Cummin' Home for Christmas

"Fuck, baby...you're gonna make Mommy come," she gasped out as she let the swollen nipple slip out of her sucking lips. "Deeper, baby...harder...give it to me...fill Mommy up with that cum of yours."

Hunter's heart was pounding like a jackhammer as he watched his mother's hips buck up savagely against her pistoning hand, the two ends of the dildo driven deep inside her needy body.

"OH FUCK, BABY...YES...YES...FUCK MOMMY HARD...YESSSSSSSS!"

Hunter could only stand there, gasping as he watched his mother's body start to shake and convulse as a massive climax ripped through her. Her shapely hourglass figure was trembling and quivering as wave after wave of blissful delight coursed through her. Her head was thrown back into the pillows and her eyes remained closed as she rode out her orgasm, her hand continuing to move the dildo in and out of her clutching holes. He watched as her huge naked breasts, spit-covered and now totally spread out over the full breadth of her chest, jiggled and wobbled enticingly as her body shook, her release continuing for a long time before the luxurious sensations finally started to ebb away.

When her quivering started to slow, Hunter drew back, but just couldn't stop looking while she drew in deep breaths of air as she recovered. Still spellbound, he watched as she slowly withdrew both ends of the bizarre dildo from inside her, each end coming out with a nasty sucking sound and dripping with her juices.

"C'mere, baby, let Mommy lick you clean," he heard her say as she brought the glistening toy to her mouth. Her lips opened and she slid the pointed finger end into her mouth first, her lips closing down and her eyes hooded in bliss as she licked and sucked the creamy cunt-honey off the toy.

"Mmmm, we taste so good together, baby," she muttered as she turned the dildo around and brought the fisted end to her mouth. "I love when my boy fucks Mommy in the ass. You're so big, and go so deep. I love it."

Hunter gasped as she licked at the shiny rubber fist, soft moans of blissful pleasure emanating from deep in her throat. As he watched her tongue run all over the glistening toy, he realized that he was on the verge of being discovered. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he stealthily moved to the side and then back. He turned and leaned against the stairwell handrail for a few seconds, trying to gather his thoughts. He felt dizzy thinking about what he'd just witnessed, but the rock-hard cock pressing against the front of his jeans told him that it was real. He turned and looked back at the bedroom door, hoping his mother hadn't heard him when he'd moved. The one thing he knew was that he had to get out of there. His mother would be mortified if she knew he'd been spying on her.

Holding onto the handrail to steady himself, he stole quietly down the stairs and made his way out of the house as quietly as he could. He got into his car, put it into neutral and let the gentle slope of the driveway ease him back out onto the street. He started the car as quietly as possible and drove away, his brain swirling. He drove to a park a short distance away and parked, unable to even move.

"Holy fuck," he said out loud, smashing his fists on the steering wheel. "What the fuck am I going to do now?" His cock was still throbbing like crazy, wanting attention. But a lot of 'what ifs' started ping-ponging this way and that in his brain. 'What if Mom wants me as badly as I want her?'... 'What if I really had a chance to fuck her? Was she really calling out my name when she came like a fucking tsunami?'

Those thoughts and more caused him to sit there and think about what had just happened. He was thrilled by all of it, as totally un-fucking-real as it was. And fuck, yes, his mother looked absolutely breathtaking coming like that, her lush curvy body flexing and shaking like a wild thing. It was, without a doubt, the hottest thing he had ever seen. Hunter had watched a lot of porn in his time, and nothing came close to the show his mother had just put on in front of him. But now, what to do...what to fucking do?!?!

He took a number of deep breaths, willing himself, and his cock, to calm down. He was so near the edge that he could have whipped out his prick and whipped off a load in seconds flat, but...based on what he'd just seen, and the infinitesimal possibility of...fuck, just in that miniscule case, this was no time to undo his pants and play tug of war with the cyclops.

He got out of the car, leaned against the roof and took a few more deep breaths. He strode off at a quick pace, did a couple of laps around the park, before finally deciding what to do. He pulled out his phone. On the second ring, she answered.

"Hi baby."

Just the sweet sound of his mother's voice sent a pang of need right back to his prick. "Hi, Mom."

"Where are you? I didn't expect to hear from you for a few hours yet."

