Cumming Home for Christmas

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Author's note:

This story is meant to be a fantasy. As such, many points of reality are put to the side, such as safety and pregnancy, as well as others.

Additionally, this story will cover a wide range of sexual activities. I will try to cover them in the intro, but please be aware. All characters are at least 18 years of age.

Following comments that I have gotten previously; Everything here is meant for the purpose of telling a story and titillating the reader and is not meant as a portrait of reality. I love hearing from readers, but if you comment that it wouldn't happen that way in real life, well, that's why it's a fantasy.

Topics: incest, oral, mother son, bdsm, sensory deprivation, spanking, threesome

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As I put my bag into the taxi, I shivered in the cold. It was times like this that I remembered why I had moved so far for school. Not that the snow wasn't pretty, or that there wasn't something about a white Christmas that just felt right, but the invasive cold couldn't compare to sunshine and moderate temperatures all year round. I debated calling my mother to let her know I was almost there, but instead, sent her a message. The streets were pretty empty, which made sense, given that it was Christmas Eve. I had been debating coming out earlier, but between my class schedule and work, it hadn't been possible. That, plus weather delays meant that I was getting in really late.

The empty roads meant that what was usually a forty-five minute to hour drive, ended up taking only twenty. I gave the driver an extra large tip, wished him a happy holidays, and got out of the car. Staring at my childhood home, I stood there in the child for a minute as waves of nostalgia welled up inside of me. The last time I was home was over a year and a half ago. Then the cold got to me and I hurried up to the front door. Taped to the door was an envelope with my name on it. I grabbed it, unlocked the door, and hurried inside.

"Hey Mom, I'm home," I called out, setting down my bag and taking off my coat. When nobody answered I stopped and tried again. "Hello?" I called out.

When nobody responded, I remembered the letter. Hurriedly opening it, I read it.

*I have been thinking about how much I love you, how much I appreciate you, how much you mean to me, and your place in my life. I have also spent a lot of time thinking about my needs. In the end I decided that not only do I want you, but I need you. I want you in my life, in all ways, not just what we had, but more.

So in that light, I made a decision. I'm yours. 100%. No hesitations, no reservations. I love you and I trust you. As a show of commitment and trust, I'm waiting for you under the tree, wrapped up with a bow. I'll be in full sensory deprivation, completely blindfolded and unable to hear anything, along with a gag, making it impossible for me to talk. I want this. I want to completely give myself to you. I'm yours to do what you want with.*

I stared at the letter for a long time, not knowing what to do with it. Then, as if in a trance, I slowly walked to the living room. I stopped in the doorway. There, next to the tree, bathed in the warm light of the fireplace, was my mother. She was completely naked, save for a large, bright red bow on her back, cuffs around her wrists and ankles that were chained together with a bar between her feet, and a black leather hood over her head. She was on her knees with her bare ass facing the entry way and her hooded head was pressed against the floor. Her long, blonde hair was done up into a tight braid that came out the back of the hood.

"Mom?" I said loudly. There was no answer. "MOM!" I said again even louder.

There was still no response. It was clear that she was still alive, I could see her breathing, and I could also see that her cunt was pulsing, something I would have never expected to ever see. I read the letter again. And again. I knew from my sporadic conversations with her that things were complicated with my father. And I knew that she missed having me around. We used to be really close and my moving away had been hard. Both of my older sisters had gotten married young and moved away. Being the baby and the only boy, she had put me on a pedestal and doted on me from day one.

I was torn. On one hand, this was insane. I didn't know what was going on with her, but this was incest. It was my mother for fucks sake. What was she thinking? And the whole sensory deprivation thing? The BDSM stuff? What was that? What had happened to her since I moved out? On the other hand, this was my mother. With everything that she had done for me over the years, who was I to deny her anything? Plus, my mother, who was in her late forties, was incredibly sexy. To say that she had never featured in some of my more shameful jerk off sessions would be a lie. Anyways, lusting after your mother is perfectly normal. Right?

