Family Traditions Ch. 05

Hello reader; this is chapter 5 of my Family Traditions series. This one is a long one! I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Oh and as always, while each chapter can be read on its own, I suggest at the very least, reading chapter 4 prior to this story. Reading all previous chapters will provide more context and background for this and future chapters. Thank you and enjoy!

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Chris walked through the front door as the clock hit 3.30. He had met with their family friends and gave them a rundown of the college courses he planned on taking in the fall and offered any tutoring assistance the Harrison twins needed and spent his day as if it were a typical Saturday. The day dragged and it felt as if he slept walked through the entire afternoon as his mind was constantly bombarded with images from the night before when Lena and Abby's intimate relationship was unveiled to him. After completing a series of mundane weekend tasks, Chris was looking forward to spending a relaxing night with his mom. Tricia had invited Chris to a retirement banquet for one of her colleagues and since Nick, his dad, would be spending most of the day with his sister Lena; Chris happily accepted the invite.

"I'm home" Chris belted out his arrival through the front door. He knew his dad and Lena were going to the volleyball tournament and assumed Abby had somewhere else fun to be. He got home earlier than he anticipated and started planning out his pre-banquet routine.

Chris draped his mom's dry cleaning over a stool and put the assortment of groceries away. He grabbed a beer as he slid the groceries into the fridge and he did so with as much grace and care as a soon to be college freshman could muster.

By the time he was finishing pushing the fridge closed, Tricia got to the top of the stairs and saw her son finish getting everything put away.

"Oh you're home," Tricia casually remarked. "Thank you so much, Chrissy. You're a life saver. I completely forgot I had to give a speech tonight and thank god I just finished. You got my dry cleaning right? I have to start getting ready" Tricia, answering her own question, walked over to her dry cleaning as she continued asking Chris questions about his day and how things at the Harrisons went.

Tricia's movements were quick but not frantic and Chris stood in one spot in the kitchen as his mom moved around him doing small, menial tasks: Adjusting the towel hanging from the stove, rearranging the potted plants on the window sill, making sure the salt and pepper shakers were even, straightening the magnets on the fridge, rearranging the potted plants on the window sill, checking the cupboards to take stock of god knows what, and of course; rearranging the potted plants on the window sill. Chris couldn't help but smile as he watched his mother go through her stress motions. Tricia would get antsy and either walk too much or talk too much (or both) when she'd start to feel pressure or up against the clock. It was a recurring family joke and try as she might, Tricia couldn't help herself.

"Oh and Chrissy? There probably won't be many people your age there... in case you're just going to meet girls." Tricia began to worry Chris was just trying to be nice and attempted to give him an out but was careful not to actually dissuade him. "But I tell you what. If there ARE girls there, I'll be your wing-mom".

Chris couldn't help but laugh at his moms attempt to be his "bro". He tipped his beer towards his mom as if to give her a "cheers"

"If you're my date tonight, Ma, you'll have all my attention" Chris said in a soft tone. The words seemed to slip out of his mouth; joking but at the same time, he knew deep down that he absolutely meant it.

Tricia felt her chest and face getting warm when she heard those words come out of his mouth. She had been thinking about how the night would play out all day and her excitement was growing by the second. Her husband Nick had sent her a text earlier in the day telling her that Chris knew about his sisters hooking up on a regular basis. After a few questions between the two, Tricia's mind was on a one way track. Nick mentioned that Chris wasn't aware that his parents were also involved in their 'family traditions' but that didn't stop Tricia from imagining what it would be like if she was able to taste her own son. Tricia had mental images of Lena, Abby, and Chris run through her imagination all day. She pictured them in every conceivable combination and position and she felt the excitement between her legs pulse the entire day.

"Oh such a gentleman. Tell you what. I'm going to get ready and we'll go. Have a few drinks here because people will know you there and, well, yeah. If we have time before we go I'll open some champagne. Just don't go overboard too early, Chrissy" Tricia's voice trailed off and she excitedly grabbed her dry cleaning and started walking to her room. She smiled at Chris as she left the kitchen and felt herself blush involuntarily at the attraction she felt towards her son. Tricia had very recently began to see her son in a different light and her body wouldn't let her move past it.