"The interview got moved up yesterday so I was able to get away earlier than I expected. I drove to LA and stayed with Rob last night. I left his place a short time ago and now I just made a pit stop and grabbed something to drink. I'm only about a half hour away. I figured I'd give you a call and let you know."

"Oh honey, that's wonderful!" Hunter could hear the pure joy in her voice.

"What time is Dad due to get in?"

"He was supposed to get in at 4:45 but he just called a few minutes ago. His flight's been delayed an hour. I guess they're getting a bit of a storm."

Now, wouldn't that be something, Hunter thought to himself. "Okay, hopefully it works out okay for him. All right, I'm going to get back in the car now. I'll see you shortly. Do you need anything?"

"Just you, baby. Get home as soon as you can. I've missed you so much."

Hunter could hear the emotion in his mother's voice and having seen what he'd witnessed just a short time ago, her words warmed his heart and fired his libido at the same time. He decided to press things a little bit. "I've missed you too, Mom. More than you can imagine."

"That's so sweet. Well, I'm right here waiting, so be as quick as you can." And with those final words, she was gone.

The thought of her waiting for him, splayed out on her bed like that, had Hunter climbing the walls within his perverted brain. He drove to a nearby variety store and bought a cold drink, loving the raspy feeling of the ice-cold beverage as it slid down his throat, helping to cool his rising internal temperature. He took his time sitting in the parking lot nursing his drink. Finally, feeling that enough time had elapsed since he'd made his call mere blocks from the house, he tossed the empty can into the recycling container and headed home.

As soon as he pulled into the driveway, his mother raced out of the house, her blonde hair shining like spun gold as she came towards him, her gigantic breasts bobbing and heaving beneath her tight top. In a split second, Hunter saw that it was a soft yellow sleeveless turtleneck that hugged her ample curves like a second skin. The vertical lines of the fabric flowed in and out provocatively around her ample bust, the deep shadow cast on her midsection by the imposing shelf made his cock throb with need right away. As she got closer, he could see the outline of her heavily-structured bra beneath the tight sweater, with tiny shadows making it crystal clear where her nipples were.

Fuck, those tits look incredible, Hunter said to himself as he forced his gaze down from her wobbling boobs. Below the form-fitting top, she was wearing a white cotton miniskirt, the hem of the skirt ending slightly north of mid-thigh. The skirt was nice and tight in the caboose, emphasizing the impressive beach-ball-like curves of her lush rear end. On her feet she wore strappy white flat sandals, perfect with her casual outfit. Against the brilliant white of her skirt and shoes, her legs looked amazing, nicely toned and warmly tanned.

"Oh baby, I'm so glad you're home," she said as she came up to him and threw her arms around his neck. She lifted her face to his.

In the last half hour, Hunter had been thinking what he'd do at a time like this. He decided that this was not the time to be bashful, but he had to make sure not to overstep any boundaries either. He still didn't know where his mother's head was at, but he decided to take a bit of a chance. They normally kissed on the cheek for both their hellos and goodbyes, with just the occasional quick peck on the lips every once in a while. Hunter caught her by surprise when he brought his mouth down and pressed his lips firmly against hers. At the same time, he slipped his arms around her lower back and pulled her close, feeling the massive swells of her soft tits pressing against the front of his polo shirt. He kissed her firmly as he held her against him, but without using his tongue. He could feel her kissing him back, but he could feel that she was tentative, unsure of what was happening. With a final playful nip at her plump bottom lip, he broke the kiss and pulled back slightly, his arms still holding her close.

"Whew, easy there sailor," his mother said playfully as she blew a stray tendril of hair off her face, which he could see was flushed. She kept her hands locked behind the back of his neck and he was happy to see she seemed to be in no hurry to break their embrace. He could have sworn he felt the protrusion of her stiff nipples pressing into his chest.

"Sorry, Mom. I'm just so happy to see you." God, she is so incredibly beautiful, Hunter thought as he looked down into those gorgeous blue eyes of hers. They seemed to be twinkling with both excitement, and something else that hit him right in the groin. If only he knew what she was thinking?

"I missed you so much too, baby," she said before standing on her tiptoes and kissing him once more. He was happy to see that she initiated the 'lips on lips' kiss this time. And he responded in kind, this time letting his hands slip down slightly to softly smooth out over the full round cheeks of her curvy backside. He was happy to see that she was in no hurry to make him move his exploring hands either. The kiss was sweet, but deliciously sexy at the same time, and this time it was her that ended it by nipping at his bottom lip before backing away, her gorgeous blue eyes twinkling playfully. "C'mon, sweetie. Grab your stuff and come inside. I want you to help me finish decorating the tree."