I went and made myself a drink. My father always kept some decent bourbon in the house and I poured myself a couple of fingers worth. I had a few sips, but not too much at once, especially as I hadn't eaten much beyond snacks while traveling. I sat back down on the couch in the living room, looking at my mother. Her large tits were pressed against the floor and her round ass was high in the air. I had another sip, and felt the warm glow of alcohol settle into my stomach.

I made my decision. I want to say that it was all perfectly altruistic, but let's be honest. Part of it definitely was trying to give my mother what she wanted. But there was also the part of me that hadn't gotten laid in six months, and the part that still lusted over my mother, and the part where there was an available and eager pussy waiting to be fucked. And as they say, a stiff dick has no conscience.

I got undressed and put my clothing on the couch. I knelt between my mother's bound legs and gently caressed her bare skin. It was smooth and warm. My touch sent a shiver through her tied up form. I couldn't imagine how sensitive and vulnerable she must feel. Not even knowing that somebody was there and suddenly someone was touching her.

This close to her, the scent of her arousal was obvious. Running a hand across her round ass and down towards her hairless pussy, I found her soaked. My touching her outer lips was enough to drag out the first muffled sound I had heard from her. My finger slid inside my mother with such ease. I pulled it out and tasted my mother's juices. While my girlfriends over the years had plenty of complaints about me, some justified and some not, none of them had ever complained that I was a selfish lover. Part of that was that I loved eating pussy. I was always happy to go down on a girl. I never understood why guys didn't like it. It tastes amazing and the amount of pleasure you can give a girl is hard to match.

With my hands on my mother's thighs, I lowered my face to her pussy. I breathed in deeply, inhaling her scent, savoring it, before caressing her folds with my tongue. Another muffled moan escaped her hood. The sound was surprisingly erotic. I took my time. Not only did she deserve it, but she had the perfect blend of musky, spicy, and sweet. She had her first orgasm as I dug my tongue deep into her hole. I welcomed the thicker juices into my mouth, savoring her flavors.

She almost immediately started building towards her second when I switched my focus to her clit. I was surprised how big it was. Most of the girls I had been with had a small button, even when it was engorged. My mother's clit was about a centimeter wide and tall. I alternated between flicking it with my tongue and sucking on it. By now she would probably have been yelling if not for the gag she had in. Even so, her moans and cries of pleasure were very audible. She was so responsive to my mouth that even if she hadn't tasted so good, she would have been fun to go down on. She sprayed my face when I finally decided to push her over the edge. I wrapped my mouth tight on the top of her cunt and rubbed her clit hard with my tongue while sucking. My mother's entire body bucked as her juices sprayed out of her. I held her thighs tight and kept assaulting her button for another thirty seconds as writhed.

I let go of her thighs and my mother collapsed forward as far as her restraints would allow. I wiped my face a bit, licking my hands clean, and then got up. I had another sip of my bourbon. I was surprised just how well it paired with my mother's pussy juices. I looked down at her, breathing heavy, shuddering, still coming down. I had never seen something so beautiful in my life.

I got back up and knelt behind her. In the warm light of the fireplace, under the Christmas tree, I slid my cock into my mother's pussy for the first time. She felt incredible, warm and inviting, around my cock. She seemed to appreciate me as well, given the noises she was making. I started slow, but I knew that the first one was going to be quick, so I wasn't trying to drag it out. I quickly got to a decent pace, thrusting in and out of my mother, thighs slapping together, my hands on her hips. It only took a couple of minutes before I was ready to pop. I gave her three more good thrusts before going as deep as I could and unloading my cum deep into the pussy I came from. I groaned loudly as wave after wave of my hot, sticky cum blasted my mother's insides. Her muffled mewling seemed to indicate she liked it as well.

When I finally stopped pulsing, I pulled out with a slopping sound and finished my drink. I took a few deep breaths before kneeling back behind my mother. From experience, I knew that I had at least two good orgasms in the tank before I need to take a break. Usually it was more, and my record was five, but that was a threesome in which both girls were trying to prove something.

