Cummin' Home for Christmas

He couldn't shake those thoughts and knew a cold shower was necessary. Shaking himself out of his reverie, he went into the en-suite bathroom attached to his room and turned the shower knobs to COLD, at least at the start. After the icy pellets had him cringing and his cock shying away like a scared rabbit, he slowly increased the temperature and savored the bliss of a nice long shower, eventually letting cascades of steaming hot spray rain down on his muscular form as he used all his willpower to keep his hands off his needy cock.

He shaved, put on some delicate cologne (one that his mother had given him as a gift and that he knew she liked) and donned the suit he'd worn to the interview. His mother had picked that out for him too before he went away to college this year. It was a gorgeous trim-fitting navy suit that she'd seen in an Italian fashion magazine. With Hunter's height, broad shoulders and narrow waist, it looked great on him. Even he had to admit she was right about that. A crisp white shirt, geometrically-patterned tie and soft tan leather shoes (all of which his mother had helped pick out) completed the outfit. With his wavy hair combed and looking rakishly sexy, Hunter was ready for whatever came next.

Checking himself one final time in the mirror and giving himself a wink, he made his way to the Family Room to wait for his mother. He leaned against the towering stone fireplace and checked his phone, anxious to see if there was anything from the firm he'd interviewed with the day before. He was happy to see that there was a short message from the assistant of the senior partner, saying the partner had enjoyed meeting with him, that he had done very well, wished Hunter a happy holiday season, and that they would be in touch with him in the New Year. There was one final sentence that Hunter was thrilled to see: "If you have any further interviews, please contact us first before making any commitment." Flushed with excitement, Hunter couldn't stop smiling as he read that line over and over.

"My, don't you look handsome." His mother's voice made Hunter turn. It was a good thing he was leaning against the fireplace, otherwise the sight before him would likely have made him topple over as, within seconds, the blood flowed like a racing avalanche from his brain to his midsection.

His mother stood across the room from him, adjusting an earring as she posed with one leg slightly in front of the other, letting him get a good look at her new dress. AND WHAT A FUCKING DRESS IT WAS! Hunter thought as his eyes raked hungrily over his mother's exquisite form. The color was a glorious fiery scarlet red that set his own heart on fire. It was sleeveless, with a high collar that circled her long regal neck attractively. From the waist up, it was made of lacy brocade, which hugged her body tightly, erotically emphasizing her luscious curves. As she turned slightly, he could see that the dress was almost totally backless. Hunter gave a shiver as he realized that there was no way she could wear a bra with a dress like that, which made his fingers itch at the thought of those tremendous breasts lying bare beneath the lacy fabric. As with any tight top she wore, the spectacular size of those massive mounds cast a deep dark shadow on her midsection, evidence of how big those breasts really were. The sight of her nipples thrusting provocatively against the tight lace let Hunter know that he'd guessed right—she definitely wasn't wearing a bra. He found his mouth going dry and he had to swallow, feeling the lump in his throat as he let his gaze travel downward.

The wide waistband was of the same intricate lace, and fit snugly around her narrow waspish waist, emphasizing her pronounced hourglass figure. From there down, the dress was made of panels of flowing red silk that went all the way to the floor. As she took a couple of steps forward, he saw those silky panels part, revealing devilish slits over each leg. But those slits weren't like any other dress he'd seen, those slits went all the way up past the tops of her legs!

Hunter found his heart pounding like piston firing at 10,000 revs per minute as he took in the eye-popping sight of his mother's long toned legs in that sexy fucking dress. He noticed that she'd also put some kind of cream on her legs, which made them shimmer erotically. With those matching slits over each leg going all the way up, it looked like she wasn't wearing any underwear at all. He found himself smiling inwardly, hoping that was the case.

Her shoes were just as sexy. They were gold strappy sandals with towering 5" stiletto heels. They complemented the dress perfectly, and Hunter found his prick straining against his underwear as he dragged his gaze up from those cock-hardening shoes to her pretty face.