"You haven't done that yet?" Hunter asked as he pulled his suitcase and suit bag out of the trunk.

"I was waiting for you to come home, and your father is useless at that kind of thing." Just then they heard the phone ring inside the house. His mother took off in that direction, his eyes feasting on the provocative sway of her curvy backside. He couldn't get the image of that 'fisted' end of the double-dildo driving deep into that succulent ass just a short time ago.

"Oh honey, really?" were the first words Hunter heard when he walked into the house. He spotted his mother on the phone in his father's den. She looked at Hunter when he came in and mouthed the words 'it's your father' in his direction. Hunter put his stuff down and leaned against the door frame of the den, wondering what was going on.

"You're kidding," his mother said, her face showing her concern. "Wait a second, Hunter just got home. I'll put you on speaker." She pressed the button and put the receiver down. She nodded towards her son.

"Hi Dad. Can you hear me?"

"Welcome home, son. I'm glad for your mother's sake that at least one of us could make it."

"What's going on?"

"I was just telling your mother. First they told us our flight was delayed an hour. Now, this crazy storm has gotten worse. The whole Northeast is socked in, and it doesn't look like it's going to let up anytime soon. The airline is putting us up in a hotel nearby, but that's all we can do. It looks like I won't be able to get home until tomorrow."

"Well, that really sucks."

"Yeah, tell me about it."

"Honey," Hunter's mother said, "it's better to be safe than sorry. It's only one day."

"Yes, but it's Christmas Eve."

"I know, I know. But Hunter's here now. He'll take good care of me, won't you, sweetheart," she said as she gave Hunter a coy look that almost took his breath away.

"We'll be fine, Dad, don't worry. I'll take care of Mom, just like you would." Hunter couldn't help but picture himself taking his father's place in his mother's marital bed.

"That's good. It's Christmas and you know how special it is to your mother. Be a good son and spoil her, do whatever she asks you to do. I know she'll make it up to you somehow."

That's exactly what I'm hoping for, Hunter thought to himself. "I will, Dad. You just take care of yourself and stay safe." Hunter's eyes met his mother's. There was that curious little twinkle again to go along with that playful smile of hers. "And don't worry, I'll make sure Mom has everything her sweet little heart desires." His mother's smile broadened as she almost blatantly looked him up and down, her eyes even lingering over the package hidden beneath his jeans. It was just for a second or two before she tore her eyes away, but he had definitely noticed it.

"Okay, dear," his mother continued as she turned her attention back to her husband. "I'm so sorry you won't be able to make it home for Christmas."

"I'm sorry too. You guys are still going out for dinner with the Suttons, right?"

This came as a bit of a surprise to Hunter. They had done that special 'Christmas Eve Dinner' with the Suttons in the past, but not for the last couple of years. As much as he'd originally looked forward to possibly dumping a few loads into each of Mrs. Sutton's hot mature holes, at this point, his full attention was on his mother.

"Do you think we should, sweetheart?" Hunter's mother continued. "It's not going to be the same without you there."

"Of course you should go. I know how much that dinner means to you, and you did buy that new dress for it, right?"

His mother gave Hunter an impish smile and shrugged her shoulders guiltily before looking back towards the phone. "Yes, you know I did."

"Then go, by all means, the two of you go. Wear your new dress and have a great time. Did Dick say that Julia was going to be joining us this year?"

Hunter took a second to remember who Julia was, the Sutton's gangly, and often obnoxious, teenage daughter. He hadn't seen her in years. She'd gone through a bit of a rebel phase as a younger teenager, not wanting to be seen anywhere with her parents, whether it be Christmas, or whatever, it didn't matter to her.

"Yes, Jean said that Julia has really blossomed once they sent her to that private school. She's 18 now, and quite an adorable little thing."

"Fine then. You two go for dinner. Have a wonderful time, and just know that I will miss you both. I'll be home as soon as I can. They're not calling for this storm to end anytime soon, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed."

"Okay, honey. You stay safe. We'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too. Merry Christmas, honey. Merry Christmas, son."

"Merry Christmas, Dad," Hunter replied, and his mother did the same before ending the call.

