Author's note: I appreciate all the good thoughts and constructive criticism from my earlier stories. Keep them coming. And I'm always looking for attractive, mature married women to chat and exchange stories with. So ladies, if you enjoy this story, I would love to hear the how and why!
Christmas Gifts
1
The first half of his college freshman year was the most sexually frustrating period of Luke Gerard's life. He was tall, handsome with his mother's blue eyes and his dad's dusty blonde hair, and had taken a baseball scholarship at Brown University. All of these factors lined up to get him laid, and he had still been dumb enough to try the long distance think with his high school sweetheart Kelly Gibbons. So he had resisted. He had been faithful. And he hadn't been home three hours before she paid him a visit and tearfully told him that she had moved on. Strangely, he wasn't as depressed by this fact as he was that he had been outright propositioned on three different occasions over the last several months at various parties, and had turned the girls down.
So he found himself sitting at his parents' enormous breakfast table two days before Christmas Eve, wearing only a t shirt and boxers, chomping on Wheaties across from his dad, Richard. The old man had been one of the higher ups at Bank of America in Charlotte, had made his fortune, and got out before the whole operation collapsed back in 2008. He was an okay guy, but rich, distant, and always seemed bored with anything concerning his son. And at the moment, his son was squirming in his seat, trying to keep his hard on from bursting through his boxers and peaking its head over the tables edge.
The reason, Luke was so aroused? The same reason he had been as horny as hell since he was thirteen: his mother, Candace, who at 39 years old was still the teenager's wet dream she had always been. 5'8" tall with the sculpted physique of an underwear model, which she had been when she snagged her wealthy older husband when she was 19. She was warm, flirty and fun, and this belied her sense of wit and intelligence. She had allowed her husband to provide her a life of leisure, had given birth to Luke when she was 21, and had waited for him to go to school before earning her degree in sexual psychology. She seldom practiced, though, only taking a case here and there, consulting now and then with another doctor. For the most part, she enjoyed the life of a rich, beautiful, stylish woman. He eyes were wide and ice-blue, her jet black hair shining and bouncing about her shoulders, her body full of curves but tight and lithe, with a meaty ass and large, perky breasts. As a teenager, Luke had been obsessed with one B-movie actress who made soft-core skin flicks for late night cable. Her name had been Joan Severance, and she had been a dead-ringer for Candace Gerard.
So here he was, heartbroken and sexually frustrated while the hottest woman on the planet pranced about the kitchen adjusting flower arrangements in a silken white robe that was low-cut, and barely reached down below her ass. Her bare legs strutted across the kitchen as her husband said over his morning paper, "So what'll it be for Christmas this year, son?"
Luke was startled out of a day dream in which, you guessed it, his mother was riding him as he lay back on the living room floor. "Huh?"
"What'll it be for Christmas? One of those Ipads? That new Xbox doohickey?"
"I have his Christmas gift all planned out this year, Richard. Don't you worry about it," Candace said turning around and kissing her husband on the cheek. She was already wearing make-up, dolled up for the day. "Besides, you're going to be late for work." And with that, Candace handed her husband his briefcase and ushered him out the door.
When she returned, Luke was putting his cereal bowl in the sink. He turned and found her sitting in his chair, her legs crossed, almost every glorious inch of them visible. "Have a seat, sweetie. I want to talk to you about your Christmas gift this year."
Luke slumped down into a chair across the table. He had waited for his dad to leave so no one would see the 9 inch anaconda struggling to break through his cotton boxers. And now his mom had caught him; but it wasn't the first time.
2
Candace had known that her son wanted her sexually since he was fifteen. She had her suspicions before then, but knew for certain when she peeked into his room and found him pleasuring himself as he held an lingerie catalogue photo in which she was posing in black thigh-highs with matching bra and panties. She eyed him coolly as she watched through the door. She wasn't surprised of course; Candace was well aware of her beauty and the power her sexuality gave her over men. And she had always been fascinated by the Oedipal complex, and had studied extensively. It was very common for young men to at least have sexual dreams about their mothers, and many desired their moms literally.
Though she wasn't surprised by Luke's sexual urge to have her, Candace was surprised by her own reaction: that urge was reciprocated. Her son was tall, athletic, and had inherited his good looks and winning smile from her. His muscular body was getting more impressive every day, and now that she could see that even at the awkward age of fifteen he had a nine inch cock that he was jerking between his legs, she was more than impressed.
But that was very little of the attraction, actually. Candace was a woman that could have any man, and knew it. She could find anyone just as attractive and virile as Luke any day of the week. No. It was the power she felt, knowing that even her own son desired her. The wicked thrill of cuckolding her husband in the most primal way possible. After seeing Luke that day, Candace began to focus on Oedipal research in her studies. Her thesis, which won her universal acclaim from her colleagues, was an argument that stated the Oedipal complex went both ways. That secretly, mothers have an innate desire to mate with their sons, that using that sexuality gave a mother a control over her son, creating a bond that was hierarchical and empowering to the mother. Her essay made all this sound theoretical, of course. But in her heart, Candace knew that between her and Luke, the desire was literal.
And it was then, after a year of study, that Candace came to the conclusion that when Luke was of age she would take the initiative to completely redefine their relationship, not only between the two of them, but between she and her husband as well. Society and religion had, in her clinical view, distorted the natural progression the husband, wife, son relationship should have. Like Eve turning from Adam and mating with Cain, it was natural for Candace to replace Richard with a younger, more virile version of himself. And as she sat down across from a very sexually frustrated Luke that morning a few days before Christmas, Candace smiled in knowing that what she had planned for the last four years was finally here.
3
"Sweetheart," Luke's mother began, "I want you to know that I am very concerned about you, since the break up and all." Her thin robe was riding up high on her long, perfect, matronly legs. "How are you doing, baby?"
Luke shrugged, "Rough, I guess. I just feel like I've waited and invested time in something that went know where."
Candace sat eyeing him, nodding. She was so hot, Luke couldn't believe she didn't set the seat of her chair on fire. As she listened, She uncrossed her legs and sauntered over to stand behind Luke, massaging his shoulders as he poured his heart out to her. When he paused, she said, "Sweetie, a mother hates to see her son struggle like this. And admittedly, I can't replace whats her name, give back the time you've lost, or heal a broken heart." He could feel her leaning down to him, whispering, her breath hot in his ear. "But I want to give you something for Christmas that you have always wanted. And I think that it will at least take care of your physical needs, if not emotional ones..."
