Mom, All I Want for Xmas is You Ch. 15

All characters portrayed are over the age of eighteen.

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Susan innocently invited her son to sleep with her in her bed while holding her, cuddling her, comforting her, and spooning her before their holding, cuddling, comforting, and spooning turned to sex.

"Mom," he said.

Shocking him when she moved his left hand to her left, naked breast, forgetting to call her Susan, Mom was all that he could say. She surprised him as much as she sexually and incestuously excited him by putting his hand on her exposed boob. After flashing him down and up-blouses of her bra and an up-nightgown of the bottoms of her naked breasts, dying to touch her breasts but afraid to, he couldn't believe she voluntarily put his hand on her naked tit. He had wanted to touch and feel her breasts for years and now she invited him to do just that, albeit just the one breast.

After he saw the sheer sexy and open nightgown that she wore to bed, especially after she unintentionally or deliberately flashed him her tits and pussy when leaning forward to pull down the bed, he was so tempted to grope her breasts. Touching and feeling her breasts was something he wanted to do as soon as he climbed in bed with her. Touching and feeling his mother's big tits was what he had been masturbating and hoping to do for years. As if she could read his horny mind, as if she wanted him to touch and feel her as much as he wanted to touch and feel her, he couldn't believe he was cupping his mother's big boob in his horny hand.

"You act as if you've never felt a naked breast before James," she said with an unembarrassed and unashamed, sexy laugh.

Obviously playing him and sexually teasing him, she surprised him with her immoral, immodesty by making the first incestuous, sexual move. Not yet feeling and fondling his mother's tit but just cupping her breast in the palm of his big hand instead, he was afraid to move his hand for fear that she'd slap it away. Instead of fondling her bit tit, supporting the weight of her big, heavy tit, he held her breast in his hand as if his hand was her bra cup.

So firm and yet so soft, while filling his entire, big hand, he couldn't believe he was holding his mother's left breast in his hand. Then, as if he was feeling a huge grapefruit in the supermarket, fearing that he'd squash it, bruise it, or damage it, he gently squeezed his mother's breast. Still afraid to fondle her big tit for fear that she'd move his hand away, he didn't dare finger her nipple. After the sensation of feeling his mother's big, left tit in his horny, left hand, he'd never wash his hand again.

Even though he was the one who suggested sleeping with her, with him having ulterior motives, forget about just sleeping with his mother, he wanted to have sex with her. Now that he thought more about it, she made the first sexual, incestuous move when she agreed to have him sleep in the same bed with her. She made the second sexual, incestuous move by wearing this sexy, sheer, wide open nightgown over her naked body to bed. She made the third incestuous move when she deliberately flashed him her naked pussy and her naked breasts. She made the fourth sexual, incestuous move when she kissed him albeit without tongues as if he was her lover instead of her son for Christmas.

She continued making sexually, incestuous moves by allowing him to finger her pubic hair while resting her breasts on the back of his hand and forearm. She continued making sexually, incestuous moves by pushing her ass against his hardening cock on the pretense of him keeping her warm while he held her, comforted her, cuddled her, and spooned her. Finally, she made the best incestuous move when she put his horny hand on her naked breast. Now, eager to make his own incestuous moves, he'd love nothing more than to French kiss his mother while feeling her tits, fingering her nipples, and fingering her pussy while she stroked his cock.

Yet, had she not continued making all the sexually, incestuous moves, he wouldn't be in bed with her as he was now. With him as naïve as he was respectful of his mother, he suspected that his mother more took sexual advantage of him than he took sexually advantage of her. Yet, glad that she was taking sexual advantage of him in the way he'd loved to take sexual advantage of her, he followed her lead.

"Yes, of course I have. I've felt many naked breasts but not your naked breast, Mom," he said with a nervous laugh while trying not to allow his sexual excitement to overwhelm him. "Your breast, my mother's breast, is special."

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Not wanting her to think of him as her son but as her lover, he wished he could take back what he had just said about her being his mother. He may have made a mistake by ruining her sexual fantasy in calling attention to the fact that she was his mother and he was her son and not her lover. Moreover, now that he mentioned other women, he may have made a mistake by mentioning the breasts of other women that he had felt. Needing more to go with the flow and to take this for what it was, a romantic interlude on Christmas Eve with the love of his life, his mother, why was he even questioning this?

