Mom, All I Want for Xmas is You Ch. 16

Obviously not making any difference now that they were about to have mother and son sex, Susan shrugged off her son's apology.

"I still don't understand why an 18-year-old woman would want a 42-year-old man over someone her own age. I still don't understand why a 22-year-old woman would marry a 46-year-old, drunk. Obviously, in the way that he was sexually attracted to me when I was 18-years-old and he was 24-years-old, he's still attracted to 18-year-olds. No doubt, one day, he'll dump Jessica for a younger woman when she turns 30-years-old," said Susan with a laugh.

Just as James ruined the sexual mood by asking her about his father, Susan ruined the sexual mood with her sexually abusive confession and by bringing up Jessica. James felt guilty that he was responsible for introducing Jessica to his father. He felt responsible that he had ended their marriage. Yet, if it wasn't his ex-girlfriend leaving with his father, it would have been some other, young woman coming between them.

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Mother and son fell silent. While she mindlessly stroked him, he continued excitingly fondling her breasts while fingering her nipples. She stared down at his cock with sad eyes while he stared at her naked breasts with sexually excited eyes. He wanted to continue feeling his mother's naked tits but after she confessed all his father's friends sexually did to her, he felt awkward feeling up his mother. He didn't want her to deem him in the same sexual category as them. Instead, unable to stop himself from continuing their sexual conversation, building up to where they were before, he continued with their sexual, pillow talk.

"Is what you're doing now what you used to do with Dad? Did you hold Dad's cock in your hand while moving your hand back and forth in the way you're doing with me now," he said looking down at his mother's hand before looking up at her. "Did you use to fondle Dad's prick in the way that you're fondling my prick now?"

She looked at him and gave him a sexy smile.

"Of course, this is what I did with your father and what he wished I'd do with his friends," she said making a sour face before laughing. "He would have been happy if I gave all his friends hand jobs and blowjobs. He would have been happy if I fucked them all. Yet, knowing how he gets when he's been drinking, if I had sex with any of his friends, he'd throw it up in my face and call me a whore later."

When he showed her his compassionate understanding, replacing her sadness with happiness, she gave him a big smile. If she wasn't beautiful enough before, she was even more beautiful now when she smiled. She was so beautiful when she wasn't sad. She was even more beautiful when she was sitting with him topless while holding his erect prick in her hand and while he felt her naked breasts while fingering her erect nipples.

"Dad was a lucky man to have someone who was as beautiful, as sexy, and as intelligent as you in his life," he said. "I wish I could find a woman like you, Mom."

She nodded her head as if agreeing with him. Then, she finally asked him the question that he was hoping to hear.

"Well, with us both naked together in bed, I'd say that you've already found your woman," he said with a sexy laugh. She stroked him a little faster. "Is that what you want? Is that what you'd like me to do for you?" She looked from him to look down at his prick before looking up at him again. "We moved away from the subject of sex," she said. "Would you like me to masturbate you?"

She gave him a naughty look and he returned her naughty look with his naughty look.

"Yes," he said shyly.

She stroked him a little faster while continuing to sexually tease him with her words.

"I bet you'd you like to cum all over my hand," she said sexually teasing him again in the way she sexually teased him before. "Or maybe you'd like to ejaculate your cum across my naked tits," she said giving him a salaciously, sexual look. "Would you like that? Would you like to cum all over your mother's breasts?"

James returned his mother's star with his stare.

"God, yes, Mom, I'd love for you to masturbate me. I love to cum all over your hand. I'd love to ejaculate my cum across your naked breasts," he admitted.

As if she was rethinking what she was about to say, she bit her lip. She gave him another sexy smile before really sexually teasing him with what she said next.

"If I remember correctly what you said when I was standing in your bedroom this morning watching you masturbate, you said that you wanted to cum in my mouth." She paused to stare at her son staring at her before asking him the million-dollar question. "Is that what you'd like to do? Do you still want to do that? Do you still want to cum in your mother's mouth?" She stared at him waiting for him to answer and when he didn't respond, she continued. "Tell me, James, would you like to cum in Mommy's mouth?" It sexually excited him even more when she referred to herself in the third person. "Do you want Mommy to blow you?"