He'd noticed that her toenails and fingernails were painted the same fiery deep red as the dress, and the brilliant gash of her lipstick was just a slightly brighter shade of the same tone. It was a glossy wet-look type of lipstick, which made the wide gash of her full pouty mouth look wet and inviting, the perfect target for any red-blooded male looking to get his cock sucked. Hunter couldn't look at it without thinking of his long thick cock making those shiny lips spread wider and wider as he fed her every last inch, over and over, for hours on end until she'd sucked him dry.

Her makeup was done in smoky bronze and soft pink tones that looked captivatingly sultry and erotic. Her pronounced cheekbones and naturally long eyelashes made the twin sapphires of her eyes seem to spark with mischief. Her lustrous blond hair was tied up in a loose chignon at the back of her head, with teasing tendrils of whispery hair trailing down provocatively to lick at her smooth neck. A pair of sparkly dangling earrings set off the rest of the outfit to a tee, making her look incredibly glamorous and provocatively sexy at the same time. So sophisticated, so breathtakingly striking, so...fucking perfect, Hunter thought.

He could only stare in wonder as he clumsily swallowed again. He had never seen a more beautiful woman in his whole life. His eyes locked on hers, and as she looked at him, he felt his whole body tingling, as if the air between them was charged with sexual electricity. The question was; who was going to blink first?

"Well, what do you think, Mister? Cat got your tongue?" his mother said slyly as she walked over to him and straightened his tie.

Hunter's senses were invaded by the subtle erotic scent of her perfume, which sent another electric jolt to his already blazing libido. "Oh god, Mom, you look...you look absolutely incredible."

She stepped back and did a pirouette, the wispy panels of the dress flying teasingly away from her spectacular legs. "So, you like the dress? Do you think it looks all right?"

Hunter could only smile and shake his head. "It...it looks amazing. Seriously, that has to be the most beautiful dress I've ever seen."

"Thank you, sweetheart," she said as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek before leaning in and casually whispering into his ear, "I was thinking of you when I picked it out."

Hunter almost collapsed as those words registered in his brain. If his cock wasn't fully hard before, it definitely was now. He was so aroused that he knew if she said anything more like that that he'd go off right in his pants.

"Would you like a cold drink, sweetie?" his mother asked, as if she could read his mind. He did notice that as she stepped back before asking him, she'd let her eyes drift down quickly over the front of his pants. "You look like you could use one."

"Y...yes, please," Hunter stammered out in reply.

His mother strolled across the large open-concept room to the refrigerator, her hips swaying seductively from side to side. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her, those long tanned legs of hers seeming to appear and reappear magically as the slits in the dress gave sinfully teasing glimpses of those shapely columns with every step.

"I hope you don't mind if I don't offer you a beer," she said as she turned and passed him a soft drink. "I'd like my escort to drive and it would be nice to celebrate my baby boy being home by having an extra glass or two of wine tonight."

Hunter didn't mind one bit. He wasn't much of a drinker to start with, and he definitely wanted to keep his wits about him. And if his mother wanted an extra glass of wine, well... "No, that's fine, Mom. Like I said, I am at your command. If being your chauffeur is part of those duties, then I'll stay sober as a judge."

"You can have some wine at dinner if you like. After all, it is Christmas, and I do want my boy to help me celebrate." She traced her fingertip teasingly down his chest, the light touch making him shiver. "You will help make this a Christmas to remember for me, won't you, sweetheart?" She looked up at him, all doe-eyed and innocent, which just served to make his throbbing cock pulse even harder.

"I'll do anything I can to make you happy, Mom—anything."

Her lips turned up in a quirky smile, and she tipped her head demurely to one side. "Be careful what you say...I just might hold you to that."

"As I said earlier, your wish is my command, Milady." He gave another theatrical bow again, this time made more difficult by the stiff iron bar in the front of his pants.

His flourishing gesture made his mother laugh. "Oh sweetheart, I am so glad that you are home. I've missed you so badly."

"I really missed you too."

"Thank you so much for saying that, sweetheart. But c'mon now, don't tell me you haven't met any girls at Stanford to at least take your mind off your studies every now and then."