In the way that his cock was growing, hardening, and throbbing while pressed against his mother's nearly naked ass, he could feel her nipple erecting against the palm of his hand. Obviously, unless she was still cold, in the way that he was sexually aroused, then she was sexually aroused too. He had felt lots of breasts and fingered lots of nipples but, something else entirely, this was his mother's breast and his mother's nipple.

Sexually inexperienced in the ways of women, especially older women, and especially when in an incestuous relationship, now that he was experiencing his sexual fantasy, he didn't know what to do. Not wanting her to ask him to leave her bed, he certainly didn't want to embarrass himself and make his mother feel uncomfortable by groping her and pressuring her for sex. Without doubt and no comparison, feeling his mother's breast and nipple was so much more sexually exciting and meant more to him than feeling the breast and nipple of a stranger.

Afraid of rushing her and/or pressuring her, he was still unsure if his mother wanted sex or just comfort and a good night's sleep. Cupping her big tit while holding his mother's breast in his hand was one thing but feeling her up and fingering her nipple as if she was an older woman who brought him home from a bar for sex was something else. Feeling her nipple was certainly more sexual than just holding her big tit in the palm of his hand. As if he was a doctor giving her a breast exam, even though he so wanted to finger her nipple, not wanting to make something so loving sexual, he controlled himself from fingering his mother's nipple.

Nonetheless, now that he was holding one of her big boobs in the palm of his horny hand, he so wanted to fondle both his mother's big tits while fingering both her erect nipples. Suddenly feeling nervously shy, he wished he had the boldness to feel both her tits and finger both her nipples. He so wanted to feel her tits and finger her nipples. Yet better to hold one of her breasts than not holding either of her breasts, he didn't dare move his hand for fear that she'd move his hand away from her big tit.

'I can't believe I'm holding my mother's breast in my hand. I can't believe she put my hand on her breast,' he thought while afraid to move his hand. 'Perhaps she's imagining that I'm her husband instead of her son in the way that I'm imagining she's my lover instead of my mother.'

Now that he was holding one of her tits, he wished he could suck her tits while she stroked his cock. Yet, he didn't want to push his luck by pressuring her. With him thinking that he'd just be sleeping with her while holding her, comforting her, and spooning her, he never expected her to put his hand on her breast. He should be happy with already going this sexually far with her.

Hoping beyond hope, maybe now that he was holding her breast while spooning her, when she turned the other way to spoon him, she'd hold his naked cock in the way that she allowed him to hold her naked breast. Maybe after he spooned her, she'd hold his cock in the way that she held his father's prick when she spooned him. Maybe after he spooned her and she spooned him, she'd allow him to feel both her breasts, finger her nipples, and finger her pussy while she stroked his cock. Maybe she'd allow him to kiss her, French kiss her. Maybe they'd have sex.

Yet, the last thing that he wanted was for his mother to stop whatever the Hell they were doing. The last thing he wanted was for his mother to return to her senses and regain her morals, her modesty, and her sexual inhibitions. Especially with her not yet sleeping, the last thing he wanted was for his mother to ask him to leave her bed. Yet, even if she asked him to leave her bed, once alone in his room he now had plenty to masturbate over all that happened between them today. If it wasn't enough that she stayed to watch him masturbate and cum, now she allowed him to sleep with her in her bed while holding her naked breast.

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"What you're doing now is very comforting and something that your father loved doing. He loved feeling my tits while fingering my nipples," she said turning her head on her pillow to look at him. "The touch of his hand and feel of his fingers on my naked breasts and nipples were as comforting as they were sexually arousing."

'Wait. Back up,' he thought. 'What was she inferring? Was she inviting me to feel her tits while fingering her nipples? Did she want me to finger her nipples while holding her breasts or not?'

He didn't know. He wasn't sure. He felt so confused. The last thing he wanted to do was to ruin sleeping with his mother by prematurely pressuring her for sex.