Beside himself with incestuous lust and sexual horniness, he stared at his mother as if he was having a sexual fantasy.

"Mom," he said and was all that he could say.

She gave him another sexy smile and another naughty look and before he answered her first question, she asked him a second question.

"Tell me. I'd like to know. Would you like for me to give you a blowjob? Is that what you want? Do you want Mommy to suck your cock," she said stroking him faster and harder? "I bet you'd love to cum in my mouth. I bet you'd love me to swallow your cum too," she said with a sexy smile and a dirty laugh.

The color drained from his face and his jaw fell open again. He imagined his mother blowing him. He imagined his mother looking up at him with her big, blue eyes with his hard, hairy prick stretching her mouth. He imagined cumming in his mother's mouth and watching her swallow his cum.

"God, yes," he said while hoping she wasn't just teasing him. "Oh, Mom, I'd love for you to blow me. I'd love to cum in your mouth. I'd love for you to swallow my cum," he said sliding a slow finger across her full lips while hoping she was serious about giving him a blowjob and allowing him to cum in her beautiful mouth.

She smiled before taking his finger in her mouth to suck his finger as if she was sucking his prick.

"If I remember correctly when I was standing in your room this morning while watching you masturbate yourself, you said that you wanted to give me a cum bath," she said looking at her son as if she was an attorney. "Tell me. I'm curious. Is that what you'd still like to do? Do you still want to give me a cum bath? Do you still want to not only shoot a load of cum in my mouth but also ejaculate a second load all over my face, in my hair, and across my naked breasts?"

Unmercifully teasing him, she looked at him with insight while he stared at her with sexual excitement. He couldn't believe they were having the pillow talk that he always hoped they have. If it wasn't enough that he was naked and in bed with his naked mother on Christmas Eve, he couldn't believe they were about to have sex. If she was willing to masturbate him and blow him, he wondered what else his mother would consensually do. He hoped she wasn't just teasing him.

"More than anything, Mom," he said. "I'd love for you to masturbate me. I'd love to cum all over your hand, and across your beautiful breasts. I'd love for you to blow me and allow me to cum in your mouth. I'd love to watch you swallow my cum, before giving you a cum bath."

She lifted her head from her pillow to rest it in her hand and to support it with her elbow. She looked at him again but he didn't turn to look at her. Feeling awkwardly embarrassed that he wanted his mother in such an incestuously, forbidden, sexual way, nonetheless, wishing that she'd masturbate him before blowing him, he couldn't help but to feel as incestuously perverted as he felt sexually excited. Never had he felt as sexually excited with Jessica as he felt with his mother now. Never had he wanted his ex-girlfriend in the way that he wanted his mother.

"As shocking as it's forbidden, I'd like to do all those sexual things with you too," she said looking at him before leaning into him to kiss him.

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Suddenly he felt as embarrassed as he felt ashamed that he confessed his sexual lust for his mother this morning while masturbating himself. Now feeling much like the incestuous pervert he was, he felt just as embarrassed as he felt ashamed that he masturbated and ejaculated in front of his mother earlier today. In the way that his mother showed her sexual lust for him now, he wished he had been more of a man and shown his incestuous lust for her below.

Even though his incestuous, sexual lust overwelled him, he felt ashamed that he sexually desired his mother. Even though her actions and the conversation had led and suggested to what he should do, he felt uncomfortable asking his mother for a hand job and/or a blowjob. He felt uncomfortable asking his mother for sex when they were just supposed to be sleeping in the same bed together. When did holding, comforting, cuddling, and spooning one another turn into sex?

Nonetheless, he wanted much more than just a hand job or even a blowjob. He wanted a sexual relationship. He wanted to live with his mother as man and woman, boyfriend and girlfriend, or husband and wife, instead of mother and son. He wanted to be his mother's forever lover. Justifying his lust with his immoral, unnatural, illegal, and forbidden sexual attraction to his mother, not allowing this opportunity to pass, he needed to make his sexual feelings known to her.

"Even though I do want you to give me a hand job, a blowjob, and I'd love to give you a cum bath," he said with sadness instead of with sexual excitement. "I don't know if we should do those sexual things," he said already regretting saying that she shouldn't give him a hand job and/or a blowjob before he gave her a cum bath.

