Glyn. Pausing outside the living room door, she steeled herself and entered.

"Here you go, Son." She said as she passed him the beer. "If we're staying in tonight I see no reason we shouldn't get a little bit merry. Merry Christmas."

"Thanks, Mom. Merry Christmas to you as well." Glyn took a swig from the bottle then remembered the last time he had a drink with his Mom. That thought dissipated quickly when he noticed what she was wearing.

"WOW, Mom, you're looking good. Very... Um, err... sexy." He blushed.

"Well thank you, Son. Now put on 'It's A Wonderful Life'. Whenever that bottle runs dry, there's plenty more in the fridge."

Glyn sorted the movie and they sat down to watch. By the time the credits had rolled at the end, Mary had finished three large glasses of wine and Glyn had downed four bottles of beer. Mary got to her feet, feeling a little light headed.

"I do love that movie. It was my Mom's all-time favourite. Put on some soft music would you, Hon. Another bottle?"

"Sure. Thanks, Mom." He said before he searched the music channels for some soul music his mother liked. He had a feeling there was something about to happen, but he didn't know what. "It's Christmas Eve, it can't be bad", he thought.

Mary stood outside the living room with the drinks, took a large breath and entered. As she sat down, her dress rose up her thigh. Glyn couldn't help but to look at her thighs and quickly looked away. Mary cleared her throat.

"You remember yesterday when I said I'd figured something out. Well it's about your nickname, Eeyore." Glyn blushed, Mary continued. "But before I come to that, I want to ask you a bit more about this girl Sandy. I'll start with an easy one, how tall is she?" She took a swig of her wine.

Glyn thought for a second. "Five-foot something I'd guess. I'm not really good at heights."

"Compare her to me. Stand up." Mary stood up and beckoned Glyn to stand in front of her. Standing so close to him she was surprised at how powerful his physique now looked. Glyn looked at his Mom and took a step closer.

"She's about your height. Maybe a tiny bit taller."

"And what sort of build is she? Skinny, medium, athletic, big?" She asked looking up in to his eyes.

Glyn inspected his Mom's figure. "Firstly, Mom, I've got to say you've still got a really nice figure."

"Thank you."

"So don't be offended when I say she's a little bit slimmer than you."

"I'm not offended. You just paid me a lovely compliment." She said as a thought entered her mind. "Have you got a photo of her on your phone?"

"Hundreds", he said as he took out his phone. "Here, have a look." He scrolled through his photo's, filling the screen with his favourite pic's.

Mary was relieved to see Sandy had dark hair and eyes. "At least she didn't look like me", she thought.

"Son, before I go on, I've got to tell you this might get very embarrassing for both me and you, but I want you to promise you won't freak out."

Glyn looked at her with a wide-eyed stare and a furrowed brow. "What, Mom?"

"You've got to promise first. Now you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."

"OK, Mom, I promise."

Mary took a large gulp of her wine and pulled her legs up under her onto the chair. She didn't notice her dress ride further up her thigh, but Glyn saw she was wearing red panties before she pulled her dress down.

"Yesterday when I got home early, I did come in before and I saw something I shouldn't have."

Glyn blushed and closed his eyes. "Oh, God, Mom, I'm so sorry. It won't happen again. I promise." He put his head in his hands.

"It's alright, Son. It's nothing to worry about. Now look at me."

Glyn looked at her and Mary could see his anxiety.

"Relax, take another sip of your beer. Now you know I've already seen your cock, it won't matter if I see it again. You've got nothing to be ashamed of, in fact, your cock is something to be proud of."

Glyn was amazed to hear the word 'cock' come from his mother's lips and by the time she had finished the sentence, his cock started to twitch and all manner of thoughts entered his head about where this conversation was going. He swigged on his beer.

"This nickname you've got, Eeyore. It's not because you are not the brightest in your class, it's because you are hung like a donkey. Eeyore is the donkey in Winnie The Pooh. That's why the other boys are laughing and the girls are giggling. You can be proud of that cock you've got." Mary took another large gulp of her wine.

Every time he heard her say 'cock', his own started to throb. "What are you on about, Mom, I haven't got a big..." He felt his cock harden further and shifted his position on the sofa to get more comfortable.