"Well, sweetie," his mother said as she slowly sashayed across the room, those wide hips shifting enticingly from side to side. "It looks like it's just the two of us for Christmas Eve." She slid her arm through his and started to lead him further into the house. She tilted her head up and looked into his eyes, a coquettish glint in them that made his blood stir. "Do you think the two of us can have a good time together?"

"I know we can, Mom," Hunter said as he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. He loved the feel of the side of one large breast pressing against his ribs. Jesus, they're big, and so fucking soft. "Like I told Dad, this is your special day. I'll do whatever you want me to do." Hunter paused for a second, wondering if he should say what he was thinking, and then decided to go for it. "Just think of me as your paid escort for the day. I'm yours to do with as you please, and any wish of yours is my command."

They stopped where they were and his mother looked up at him, her eyes misty with emotion. "That's so sweet, Hunter, and I love you so much." She stood on her tiptoes again and tipped her head up, wanting another kiss. Hunter eagerly complied, only this time, the kiss was much softer, and a bit longer. He became a touch more bold, letting the tip of his tongue trace teasingly along the line between her lips. He felt her tense for brief second, but she didn't pull back. She just pressed her lips even firmer against his before finally breaking the kiss and stepping back, both of them breathless. She smoothed the hem of her top over the waistline of her skirt nervously for a second, and then looked up at him with her head crooked kittenishly to one side. This time, he could clearly see her nipples protruding beneath her tight top after their kiss and, fuck, are they ever big, he thought to himself.

"So, you want to be my paid escort, do you?" she continued, giving him a playful smile.

"Whatever you wish, Milady," Hunter said as he put one hand across his chest and gave an exaggerated bow. The gesture made both of them chuckle, and did serve to break the bit of sexual tension in the air.

"Well, well, my own personal escort," his mother continued. "That does sound a bit naughty, but fun too."

"It can be whatever you want it to be," Hunter replied, and even ventured a naughty wink in her direction.

"Well, I can't expect my escort to perform his duties admirably on an empty stomach now, can I? Would you like some lunch?"

"That would be perfect."

*

The two spent the next little while in the kitchen as his mother prepared some food for the both of them. The conversation flowed freely and, yes, those usual Christmas carols that Hunter had expected were constantly playing in the background. After lunch, Hunter helped his mother decorate the tree. He did most of the work placing lights and ornaments up high, but a couple of times she ventured up the ladder to place things just the way she wanted. Hunter was only too happy to hold the ladder steady for her. His eyes seemed drawn by a magnet as he looked up beneath the hem of her skirt right up into her cockpit, a snug pair of white panties cupping her mound.

His cock was on the slow burn all afternoon as he couldn't keep his eyes off her exquisite form. Both of them seemed to make inane excuses to 'accidentally' touch the other. A stroke on the hand here, a touch on the hip there, any excuse to come into some kind of physical contact, even though it was all perfectly innocent. Hunter couldn't help but wonder if his mother was becoming as aroused by it as he was. Based on what he'd witnessed earlier in her bedroom, he was sure that she was.

Once the tree was fully decorated and they'd shared a glass of warm cider, his mother suggested they each go to their rooms to relax for a little while before cleaning up and getting ready for dinner. Hunter was glad of the suggestion, if only to get away from his thoughts about that incredible body of hers and try to cool down a little bit. His cock had been swelling on and off all afternoon, and he knew he couldn't take much more without having to get off a load. So, he happily retired to his room, luggage and suit-bag in tow. He threw himself onto his bed and laid back, his mind going into overdrive as he thought about the day.

That initial shock of seeing his mother masturbating, and repeatedly calling out his name, had been a mind-blowing experience all on its own. And then the way she'd acted when he'd kissed her. He could tell that the interest had been there, but each of them was too tentative and unsure to break that taboo barrier. Was she really that interested, or was it just like the fantasies that he'd had about her? When she masturbated and called out his name, was it just an outlet she used to satisfy her sexual cravings, or did she really want to fuck him? It was hard to tell for sure. Somehow, he needed to know the truth. And now, with his father stuck thousands of miles away for at least twenty-four hours, Hunter knew that it was 'now or never'. There'd never be a chance like this again. As he peeled off his clothes and looked at his semi-hard cock and bloated balls, he knew he could have stroked off a massive load in no time flat. But there were those 'what ifs' again. What if she really wants it, what if tonight something really...?