Hunter shrugged. Of course, there was no point in telling her about those times he'd fucked that 50-year-old professor of his, or the time he got picked up in a supermarket by that sexy MILF who took him out to her van and sucked him off while her kids and husband were involved in a soccer game in the park right across the street. She'd wanted it bad. She'd sucked his cock like she'd been starved of cum for years. As he'd held her head in his hands and moved her sucking mouth up and down on his thrusting cock, she'd swallowed his load hungrily, wanton purrs of pleasure emanating from her throat. And she just kept sucking, that first copious batch of seed only whetting her appetite. She was good all right, good enough to get two loads in a row out of him and, he just realized now, he'd never even asked her name. Or the middle-aged woman who'd eyed him up when they were both filling up their cars with gas. That look she gave him told him all he needed to know. Five minutes later they were both in the service station's washroom and he was hammering it into her up against the wall, with her biting her fist as she came like a wild thing. MILFs, all of them, and none of them meant anything to him, other than the fact that they provided an opportunity for him to fantasize about his mother with each one. He realized now as he looked at her that all of those women were blondes. Gee...go figure. To his mother's question, he simply replied, "No, nobody. I've been too busy studying. Just like you taught me."

"Well, you know what they say: all work and no play make Hunter a dull boy." She reached up and ran that long red-tipped fingernail provocatively down his chest again. "You don't want to be a dull boy, do you?"

Hunter couldn't take his eyes off her pouty mouth as she formed the words 'do you'. They pursed outward, as if inviting a cock to seek out the ovaled target of those shiny red lips and let her suck it...let her suck it...all night long. Hunter felt himself flushing like a school-boy, something he wasn't used to with women, but it was his mother, his bewitching mother who looked so fucking gorgeous and was subtly teasing him to the point he thought he was gonna blow his load right then and there. He was totally thrown off his game, but he was loving every second of it. "Do you think I'm a dull boy, Mom?"

She smiled sweetly and had that mischievous twinkle in her eye as she answered. "Not at all, but I do think you deserve to treat yourself and have a little playtime while you're home. Do something to help relieve all the tension you must have from studying so hard. You need to relax, take a load off. Don't you think so?"

Hunter almost lost it when she said 'take a load off'. He knew he had a lot of loads he wanted to get rid of, preferably deep inside that gorgeous mature body of hers. "You're probably right, Mom. It will be nice to just stay home with you, get to know each other again, and talk about whatever comes up. Who knows what'll pop up once we start talking?"

He noticed that his suggestive words definitely didn't go unnoticed. She had that funny little twinkle in her eye, and he couldn't help but notice that her eyes flicked down to his midsection for a split second again. "That sounds perfect. I know it'll be a little different without your father here, but we can enjoy ourselves with just the two of us, don't you think?"

"Absolutely. There's no one I'd rather spend Christmas with."

"Me too, sweetheart." He noticed her eyes were misty with emotion as she stepped close to him and tilted her head up, wanting another kiss. He had no intention of denying her and, this time, he decided to take the next step. As her arms came up and circled his neck and his hands sought out the full curves of her backside, he pressed his lips to hers. Her lips were deliciously soft and as her perfume invaded his senses once more, he slid the tip of his tongue across her lips, testing. He felt her relax, and her lips parted slightly, letting him inside. He slowly slid his tongue between her full lips, as soft as rose petals, and then he felt her tongue roll against his. He gently probed deeper inside her mouth, his tongue exploring as she hungrily pressed hers back against him. He could feel her deliciously soft breasts pressing against his chest as the kiss continued, and he could feel her give a shiver of arousal. Finally, she pushed back, breaking the kiss, both of them gasping and unsure.

"Whew," she gasped, and then gave a bit of a nervous laugh before reaching down to pick up her handbag off the table. "I uh...I think we need to leave for the restaurant now. We don't want to keep the Suttons waiting now, do we?"

Hunter nodded and stepped back, both of them feeling a bit awkward as they composed themselves. He could tell from the way his mother had reacted that she wanted that kiss as badly as he did, but she just wasn't ready to totally accept it. He knew she'd be thinking about it every second for the rest of the night, just like he was right now. He just had to be patient.

"Okay, we'll take the Lexus. Could you back the car out, sweetheart? I just want to check my hair one last time," she said as she nervously pushed back a stray wisp of hair. Hunter simply nodded and made his way to the garage, giving her that minute or so of privacy that she seemed to need to gather her thoughts. The keys to his mother's Lexus sedan were in their usual spot on the key rack next to the door and he had the car backed out onto the cobblestone driveway in no time. He got out of the car and enjoyed the warm air caressing his face as dusk settled in. Christmas in southern California. You've gotta love it, he thought.