This time, knowing I had some staying power, I made more of a game or of it. I started with spanking my mother a bit. Nothing too hard or too crazy, but I got a kick out of spanking my parent. Just enough to leave a couple of handprints on each cheek. Then, I started rubbing my erection around her cunt, playing a bit. She tried pushing backwards as I circled her sloppy hole, but between her lack of leverage and my pulling back, she didn't get what she wanted. Instead, I gave her another slap on the ass. I rubbed my tip up and down her large clit, which she really seemed to enjoy, and then hottdogged her ass cheeks for a bit, which looked incredibly sexy, especially with the handprints.

Eventually I gave in and entered my mother once more. I started out with long, slow thrusts, going as deep as I could each time before pulling out all the way. Her cunt seemed to grip my dick, not wanting to let it go. Then I switched from long and slow to fast and hard. I began ramming my dick into my mother as hard and as fast as I could. I grabbed her long braid and pulled her head up and wrapped my other hand around her neck as I plowed into her at top speed. Her muffled moans were now a single continuous sound as I fucked my mother's cunt.

I knew that I couldn't keep up the pace for long, so after a minute or so, I transitioned back down to long and deep. This time, each thrust into her was ass hard as I could make it, holding her shoulders for leverage. The new position let me go really deep and each thrust had me pounding the far wall of her pussy. I kept that up until I was ready for another just and fast.

I kept switching off speeds, stopping every few rounds to spank her again. I also took the opportunity to grab her tits, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. They weren't the firmest tits I had every played with, or the largest, but they were definitely the most special to me. I planned on getting my mouth on them as soon as I could.

I finally felt my orgasm starting to build to a crescendo, and I was pretty sure my mother was close as well. I take wanted us to go together. I figured that afterwards, I would release her. I was slamming my cock into my mother as fast as I could, my hands on her hips, building us both, when I felt a hand grab my shoulder and pull me back and away. I must have missed them coming in, focused as I was.

"Junior, what the fuck is going on!" My father exclaimed before I could even process what was happening.

"Dad? Huh? What? What are you doing here?"

"What the fuck do you mean, what am I doing here? What the fuck are you doing here? And what the fuck did you think that you were doing, you sick son of a bitch?"

"I told Mom that I was coming home today. And she asked for this. And I know that she said things have been complicated with you two recently."

"What do you mean you told her you were coming? And that she asked for this. I can't image your mother of all people asking for her son to tie her up and fuck her."

At that moment my mother made a whiny, eager, begging, mewling noise.

"She tied herself up. And let me a note on the door."

"What note?" My father said, angrily.

Still naked, I have my father the note. He read it and his face softened.

"Idiot." He said to me. "The note was for me, not you."

Then it suddenly got me. I was so used to people calling me Mike since I left home, that I never thought to question the name. My parents never called me Mike. It was always either Mikey or Junior. My father was Mike. I collapsed to the couch as my father gently reached down and unlocked my mother's restraints and unzipped her hood. It took a minute for her to process what had happened.

"Oh my god. Mikey. I right you were coming," she cried. "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."

"I think that this was all a big misunderstanding," my father said, much more gently than he had been talking to me before. "Why don't each of you go shower and get dressed, so that we can talk."

We both nodded, suddenly aware of the fact that we were both naked. My erection had completely collapsed, and even though I knew that my balls were going to be really sore later, I had no mind to jerk off in the shower.

A half-hour later, wet all gathered in the living room, each dressed and holding a fortified mug of hot chocolate. Given everything that had happened, my parents laid out a pretty detailed account of what was going on.

Over the years, my father had expressed to my mother that he was interested in a varied and robust sex life. She hadn't been opposed, and was even willing to try out things. They discovered that she was a naturally submissive bottom, which suited my father perfectly fine as he preferred to top. The problem was that my mother didn't really want to accept that part of herself and hid behind the veil of us kids being home and needing to take care of us. When I moved out, it came to a head. My father had been patient over the years, believing the excuses. Now that they were gone, he wanted to explore the lifestyle he thought that they both wanted. There were groups he wanted to join, clubs he wanted to take her to, and just things that he wanted them to do together. It all came to a head a few months prior. My mother, faced with no excuses, lashed out and told him that he was being a pervert and shouldn't be forcing her to do such things. My father moved out and my mother did some intense soul searching.