Mary hadn't been able to keep her eyes from glancing at his crotch. She had seen it twitch and grow. Memories of yesterday came flooding back to her. She took another gulp of wine and continued.

"Haven't you noticed when in the showers after gym class that yours is a lot bigger than the other boys?"

"No, Mom. I don't look at other boy's..." Glyn swigged on his beer and Mary took another gulp of wine.

"Every young man your age watches porn, right?" Asked Mary. Glyn shrugged. "Well, the men in those movies are not average. They're big. If you've never looked at another cock in real life, then if you compare yourself to those in porn, you might think it average, but believe me, it's not."

Glyn's cock was starting to get hard. He shifted his arm to try and hide the bulge in his pants.

"Oh, Mom, you're talking nonsense."

"OK, Glyn, I'll prove it to you. First I'm going to get me another glass of wine and you another beer."

Glyn watched his Mom walk out of the room. A slight swagger in her walk only accentuated the shape of her body in the tight fitting cocktail dress. His cock throbbed and grew in size. "That's a cute ass", he thought.

Mary entered the kitchen and sorted the drinks. She knew she was definitely a little tipsy, but she was also exhilarated. She could feel her heart beating faster. Not since she first started dating her ex-husband had she felt like this. Now for the final part of the plan.

She came into the living room and gave Glyn his drink.

"Thanks, Mom."

"This girl Sandy, she's about my height, right?" he nodded. "You're not going to like this, but your cock is too big for her. That's why she's always said no when you asked her out on a date."

Glyn looked at his Mom with bewilderment. "Now you're being crazy. You're drunk."

Mary rose from her chair. "I said I'd prove it to you. Now this is going to be the most embarrassing part of the night. Look at me." He looked her straight in the eye. "Stand up." She said.

"No." Glyn tersely replied.

"Glyn, Honey, I saw your erection yesterday. You've nothing to be worried about."

He stood up and faced her. Mary couldn't help but stare down at the bulge in his pants.

"Sorry", she said looking him in the eye. "Take your T-shirt off" she commanded.

He paused then complied. The next thing he saw was beyond his wildest imagination. He could feel his heart race. Blood was pumping through his brain at a rate of knots he'd never experienced before. His cock was now fully erect and straining against his jeans. Right in front of him, she was taking off her dress. She stood two feet from him wearing only the red lace underwear set.

"This is not sexual" she said. "It's the only way I can think of to prove to you that you have a massive cock." As she said the words, she wasn't sure if even she could believe it's not sexual. "We are going to get naked so we can compare our bodies. Nothing sexual." She reached behind, unclasped her bra and threw it onto the chair. "Now take off the rest of your clothes." A thought raced through her mind: "Nothing sexual, so why are my nipples pointing straight at him".

Glyn stood there, staring at his Mom's tits. They were perfect. Not as pert as the others he had seen, but nicely rounded and firm. He fought the urge to reach out and touch them. His eyes glued to her erect nipples.

"Look at me, Son. Nothing sexual is going to happen. Take off the rest of your clothes and don't worry about me seeing your erection."

"OK, Mom." He took off his jeans and boxers in one move and stood with his erection pointing straight at his Mom. Then she took off her panties. He wasn't sure if he was going to pass out. The most perfect vision of beauty he had ever seen was stood naked two feet from him. His cock throbbed and bounced against his stomach. Mary looked at his cock.

"Wow", she gasped. "You sure do have a magnificent..."

"Don't say it, Mom. This is hard enough as it is."

"It's hard, alright", Mary giggled. Glyn realised what he had said and laughed.

Mary turned around and bent down to pick up a ruler she had earlier placed beside her chair. "Why didn't I bend my knees", she asked herself. Glyn looked at her bum and saw her puffy pink pussy lips protrude from between her legs. His hand reached for his cock, but he withdrew it just before she turned back to him.

"Stand still." Mary said as she took hold of him by the biceps and moved closer until the head of his cock was almost between her tits. His brain was swimming; he was losing control. When she placed the ruler against his cock it sent a spasm throughout his body. He tried to steady himself, but the sight of his mom naked with her head inches from his cock caused his legs to tremble.

Mary couldn't but marvel at the cock she was looking at. It had been two years since she had last seen one and this was the most amazing cock she had ever seen. Involuntarily she opened her mouth and let out a gasp of breath. It hit his cock and it throbbed right in front of her eyes. Glyn groaned.

