Mom, All I Want for Xmas is You Ch. 12

In the same way that he stared at his mother whenever she was inadvertently or deliberately flashing him up-skirt peeks of her panties and down-blouse views of her cleavage and bra, he couldn't believe his mother stared at his erection. He couldn't believe his mother watched him stroking himself harder and faster while calling out her name and cumming. She heard him call her name. She now knows that he sexually wants her. She knows that he masturbates over the thoughts of making out with her, stripping her naked, and having sex with her naked body.

As if she was standing there naked, she stared at his erection in the way that he stared at her whenever she stood in front of the open refrigerator door in her sheer, sexy nightgown without a light on in the kitchen. She stared at his erection in the way that he stared at her whenever she stood in front of the TV in her sheer, sexy nightgown without a light on in the living room. She stared at his erection in the way that he stared at her whenever she opened the drapes in her sheer, sexy nightgown to allow in the bright, morning light.

With the light passing through her thin, nightgown and illuminating her naked body in a brilliant silhouette, he stared at her as if she was naked. As if she walking through a TSA, X-ray machine, whenever she stood in front of the open refrigerator door, the backlight of the TV, or the sunlight from the window, he saw her body through her flimsy nightgown as if she was naked. Whatever he saw of her that night or that morning, a never-ending cycle, he masturbated himself for days with the thoughts of having incestuous sex with his mother's beautiful, sexy, naked body.

Yet, even more sexually exciting than her staring at his erection, as if mesmerized by him masturbating, she watched him stroke himself. She knows that he masturbated over seeing her naked and having sex with her. He couldn't believe she stayed to watch him stroke himself. She saw him cum. He couldn't believe she stayed to watch him cum. She watched him ejaculate all over himself in the way that he'd love to cum all over her. She heard him call her name in his sexual passion. She knows that he sexually wanted her. She knows that he wanted to have incestuous sex with her.

While imagining having sex with his mother and cumming in her mouth, really believing that he was having sex with her, he forgot that he was masturbating himself. Then, when his mother entered his room, imagining having sex with her and giving her a cum bath, he realized that he was masturbating and not having sex with his mother. It wasn't until he heard his bedroom door squeak open and saw her standing there watching him that he knew he was masturbating. It wasn't until he felt his warm cum on his stomach and chest that he realized that he was having sex with himself and not with his mother.

In that moment, a telling sign and a sexual signal that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, she stared at him with sexual lust in the way that he stared at her with incestuous lust. In that moment, a telling sign and a sexual signal that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, she fingered her nipple through her blouse and bra. She had her horny hand beneath her short skirt and tucked down inside her white, bikini panties. A sexual fantasy come true, with mother and son masturbating together, she was masturbating herself while he masturbated himself.

While waiting for her to finish her thought, he wondered what she was going to say. Wishing he could read her mind, he wondered what she was thinking. In the way that she was focused on her champagne glass, he wondered if she was sexually thinking about her ex-husband instead of sexually thinking about him and in the way that he was incestuously thinking about her. In the way that he undressed her with his eyes while imagining her naked, he wondered if she ever undressed him with her eyes while imagining him naked. He wondered if she sexually and incestuously thought about him in the way that he sexually and incestuously always thought about her.

Obviously, rather than thinking about him, her son, who was there with her now, instead of even looking at him, when she wasn't staring at her champagne glass, she stared at the flames in the fireplace. Perhaps, she felt uncomfortable looking at him in the way he continued staring at her. Perhaps, she felt uncomfortable in the way that he was ogling her while hoping that she'd flash him her bright, white panties again and/or her cleavage and bra. Perhaps, she felt uncomfortable looking at him after watching him stroke his cock and cumming while lusting over her. She now knows he sexually wants her. She heard him call her name.

He wished she was sexually preoccupied with him in the way that she was sexually preoccupied with his father and in the way that he was always so sexually preoccupied with her. His father was gone for good and never to return. Good riddance. Shocked, sad, and angry but now happy, he still couldn't believe he dumped his MILF of a mother for Jessica, his whore of an ex-girlfriend. He couldn't believe his father would rather have a young, nothing of a woman instead of the complete woman that his mother was.

'Bye! So long. Don't let the door hit you in the ass. Just go. Leave! Beat it! Scram! Get out. Get lost. Screw you,' he thought whenever thinking of his drunken, shit heel for a father.

If his father didn't think enough of his mother and care how she felt with him leaving her, why was she wasting her time thinking of him? Obviously feeling hurt and rejected that his father absconded with his ex-girlfriend, he didn't even think enough of him to call him to tell him that he was leaving and why. Never saying goodbye, he left while he was an 18-year-old senior in high school. He didn't even attend his high school graduation nor his college graduation. No graduation card, birthday cards, or Christmas gifts, he acted as if he wasn't his father nor was he his son, even though he obvious was.