As if she was suddenly speaking a foreign language, he needed an incest dictionary to translate all that she said and did. Did she or did she not want to have incestuous sex with him? Was she or was she not as horny as he was? Was she or was she not as sexually excited as he was? Did she sexually want him as much as he incestuously wanted her? Was she trying to seduce him in the way that he wanted to seduce her? Why else would she put his hand on her naked breast? Only, he didn't know. He wasn't sure. This was his mother and not some whore.

"You have amazing breasts and a beautiful body," he said not knowing what else to say in this moment of sexual excitement and incestuous anticipation. He figured that it was better to just compliment her than to say the wrong thing at the wrong time. "I've always wanted to touch you," he said being careful to not go too far with his pillow talk.

She gave him a sexy smile and a naughty look.

"I don't mind you touching, feeling, fondling, and caressing my breast, James," she said with a shrug. She paused to push the covers down to her waist and to expose both her naked breasts to his horny eyes. "Just don't finger my nipples," she said. "Okay?"

Only, he didn't know if she was warning him not to finger her nipples or daring him to finger her nipples, especially when she changed her position in bed, lowered the covers, and exposed her naked breasts to him. As if inviting him to feel her breasts while fingering her nipples, she turned her body to rest on her back instead of on her side. With her topless now, his mother's big, naked breasts were right there before his horny eyes and incestuous hands. He only wished the room wasn't so dark. He only wished he could see her tits as well as feel her tits. He couldn't believe his mother was topless.

Yet, even in the dim nightlight that glowed from the open door of the master bathroom, with her nightgown wide open but for the one button by her neck, he could clearly see that she was naked. Overwhelming his horniness, his mother was naked. Her naked breasts were right there as if testing him and teasing him to touch them, feel them, fondle them, finger them, and suck them. As if testing him and teasing him to touch her, feel her, finger her, lick her, and fuck her, his mother's naked pussy was right there within his horny reach too. He couldn't believe his mother was in bed naked.

As if she could read his mind, he couldn't believe she said what he was thinking again when she asked him not to finger her nipples. While fingering, pulling, turning, twisting, and pinching her nipples, he so wanted to lean down and take her big tits in his mouth, first one and then the other. He'd love nothing more than to suck his mother's big tits while fingering her pussy. He'd love nothing more than to rub her clit while finger fucking her cunt. His mother's cunt. He'd love nothing more than to finger his mother's cunt.

Now he wondered if she was baiting him? He wondered if she was she teasing him? He wondered if she was she playing him? By putting his left hand on her left breast and drawing his attention to her nipples by telling him not to finger them, what was she really saying? What did she really want? Did she want him to finger her nipples? Now, by lying on her back and pushing the blanket down to her waist while exposing both her breasts to him, did she want him to not only feel both her breasts but also to suck her breasts while fingering her nipples?

Unable to read her thoughts, he didn't know. He wondered if her nipples were the only parts of her that were off limits to him. Does that mean that he could feel and finger her pussy but not finger her nipples? Even though he'd love nothing more than to finger her nipples, he'd love to finger her pussy too while she stroked his cock. He'd love to masturbate his mother while she masturbated him.

'I'd love to cum again for my mother while she had an orgasm from me. Not that she saw me sexually excited enough to cum, I'd love to see and hear her become sexually excited enough to cum,' he thought.

Suddenly feeling embarrassed, he felt like the incestuous pervert that he obviously was. Thinking that his mother just wanted to sleep before, especially after she turned off the light, now he couldn't help but suspect that she wanted sex. Only, what if he was wrong? What if he ruined things by rushing things? What if she asked him to leave his bed?

As confused as he was sexually excited, was she expecting him to finger her nipples while fingering her pussy? Suddenly feeling as if he was at her sexual mercy, with him unable to control his incestuous, sexual desires, he didn't know nor understand the rules to whatever incestuous game she was playing. Yet, with him having as much pride and dignity as he had incestuous lust and respect for his mother, he didn't want to be a sexually frustrated pawn in her game. He wanted to have sex with his mother. The last thing he wanted was to return to his room to masturbate himself.