It was one thing to ask his mother for a hand job or a blowjob, but it was even more perversely perverted to ask to give her a cum bath. Yet, unless she was just teasing him, his mother seemed ready to give him a hand job, a blowjob, and even allow him to give her a cum bath. Even though he wanted to have sex with his mother, he didn't want his relationship to be only about sex. He hoped for more than just that. He wanted to be her long-term lover in addition to being her son. He wanted to make love to his mother as much as he wanted to fuck her.

He didn't just want one hand job and one blow job, he wanted dozens of hand jobs and blowjobs, perhaps even hundreds of them while giving her sexual pleasure too. In the way that he wanted his mother to stroke him, suck him, and fuck him, he wanted to finger her, lick her, and fuck his mother too. In the way that he wanted his mother to give him multiple orgasms with her hand, her mouth, and her pussy, he wanted to give his mother multiple orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock.

"Oh, James, don't be so naïve." She rolled her eyes again and sighed before letting out a laugh. "What's the big deal? It's just a hand job. It's just a blowjob," she said with a shrug. "It's just sex."

She gave him another sexy smile.

"Just sex? It's incestuous sex," he said in a soft voice. "It's as perversely forbidden as it's illegal. It's wrong for me to want you in such a sexual way."

She laughed again.

"I'm tired conforming to what society dictates with what we should or shouldn't do. No one knows what we do behind closed, bedroom doors," she said. "I had a sexual life before you came along and long after you were born," she said with a little laugh while slowly stroking his erection. She looked down at her hand holding his erection before she looked back up at him. "Are you okay with me holding you, touching, and stroking you in this sexual way or would you rather that I stop masturbating you?"

Not waiting for him to answer, she continued fingering the head of his cock while stroking him a little faster. Teasing him with her gentle, motherly touches, she had sexually excited him even more by not only allowing him to give her pillow talk but also by returning his pillow talk with her pillow talk. When she continued sexually exciting him, instantly erecting them, he ran his slow fingers over her nipples. Then, as if goading him to answer her affirmatively, she reached down to cup his testicles in the palm of her hand.

'Oh, my God,' he thought when his mother cupped his balls. 'I can't believe she just did that. That felt so good. Always imagining my mother giving me a hand job, I never imagined her cupping my testicles would feel so incredibly good.'

"Mom," he said, which was all that he could say.

She laughed.

"Don't call me Mom when I'm cupping your balls in one hand while stroking your erect prick in my other hand," she said with another laugh while squeezing his balls a little. "Call me Susan."

He looked at her looking at him.

"That feels so good what you're doing, Susan," he said. "And to answer your question, yes, I'm okay with what you're doing," he said in a sexually excited whisper. "Even though I've always fantasized about it while masturbating over it, I never thought you'd be holding, fondling, and stroking my cock in your hand. I never thought you'd offer to give me a blowjob."

Only, he wished instead of her only holding him, fondling him, and slowly stroking him that she'd stroke him faster and harder. Horny before and with his mother making him even hornier now, he wished she'd give him a motherly hand job. He wished she'd give him a motherly blowjob in the way that she gave his father a wifely hand job and a wifely blowjob. Now that he knew what it felt like to feel his cock in his mother's hand, he wanted to know what it would feel like to feel his cock in his mother's mouth and in his mother's pussy.

"I promise not to stroke you too hard and too fast, that is unless you ask me to do that," she said with a sexy laugh. "No doubt, you'd rather that I suck you than stroke you. They looked at one another through the dim light of her nightlight lit bedroom. "Okay?"

As if reading his mind, she said what he was thinking again.

'It's okay if you stroke me harder and faster. It's okay if you give me a hand job,' he thought and wanted to say. 'I'd love for you to give me a blowjob too,' he wanted to add. 'I'd love to cum in your mouth before giving you a cum bath, too,' he wanted to say but didn't.

Perhaps wanting him to make the next sexual move, he wondered if this was his cue to tell her that it was okay for her to stroke him and to suck him, that is if she had a mind to do that. Difficult to read her, even with her naked and giving him pillow talk, he couldn't tell if she was sexually teasing him or was serious about giving him a hand job and a blowjob. If she blew him, he'd love to return the favor and eat her.