The week before, as the house was in the early stages of renovation, Tricia was trying to remove a box from the attic. Chris, as he had done since he was a kid, was steadying the ladder and try as he might; his requests to volunteer to do it instead of her were ignored by his mother. Sure enough, Tricia lost her balance and as she was trying to regain her composure; her body began to over correct. As Tricia began to stumble and lose her by grip; Chris's reflexes took over and he caught his mom in a rather awkward way. His main focus was to make sure his mom wasn't hurt but he also realized she fell ass first into him and now he had a handful of his mothers surprisingly firm butt. It took a split second for him to realize this and adjust her body and sent her back upright.

Tricia was shocked at how her body reacted to the feel of his masculine hands on her body. She felt like a damsel in distress and was surprised at how intense her feelings of attraction to her son were at that moment. Her heart raced and she couldn't decide if it was from the near fall or the thought of her son's hands cradling her body. She was able to laugh it off in the moment but her mind kept working overtime with thoughts of Chris.

Since the moment on the ladder, she found herself noticing little things about Chris that she had overlooked in the past. With her sunglasses on and her gaze impossible to track, she would stare intently at her son as he relaxed in their pool, and even found herself picturing him and imagining what his cock must feel like in her hands, mouth, and holes while she masturbated. She was hesitant to tell her husband even though there had been open sexual relationships between four of the five members of the family at that point and decided to keep her fantasies to herself. She was always close with Chris, both being the youngest of their families, and she was protective of him. Tricia couldn't help but feel conflicted about her new lustful feelings toward Chris; but nevertheless, the feelings continued and even got stronger.

Chris watched his mom walk out of the kitchen towards her room and a genuine smile crept over his face. He took a beat to admire his mom's figure as well as the warmth she exuded - he always found himself in awe of her.

Tricia's mind ran through the upcoming night as she made her way to her room. She sat on the edge of the bed for a half minute; contemplating what the next few days might have in store for her family now that everyone was close to being on the same page. Her excitement got her off the bed and she began to disrobe and get ready for the night; her mind still fixated on her son.

Chris gulped down his first beer then slowly made his way out of the kitchen and down the stairs. Chris was looking forward to spending time with his mom since they hadn't had a lot of one on one time lately. As he made his way downstairs he found himself more and more distracted with different scenarios on how the night would play out. He walked down to the shower and turned the faucet on and set his beers down. He realized his clothes were still upstairs, as was his 'snack' box. Chris was excited for the night but also nervous. He wanted to get a nice buzz going and he was on the right track but wanted to smoke a bit to take himself to the next level.

He walked back upstairs and towards his room when he caught motion out of the corner of his eye in his parent's room. Chris walked a bit past the door and only stopped when his mind finally processed what he thinks he saw.

For a brief moment Chris planned on going about his business and getting what he came for and going back downstairs. A split second before he acted on that thought; he thought to himself that if the previous night taught him anything; it was to see where things went.

He slowly tiptoed back and poked his head to get a better look inside without being too obvious.

His heart nearly sank out of his stomach when he caught a glimpse of his mother bent at the waist, removing her thong and leggings. Chris was too far away to see everything in great detail but the shape of his mother's body and her supple ass was displayed in all its glory.

Chris's mind could barely process what was happening before the familiar stirring in his pants began.

Tricia slid out of her form fitting black leggings which she had on since her morning workout. She kept bent over to stretch out her hamstrings but she also got aroused by naked yoga and took any opportunity to practice.

She sprang back up and stretched her arms out and let out a big sigh.

Chris snapped out of his trance when his mom stretched her arms and he disappeared into the hallway with his cock straining already. Chris got to his room and took a few deep breaths before gathering his things and working his way back downstairs. His heart raced as he passed his mother's room again but he was disappointed to notice she must already be in the shower.

Chris got back down to his shower and the mirrors had steamed by the time he returned.

His mind raced and he took several long chugs off his shower beers and got his lighter and pre rolls out of his bag. Chris made sure to leave his suit for the banquet outside of the bathroom because, after all, he didn't want his mom's coworkers to get a skunky whiff every time they tried to talk to him.