"Sorry", she said, not knowing if she was sorry at all. She rose to meet his gaze. "Just under ten inches is big. Most men's cocks are about five or six inches. Can you see how far up this would go if you were to put it into me. Into Sandy", she quickly corrected herself. "It would hurt her inside. It would feel like it was going to pop out of her throat."

Glyn looked at his cock, inches from being between his mother's tit's. He closed his eyes and imagined pushing against her.

"Now hold still."

"Hold still", he thought, opening his eyes. It was all he could do to remain standing. This vision of sex was moving her hands towards his cock.

"I could get one hand around your father's cock, now look at this." She placed both hands around his cock. Her thumbs met at the nails and her fingers met at the knuckles. She needed almost both hands to measure his girth. She knew should let go, but something inside wouldn't let her. She was staring at the most beautiful thing she had ever seen and she couldn't let go. Her hands seemed to move involuntarily. Desire had taken over and her hands slowly moved up and down his magnificent shaft. The heat from his throbbing cock made her hands move faster and grip tighter. She couldn't stop herself staring at his big, meaty, cock. A dribble of pre-come seeped from the bulbous head. She took it between her thumb and forefinger and massaged it onto his cock, never looking up. His cock starting throbbing continuously in her hands and she could feel the semen rising. She looked up at her Son.

"Would you like me to finish you off?"

"Oh, Jesus, yes", was all he could muster.

Mary returned her gaze to his cock and started moving both hands faster. His cock head had turned dark red, almost purple, and she knew he was close.

Glyn watched his Mom rubbing her hands up and down his cock. He wasn't sure if his legs were going to buckle before he came, or if he was going to pass out.

"I'm about to come, Mom."

She tugged faster and the first jet of semen erupted from his cock and flew over her shoulder. Lowering his cock, the next stream hit her at the top of her tits, just beneath her throat. As she moved to one side several more ropes of semen flew through the air. "This is fucking amazing", she thought.

Glyn was in ecstasy, his mind blown. He caught a glimpse of his mother's face - a look he had never seen before, as if she was possessed. A final jet of semen spurted from his cock and his left leg buckled. He staggered backwards and Mary instinctively let go. Glyn collapsed onto the sofa, breathing heavily with his eyes closed and his cock resting against his stomach.

Mary stared at her Son, her young man of a son. He looked beautiful. Reality snapped back in and she realised what she had just done. She put her panties back on and pulled the cocktail dress over her head. She managed to conceal her nakedness before Glyn opened his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Son, that wasn't part of my plan."

"Oh, my God, Mom. That was amazing."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, but that is something a mother should never do to her son. I think you need to go and take a shower and then we better have another chat. Go on, scoot."

He gathered his clothes and went upstairs. Mary sat in her chair and thought about what had just happened. She wasn't concerned about herself, just thought of what it might have done to her son. How could she explain to him that this could never happen again. What could she say that wouldn't push him away from her. It was difficult to compose her thoughts, but after a sip of her wine she had an idea of what she would say.

Glyn was in the shower thinking of what had just happened. His first thought was that it was fan- fucking-tastic. The best experience of his life. By the time he had finished the shower, he wondered how his mom felt. He knew that something like that should never happen and realised she must be feeling terrible for what she had done. How to console his mother and tell her it's ok was all he could think about. Then it hit him. He would never be able to have sex with Sandy. All thoughts about his mom evaporated and his heart sank.

Mary took another sip of her wine, then reached up to scratch an itch on her chest. She felt the not yet dried semen and pulled her hand away. She recalled angling his cock towards her and deliberately aiming it at her chest. A hot flush ran through her. She put two fingers into her mouth and covered them with saliva. The shower was still running upstairs and she removed her fingers from her mouth and rubbed the semen into her chest. She licked her fingers again and massaged the rest of his come into her neck. As she reached a hand between her legs, the shower stopped and she jolted back into thinking about the forthcoming conversation. Another glass of wine and a bottle of beer was going to be needed.

As Glyn sat down on the sofa without looking at Mary, she looked over and saw the sad expression on his face. What sort of mother was she? What had she done to her son? Would he ever forgive her? Would he leave her on her own?