With everything going on, she forgot that I had told her I was going. She had come to a decision a few days earlier and invited my father for Christmas dinner with the plan to show him that she has been wrong and to ask for his forgiveness.

I apologized profusely for the misunderstanding. Multiple times. To each of them. Finally my mother stopped me.

"Listen, Mikey. It isn't really your fault. It's mine. Second of all, looking back, it put things into perspective. There was something incredibly freeing and intoxicating about not knowing what was going on or who was using me. I think that your father was more right about me than I am willing to admit. Lastly, that was an incredible performance. Your father is no slouch, but you definitely inherited his skills. The girls at school must be clambering all over that."

"Thanks mom," I said blushing. "I don't do too bad."

"Good. Now that it is settled, I'm going to set the roast to heat up for dinner," she said, getting up.

"I'm sorry," I said again to my father when she left.

"Junior, I think that your mother said everything that needs to be said, ok?"

A few minutes later my mother came back in. She knelt next to my father and put something in his lap.

"Are you sure?" He asked her.

"Yes, sir," she said calmly, looking him in the eyes.

"Right now?"

"Yes sir, I don't have anything to hide now, especially not from Mikey. He has literally seen it all. I think it is a nice touch that we have a family witness for this."

"Ok. Do you, of your own free will and without reservation agree to submit to me and serve me, follow my rules and guidance, trust me to care for you, watch over you, and discipline you as needed?" My father asked solomnly.

"Yes, sir, I do," my mother replied in a clear voice.

"Then with this collar I claim you," my father said as he clasped the collar around my mother's neck.

Unsure what to do, I clapped.

"Congratulations?" I said, cautiously.

"Thank you," my father responded. "As you can tell, this is something we talked about, and it was one of the things they bothered your mother the most."

"I realized that it bothered me so much because of how much it worked to me. It didn't really work with my image of what a progressive woman should be," My mother said, still on her knees.

My father gently caressed my mother's head and she leaned into it.

"Sir, if I may," my mother asked.

"Yes, pet?"

"We have a half hour before the roast will be heated up. I know that sir had wanted his pet to broaden her horizons. With everything that has happened tonight, until the roast is ready, maybe I could take the place of the traditional dish."

My father laughed. "Are you suggesting that your son and I have a Christmas spitroast?"

My mother blushed and nodded.

"I didn't hear you," my father said.

"Yes sir. Your pet was offering to be spitroasted by sir and sir junior."

"In that case, why don't you get into proper attire and ask sir junior if he would be interested in pre Christmas dinner spitroasting?"

I watched, stunned as my mother stripped down. While I had played with them earlier, this was the first good look I got at her tits. They were even more wonderful than I had imagined. The way they swayed as she crawled towards me, naked, was hypnotizing.

Three minutes later I was over again naked under the tree, the warmth of the fire on my back, with my mother naked before me. This time, her head was facing me, with my father, naked as well, behind her. My earlier erection was back in force and filled my mother's mouth nicely as my father fucked her from behind. Her mouth and tongue felt incredible, but I didn't expect that she would be able to take me into her throat so easily. As my father thrust forward, he forced her onto my cock, with no issue, my mother took me all the way to the hilt, her tongue snaking down to lick my sack.

The break helped, but the earlier warm up, the entire situation, and my mother's throat, all meant that I didn't last more than a minute or two. I felt her moaning out an orgasm of her own as my cock pulsed in her throat. With the amount of cum I poured down her throat, I wasn't sure she was going to be interested in eating dinner. I collapsed to the floor, even as my father kept fucking her.

"Junior, go sit on the couch," my father instructed.

I got up and sat down heavily. My father stopped fucking, leaned over and whispered in my mother's ear. With a smile, she got up and crawled into my lap. On her knees, her beautiful tits were face height for me. I took the obvious invitation even as my father stood up and resumed fucking his new pet. I eagerly sucked on my mother's nipples, alternating between the sides, twisting and pinching the other one as I went. My mother had another orgasm as I heard my father grunt and fill her pussy with its second load of cum for the evening.