Chris took a long drag off the joint and sat back against the wall; replaying the short highlight he just witnessed. His hand instinctively moved to his semi-hard penis and he began to massage himself through his boxer briefs while images of his mother played in his head. Chris took a couple more puffs and then put the joint out as his cock was now pulsing underneath his touch.

Chris leaned back and closed his eyes as he pictured being able to suck and lick his mother's nipples while she stroked his cock. The image was so vivid and felt like a mix between maternal love and lust and it was driving Chris wild.

Chris leaned down and let his spit exit his mouth and land between his manhood and his hand; providing helpful lubrication. Chris pumped his hardening cock faster and he pictured his mother on all fours with his face buried deep inside both her holes. Images of his mom in all sorts of positions ran through his mind; his eyes closed as he licked his lips; wishing so badly his mother's pussy was on the other end.

His grip tightened and he brought his knees to his chest. Chris spit again, this time the sloppy saliva landed right on the head of his cock. He groaned as his hand spread his spit all over the glistening head. Chris's motions began getting quicker and the feel of his own throbbing cock and the image of his mother bent over was sending him over the edge. With his left hand, Chris cupped his ballsack and gently massaged his testicles while slowing his thrusting pace and squeezing the head of his penis, using his thumb to scoop up the drop of precum it just produced.

Chris began to imagine his mother lowering her pussy onto his waiting face. He licked his lips as if her pussy were inches away. Chris lowered his left hand from his balls and felt his spit sliding across his now exposed ass. Chris felt his tight hole reject his finger at first but his body relaxed as he brought his other thumb to his lips. He tasted his precum and let out a low groan as his left fingertip barely managed to breach his tight hole.

He kept his finger in his ass and would sporadically tickle and tease his own hole as he neared climax. Images of his mother's smooth skin danced in his head as his hips started to buck and meet his thrusts.

He felt his balls tighten and his body tense up. Chris didn't stop pumping his pulsating cock as he exploded all over his legs and bathroom floor. Chris let out a long moan as he felt his ejaculate cascade over his hands, mixing with the spit he was using for lube. His hands lingered on his worn out member as he caught his breath. He ran his fingers through the mess he made and scooped his own seed off his thighs and added it to the thin layer already coating his hand.

Chris brought his hand to his mouth and explored each digit with a lick and a suck, tasting his salty and sweet semen. Chris found he had a taste for his own brand and would on occasion, indulge. Even after his climax; he could feel that his sexual appetite was still not quenched but he was running out of time before the banquet.

Chris hopped in the shower and developed a halfway decent buzz before drying off, getting dressed, and making his way back upstairs.

"Ready, Ma" Chris shouted into Tricia's room on his way to sit in the front room. Chris felt good and liked how he looked - he felt confident all dressed up. He took a brief second to lament the fact he was finally dressed up nicely for a date and it was with a girl he had no shot to hook up with - his mom! Chris adjusted his belt and fidgeted with the accessories he usually avoided. After about five minutes of waiting he heard Tricia turn off her light and walk out towards him.

"Ok, Chrissy. I'm ready. How do I look?"

Chris's jaw nearly hit the floor. He had never in his life seen an image of beauty at this magnitude. It wasn't just that his mother looked sexy, because she did. Chris was sure she was the most beautiful person in the world. He could barely speak. Tricia noticed Chris's inability to say much.

"Do you like it? Is it too much?" Tricia asked, already knowing the answer but attempting to give her son a nudge in the right direction.

Chris couldn't help but slowly run his eyes up and down his moms entire body as she stood before him. He knew he must look like a caveman staring at a smart phone in that moment but his mother's beauty took his breath away in the most literal of ways.

"Uh... du... its god. Er, good. No. No. You look great. I mean the outfit isn't." Chris tired to explain and Tricia could see what was happening and she thought she would pretend like she didn't for Chris not to be embarrassed.

Tricia felt flattered at her sons genuine reaction. Her confidence grew and she felt a tingle between her legs as she saw how flustered he got. She wondered if his cock was getting hard or if he was staring at her chest and the thought excited her.