He looked just like his father when he was his age. His mother always made a point of mentioning that he looked just like his father. Perhaps, him looking so much like her ex-husband gave her the justification that she needed to have sex with her son. Perhaps, him looking so much like his father, was the reason why he hoped his mother was as sexually attracted to him as he was to her.

"What mother? What were you going to say? You started to say something," he said returning his focused attention to his mother. "It's just that...what mother? You didn't finish your thought. Tell me," he said.

He stared at his mother's pretty face and her big, blue eyes before staring at the large impressions her bra clad breasts made in her low-cut blouse. Without doubt, she was wearing her D cup, padded bra today. Her breasts looked bigger than they normally looked. They looked huge. He'd love nothing more than to rest his head and his horny hands on her big, bra clad breasts while trying to find and finger her nipples through her ridiculously, padded bra.

Hoping she was thinking about something sexual, something incestuous, and something forbidden, he wondered what she was thinking. No doubt, she wasn't thinking what he was thinking. She wasn't sexually thinking of him in the way that he was sexually thinking of her. Obviously and unfortunately, even though he imagined she did, she didn't sexually want him in the way that he sexually wanted her.

Now that she caught him masturbating and cumming over the thoughts of her blowing him, having shown her his hand, she now knows that he sexually wanted her. She now knows that he masturbated over her while imagining having sex with her. She now knows that he's an incestuous pervert. She now knows that he wanted to strip her naked while kissing her and having incestuous sex with his own mother.

He looked at his mother as if she was the only woman in the world. In the way that he was so focused on her with his stare and with his thoughts, at that point in time, she was the only woman in the world. For years now, he didn't think of any other woman sexually in the way that he sexually thought of his mother. No matter which woman he was having sex with, he couldn't stop thinking of having sex with his mother. He wished he could have sex with his mother.

"I know it sounds silly and I'm embarrassed confessing my personal and private thoughts to you, nothing more than the ramblings of a lonely, mature woman but, you're old enough to know such things," she said.

She paused again as if rethinking was she was about to say.

"What Mother? Tell me. I'm old enough to know what things?" He pressured her to tell him more.

With his sexual lust for his mother driving his imagination wild, he could only imagine what personal and private thoughts that she was embarrassed to confess. As if she was ashamed, she looked at him while biting her lip. She took another sip of her champagne before emptying her champagne glass seemingly for courage. Enabling her while hoping to get her a little drunk, he was quick to pour her more champagne. The thought of her falling asleep drunk on the couch, him carrying her to bed, stripping her naked, and having his wicked, sexual, incestuous way with her naked body crossed his mind again.

"What I miss the most about your father is sleeping with him," she said biting her lip again while looking at her son. "I don't mean sex," she said shaking her head side-to-side, as if she needed that extra bit of head movement to convince herself. "Even though he cheated on me, lied to me, deceived me, and drank to an excess, he made me feel safely comforted when sleeping with me, holding me, cuddling me, and spooning me," she said pausing. "I miss the warmth of his body and the security of his touch."

Instead of looking up at him, she acted as if he wasn't even there. She acted as if she was talking out loud to herself. Obviously uncomfortable over what she had just confessed, she continued staring at her champagne glass while remaining silent for a long minute.

"I understand that you're lonely, Mother," he said. "Yet, just because you miss sleeping with him, doesn't erase all the bad, mean, and nasty things that he said and did to you."

Instead he wanted to say, I understand that you're horny and sexual frustrated but saying those inappropriately, sexual thoughts would not only make her feel uncomfortable but also would insult her sensibilities as a mother. Moreover, if he dared say what he was thinking and feeling, he may turn her off instead of sexually exciting her. He may ruin his chance to have sex with his mother, not that he had any chance at of having incestuous sex with her. Yet, the last thing he wanted to do was to offend her before she had the chance to voice what else she was thinking.

"More than that," she said looking over at him while biting her lip yet again while pausing a long minute again. "He was a good and generous lover," she said.

Suddenly looking embarrassed when she said that he was a good and generous lover. As if she was ashamed by her private, personal, and sexual feelings, she looked away from him to look at the fire again. Something she never did before, she was discussing sex with her son. With her sincerely honest and vulnerably open, he was seeing an emotional and sexual side of his mother that she had never revealed to him before.

'A good and generous lover?'

Never thinking of his mother as a sexual person before, unless he was thinking of her having sex with him, he thought of her as a sexual person now. Never thinking of her having sex with his father, he thought of them having sex now. He imagined his mother sucking his father's prick before fucking his father. For her to have good memories about his father, he must have given his mother orgasms not only with his cock but also with his fingers and tongue.

'Oh, my God. Like father like son, I'm sexually attracted to my mother in the way that my father once was,' he thought. 'Hopefully my mother is sexually attracted to me in the way that she was once sexually attracted to my father.'

In the way that he imagined his father licking and fingering his mother's pussy, he imagined licking and fingering his mother's pussy. He imagined being positioned in-between his mother's shapely thighs and his nose filled with the sexual scent of his mother's cunt. Like father like son, after giving her an oral orgasm, he imagined mounting her to make love to her before fucking her while giving her a second orgasm with his cock. If only he could, he would. In the way that he imagined her sucking his father's cock and allowing him to cum in her mouth, he imagined her sucking his cock and allowing him to cum in her mouth too.