'Who am I kidding? As long as I'm in bed with my naked mother, I'd be a pawn in any sexy, incestuous game she wanted to play,' he thought. 'I'd willingly allow her to sexually use me and abuse me in the way I hope to sexually use and abuse her too.'

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He stared at her in the dark. He stared at what he could see of the outline of her big breasts. He could see enough of her naked tits to discern that his mother's nipples were erect. With him supposed to be holding her, comforting her, and spooning her, he wondered if she knew that he had an erection if she'd be angry. Suddenly, feeling guilty, he felt like the incestuous pervert that he was. Yet, unable to stop his incestuous thoughts, he hoped his mother would spoon him in the way that she spooned his father. He hoped his mother would hold his erect prick in the way she allowed him to hold her firm tit.

"I don't think I should be touching, feeling, fondling, and caressing your naked breasts Mother," he said.

Sexually frustrated and incestuously confused, he moved his hand away from her breast in the way that he moved his hand away from her pubic hair. He was done playing sexual games that he didn't know the rules. He didn't know what his mother wanted. Did she or did she not want him to give her sex?

Even though he yearned to have sex with his mother, he didn't want to be used and played by her in the way she did with his father. Nonetheless his feigned and feeble protest in touching, feeling, fondling, and caressing his mother's breast, his cock contradicted his objection by growing bigger and harder. Proud of himself for being strong enough to exert some sexual, self-control, he was disappointed in himself for not staying the course and for having an erection.

If only to see what else would sexually happen, he needed for his mother to continue to take the lead. Perhaps in the way he was touching, feeling, fondling, and caressing her tit, she'd take that as her cue to touch, feel, fondle, and caress his cock too. If only she'd stroke him, he'd finger her. If only she'd suck him, he'd lick her. If only she'd make love to him, he'd fuck her.

"What's the big deal? It's just a breast James," she said looking at him as if he was the one who was a prude while reaching for his right hand with her right hand. "I don't mind you holding my breasts."

With her now lying on her back and exposing both her naked breasts to his horny eyes, she lifted her head to drape his right arm around her right shoulder as she cuddled against him. In the way that she had put his left hand on her left breast, she pulled his right arm down over her shoulder by his wrist and put his right hand on her right breast too. Then, she pulled his arm and hand forward and placed his left hand on her naked left breast again. As if he was dreaming this or sexually fantasizing this, he was holding both his mother's breasts in his hot and horny hands.

'I don't believe this is happening,' he thought. 'Both my hands are holding my mother's big, naked tits. More than what I expected would happen, are we sleeping or are we having sex? Should I take the lead or should I just wait to see what she'll do next?'

He needed to answer his mother's question. Just as he needed her to know that he wasn't a pervert, he needed her to think that he wasn't a prude. The last thing that he wanted was to make his mother feel uncomfortable. The last thing that he wanted to do was to embarrass his mother by pressuring her for sex. The last thing that he wanted to do was to make her feel like an incestuous whore in the way that he felt like an incestuous pervert.

"The big deal are tits, your tits," he said with a laugh. "Tits, especially naked tits, and especially our mother's naked tits, are big deals to men," he said with a dirty laugh. "Tits, especially naked tits, and especially your naked tits, are a big deal to me." He gulped down his incestuous lust while ready to make his confession. "I can't tell you how many times I've dreamt of seeing, touching, and feeling your naked tits. I can't tell you how many times I've masturbated over seeing you naked and having sex with your naked body, Mother," he said while waiting for her reaction.

She shrugged her shoulders as if she didn't understand men when, obviously, she did. She shrugged her shoulders as if she didn't understand his meaning when, obviously, she did. Sexually teasing him and driving him incestuously crazy, obviously, she was playing him. Obviously, she wanted to have sex with her son as much as he wanted to have sex with his mother.

"It's just tits, James," she said with a sigh. "It's just my tits. You used to suck my breasts when you were a baby," she said with an endearing laugh. "Hopefully lulling me to sleep, it's comforting for you to touch and feel my naked breasts in the way that your father used to touch and feel my naked breasts and in the way that I want you to touch and feel them now too." She looked at him in the dark. "I can't believe you masturbated over imagining me naked and having sex with my naked body," she said with a little laugh.