"Okay," he said wishing he had the balls to ask her to stroke him fast enough and long enough to make him cum.

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He'd love to cum for his mother. He'd love to see the look on her face when he ejaculated for her and because of her. As if tattooing his mother with gobs of his cum, he wished he could give her a cum bath. As if marking her as his woman by shooting his DNA all over her beautiful face and body, he'd love to decorate her with the pearls of his dripping cum. He not only would love to cum in her beautiful mouth but also, he'd love to cum all over her pretty face and across her big tits.

More than anything, he wanted to have sex with his mother. More than anything, as if she was his lover instead of his mother he wanted to touch and feel her everywhere while making out with her. More than anything, on this day of love, romance, and sex, Christmas Eve, he wanted to make love to his mother before fucking his mother. Just as he wanted her to give him an orgasm, he wanted to return the favor and give her an orgasm too. Now that she knows what he looks like and sounds like when cumming, he'd love to know what his mother looks like and sounds like when cumming too.

Thinking about putting his hand on her hand to hump her hand with his hips, with the help of his mother's hand, he could give himself a reluctant hand job. Only, with her already willingly stroking him and with her already asking him if he wanted her to give him a hand job, he didn't have to do that. She had already agreed to masturbate him.

The best Christmas gift he could ever want, just as he couldn't believe his mother was holding his big prick in her hand, he couldn't believe his mother was stroking his big prick in her hand. He couldn't believe she was giving him a slow hand job while allowing him to feel her tits and finger her nipples. Hoping she would, he couldn't wait for her to suck his cock.

"You have a very, big cock James," she said in a whisper while squeezing his prick and staring down at his erection. She slid her body down to rest her head on his chest while she continued stroking him. "Your prick is so very hard, much harder than your father's cock. With your father always too drunk to get and/or maintain an erection, it's been a long time since I've held a hard cock in my hand."

He couldn't believe his mother was talking dirty to him. Now, he couldn't wait to talk dirty to her. He pushed the covers aside to look down at himself and to look at his mother's hand holding and stroking his prick. He looked from his engorged penis to look at her and she turned her head to look from his erect cock to look up at him. With her resting her head on his chest, wishing she'd rest her head on his stomach, his cock would be much closer to her mouth then.

"I do? Really?" He stared down at his mother holding his prick in her hand. "Do you really think I have a big cock?"

She laughed.

"Trust me. You do," she said with a sexy smile. "You have a much bigger prick than your father's prick. You have a bigger prick than any of your father's friends. You have a bigger prick than many of the male strippers had when my friends took me out to a CFNM strip club for my 30th birthday. Better times then, that was several years before I divorced your father."

He imagined his mother at a CFNM strip club drunk. He wondered if she was drunk enough to lick whipped cream off the strippers' cocks. He imagined, while she was licking whipped cream from their pricks, they put a hand to the back of her blonde, pretty head and impaled her mouth with their stiff pricks. With her the birthday girl, he wondered how far she went in having sex with any of them.

"Thank you," he said with a laugh. "I'm a little embarrassed that you're holding my prick while stroking my prick but I'm not embarrassed enough to stop you," he said with a dirty laugh. "Tell me, Susan, I'm curious."

She gave him a sexy smile while turning her head to look at him.

"Curious about what? What would you like to know?"

He looked at her to give her his own sexually excited smile.

"Being that you're the one who brought it up but did any of the strippers try to get you to blow them, I mean, really suck them while stroking them? Did you suck any of their cocks, Susan," he said but wanting to call her mother instead? It sexually excited him more to call her Mom or Mother than it did to call her Susan.

She laughed.

"They tried," she said laughing again. "Suffice to say that I've licked whip cream from a few cocks on my thirtieth birthday, if that's what you mean. Perhaps, I'll do it again on my fiftieth birthday," she said with a dirty laugh.

He looked at her wide-eyed.

"Wow," he said while imagining his mother sucking stripper's pricks. "I only wished they allowed men in to watch. I've love to watch you lick whipped cream from some strippers' cocks."