His mother came out of the house and strode toward him, that dress continuing to stir the juices inside him as he watched the way it moved like a scintillating ghost about her body, her legs flashing teasingly in and out of the scarlet fabric with each stride. The tight-fitting bodice gave his eyes a workout as well, those magnificent voluptuous breasts making the lacy fabric seem to strain to contain the massive spheres. As those wide hips swayed seductively, he looked up and was happy to see that she gave him a warm smile, apparently having composed herself after the fiery kiss.

"Your chariot awaits, Milady," he offered as he gave another little bow as he opened the passenger-side door for her.

"My perfect gentleman," his mother replied as she traced a fingertip playfully along his jawline before sliding into the car.

Hunter couldn't help but gulp as he watched her get in. As she stepped in, the flowing panels of the dress parted to reveal that first long tanned leg in all its glory, almost all the way up the juncture of her thigh with her body. She slid smoothly into the car, her full round ass sliding onto the smooth leather of the seat. Like a jungle cat moving in on its prey, she gracefully drew her other leg in behind her. Once again, the scarlet panels of the dress parted, and Hunter was once again mesmerized by the spectacularly provocative view. It was made all the more enticing by the fact that she had definitely put something on her legs to give them an alluring shiny glow. Like it had for much of the day, his cock was pulsing once more as a fresh shot of blood headed straight to the equator.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts as he closed the door and walked around the car. "Steady, old boy. Just keep it together," he muttered to himself. "You can do this. Just stay calm."

On the drive to the restaurant, the conversation flowed easily. His mother asked him about school, and his interviews. She was thrilled to hear that the email he'd just received seemed optimistic. Although there was no sexually suggestive talk at all, she did manage to reach over and tenderly touch his arm a few times. That hadn't gone unnoticed by Hunter.

When they arrived at the restaurant, he noticed the valet's eyes open wide as the young man opened the door for his mother. It was obvious the guy got an eyeful when she got out of the car, her dress leaving little to the imagination. Hunter knew what that guy would be thinking about when he jerked off tonight.

His mother was quick to take his arm as they walked into the restaurant. Hunter felt her pull herself close to him, her large breast pressing against his arm warmly. The Suttons were waiting for them in the posh lobby of the restaurant, the three of them dressed to the nines.

Mr. Sutton was wearing a standard charcoal-gray business suit, but Hunter's eyes didn't linger for more than a second on him. How could they, with the way the two women standing next to him were dressed.

Mrs. Sutton, Jean, was wearing a full-length dress similar to his mother's, and Hunter wondered if the two good friends had been shopping together. While his mother's dress was fiery scarlet red, Mrs. Sutton's dress was a deep navy, but the silky material gave it a compelling sheen that naturally caught the eye of the beholder. And what a lot there was to behold. Mrs. Sutton was, and there was no doubt about it, a gorgeous woman. The same age as his mother, Jean Sutton had been blessed with many of the similar attributes, and the dress that she was wearing made sure everyone could see exactly how generous those attributes were. Whereas his mother's dress had a high collar, this one was extremely low-cut. The bodice fit snugly to her shapely hourglass figure, with preformed bra cups held in place by two ribbon-like straps that fed over her shoulders. Her voluptuous breasts were all but spilling out of the jam-packed cups, her enticing cleavage dark as midnight and a mile long.

Hunter knew that cleavage very well, having had his sizable prick buried between those big succulent mounds on many occasions. Mrs. Sutton loved it when she'd oil them up and then press them all around his cock as he straddled her and levered his hips back and forth. She loved it even more when he'd end up coming and spraying his massive load all over her mature face.

Hunter couldn't help but think of that as his eyes roamed over her sexy body. Yes, those tits—although not quite as big as his mother's—were definitely something to see, all right. He could see that the shiny satin straps going over her shoulders were taut as bridge cables, straining to carry the heavy load. He let his gaze run downwards, noticing how nicely the beautiful navy fabric fit over her wide flared hips and curvy backside, a backside he was quite familiar with as well.