"I can understand that," said James with his mind filled with his father humping his mother before he had the image of him humping his mother.

He wondered if his mother sucked cock. If she did suck cock, he wondered if she allowed his father to cum in her mouth. He wondered if she swallowed. He hoped she did. In the way that she said she was a virgin when she married his father, if she did suck cock, he wondered if his father's cock was the only cock she ever sucked.

He wondered what she sounded like when having sex. He wondered what sounds she made when having sex and when having an orgasm. He wondered what she looked like and the faces she made when having an orgasm. He wondered if she was quiet or if she screamed. He wondered if his mother was as good and generous a lover in bed as she said his father was. He wished he could be a good and generous lover to his mother.

Now, instead of just having sex with her, he imagined holding her, comforting her, cuddling her, and spooning his mother while sleeping with her. With someone who looked like her in his bed, he'd be a good and generous lover too. With someone who looked like her in his bed, in the way that his father obviously did, he'd be wanting to give her sexual orgasms too. With someone who looked like her in his bed, he could only imagine her giving him sexual orgasms with her hand, her mouth, and her pussy.

Now that she gave him a sexual image, he imagined spooning his mother while reaching over her to feel her big tits and finger her erect nipples. He imagined her spooning him while wrapping her long, manicured fingers around his erect cock and fondling the head of his hard prick through his pajama bottoms. His father was such a fool to let her go for some young, bimbo. Echoing what Paul Newman said about his wife, Joanne Woodward, when asked how he could remain faithful for all those years when so many young starlets threw themselves at him, he replied.

"Why go out for hamburger when I have steak at home?"

Precisely his point and precisely how he felt about his ex-girlfriend when comparing her to his mother. Jessica was fatty, grizzled hamburger and Susan was filet mignon steak. Now that he was home alone with his mother and now that his girlfriend was out of his life, he could see the real difference between the two women. His mother was a lady and his ex-girlfriend was a whore.

Now that she was confessing what she did with his father, just as he couldn't help but imagine having sex with his mother, he couldn't help but imagine his parents having sex. The more he imagined his father having sex with his mother, the more he wanted to have sex with her. As if she was sitting there naked, he imagined his naked mother writhing in sexual passion while getting laid and/or eaten. As if she was sitting there with his cock in her hand, in her mouth, or in her pussy, he imagined his mother as the sexual Goddess that he believed she always was.

Instead of stopping with her telling him that she missed sleeping with his father and instead of stopping with her missing her husband holding her, comforting her, cuddling her, and spooning her, she continued with her sexual confession. Shocked by what she confessed before, he was even more shocked now. Giving him more of an image of his parents in bed having sex, obviously as if she was talking to one of her girlfriends instead of her son, it was obviously the champagne talking.

"I know you may not understand but feeling his hands on my naked body while holding me, touching me, and fondling me was comforting," she said swooning. "Just as he loved holding my naked breast while spooning me, I loved holding his naked penis in my hand while spooning him," said. "Holding one another while spooning one another was more soothingly and comfortingly reassuring than it was sexual."

Suddenly, he had the image of being in bed with his mother and holding her. He had the image of being in bed with his mother while she held him. When she turned to be spooned, he had the image of holding her naked breast while pressing his pajama clad cock up against her nightgown clad ass. Then, when she turned to spoon him and he turned for her to spoon him, he had the image of her holding his naked prick while pressing her big tits against his back. If only just to hold her, comfort her, cuddle her, and spoon her, he wished he could sleep with his mother.

'I can do that for you, Mother,' he wanted to say. 'I can hold your naked breast in my hand while I spoon you. You can hold my naked cock in your hand while you spoon me,' he wanted to say but he didn't dare.

Not wanting to ruin the trust she had in him by sharing something so intimately personal, he needed to exert a modicum of respect and self-control over his horny self.

"I understand," he said instead while he continued listening to her.

As if she was still deeply hurt by her husband leaving her and she obviously was, she looked at him with sad, expressive eyes.

"Now left with nothing more than the memory of him in bed with me, tossing and turning every night while having bad dreams, sadly, I haven't had a good night's sleep since he left," she said. Not making eye contact with him and by the way she stared down at her champagne glass, she was obviously too ashamed to look at her son. "I'm so lonely James," she said finally making eye contact with him while looking as if she was about to cry.

'I'm so horny,' he wanted to say but didn't say in response to her admitting that she was so lonely. 'I'm so sexually frustrated,' he wanted to say while hoping his mother would admit to being the same.

He wondered why she made such a sexual confession. What was her intention by sharing something so personal? Was she hinting that she wanted him to sleep with her? He'd love nothing more than to sleep with his mother while holding her naked breast when spooning her one way and allowing her to hold his naked cock while she spooned him the other way.

To be continued...

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