"Oh good! Ok. Let's go. I'll drive so you can be the party animal."

Chris was still speechless but followed his mom to the car. The entire car ride to the banquet was filled with conversation between the two. They talked about life, Abby and Lena, and Chris's job. Chris could barely focus as his eyes kept moving to Tricia's stocking clad legs. The sheer black fabric hugged her smooth skin and Chris wanted to reach out and touch her.

He snapped out of his trance as they arrived to the banquet. Chris became hyper aware at the looks and stares people gave his mother and he was equal parts proud, jealous, and mad. Husbands were given dirty looks as their glances were caught by their wives and Chris did his best to take mental notes of them all.

Tricia delivered her speech and Chris couldn't help but notice how the entire room gravitated towards his mother. Her personality filled the room and it was like she was pure magnetism. He decided she could be a politician and make it all the way to Washington if she wanted to. As Tricia came back to the table; she asked Chris if he could a favor for her in her office.

Chris obliged and with his mom socializing; he slipped out of the hall and through the maze of hallways. He got to his mother's office and opened the door. The faint smell of her perfume wafted in the air and the spacious room was adorned with degrees, certificates, and pictures. Chris waited in his moms chair for her to come tell him what she needed. A few minutes later the door opened and Tricia walked in.

"Oh thank god. So stuffy out there."

Chris smiled. "What did you need me to do, Ma?"

"Oh. Um. You know what? I forgot? I think I had the files at home anyway. Sorry. Just had to get out of there for a second."

Chris watched as his mom exhaled and sat on the couch up against the side wall of her office. Her legs crossed, causing her dress to ride high enough to see the garter belt holding her thigh high stockings up. Chris felt his cock twitch as his mother relaxed on the couch.

"Come sit, Chrissy. There's some champagne in the fridge. Bring it"

Chris grabbed the champagne but didn't bother with glasses as he was too distracted. He sat next to his mom and popped the bottle when Tricia motioned to him. He handed her the bottle and she took a swig.

"Don't be freaked out, Chrissy; but so you know; your father and I know about Lena and Abby"

Chris's heart sank and his face turned beet red. He wanted to run through the wall. Tricia saw his reaction and continued.

"Relax, relax. Seriously. It's totally fine, baby. They were excited to tell you."

Chris became confused and tried putting all the pieces together. Tricia's body was now facing towards him and Chris didn't know whether to panic or stare at his mother's hosiery covered legs.

"If you're ever not sure about something or uncomfortable; don't hesitate to let us know. We're a family. A very close one."

Chris heard Tricia's tone change. His heart was beating out of his chest and all the champagne in the world couldn't have brought his heart rate down. The look in her eye was changing. It started out as motherly but now there was a different look in her eye: lust. Chris processed the night before with his sister and realized that his entire family must participate in their traditions. He felt his cock harden and his mouth was dry.

The space between Chris and his mother was reduced to centimeters. Tricia's pantyhose clad knee was touching Chris's and not only did Tricia not back up upon feeling the contact; she leaned in; wanting to feel more of her son.

Tricia placed her hand on Chris's leg and looked at him. Instead of a motherly smile, Tricia was biting her lower lip and had a look of lust in her eyes. Her breathing increased and she began to rub her son's upper leg.

The friction was driving Chris wild and he felt the blood rushing to his legs. He felt his cock stiffening and finally met his mothers gaze. He saw the look in her eyes and he knew what that look meant. His mouth felt dry but he was committed now.

As the two locked eyes; they both instinctively leaned in towards each other. Chris felt his heart thumping and his cock now straining against the cotton boxer briefs he was wearing.

Chris could have sworn sparks flew as their lips touched. Tricias lips were soft and pillowy and the two let the initial contact linger for a second; electricity coursing through their bodies. Tricia brought her hand and cupped Chris's face with it, leaving her other hand on his leg. Chris let out a low moan when he felt his mother's touch; a moan that sent shockwaves between her legs. Chris's moan made Tricia move her hand to the back of his head and she lightly but firmly grabbed a handful of his hair.