"We were obviously thinking alike Mum," I said with a grin as your eyes flicked down to read the label. Considerably less discreetly than you, I had written "Darling Cat Mum, Happy Christmas my love, yours always, Tom xxx" You half frowned, half smiled and touched the end of my nse with your nail.
"Bad boy, what if someone had found it?" You said, throwing the offending label onto the fire, and proceeding to open the present. Your eyes lit up in the glow of the fire as you saw what lay beneath the wrapping. I had bought you a pair of diamond stud earrings set in white gold from Cartier with my Christmas bonus. "Oh angel, they're gorgeous, thank you," you said, wrapping your arms around my neck and sliding on thigh between my legs, moulding your body into me. God, I was hard again, still, after all these months, you just had to touch me, be near me even, to make me as hard as rock. You kissed me deeply, our tongues playing with each other urgently, the silence of the room pierced by the crackle of the fire, the low hum of the Christmas lights, the rustle of our clothes against each other and the sounds of our kissing.
You pulled away and removed your earrings to replace them with the studs. "Don't worry," you said in answer to my unvoiced question, "your father will never notice and I'll just tell him that he bought them years ago. Now, you open yours," you encouraged. My fingers trembled slightly with the excitement of having held you in them moments ago and it took me a while to open the package. Inside was a classy Omega watch with a leather strap which must have cost you quite the pretty penny. "Try to look happy when you open your book tomorrow," you grinned, hinting as my 'normal' present to come. "Happy Christmas lover," you told me and we kissed again as I murmured my thanks into your lips and neck.
We were standing on a thick sheepskin rug close to the fire, the warmth of which was bathing our legs as we stood there, luxuriating in the glorious act of a lover's kiss. My hands ran up and down your back, feeling the ribbed material under my fingertips and the heat of your body beneath. I squeezed your arse in my hands, feeling it, adoring it, my cock feeling like it wanted to burst through my trousers in order to get at you. My hands slid around your waist, which was encircled by a shiny leather belt and to the big buckle. I half expected you to stop me, for your common sense to prevail, but you didn't, you offered no resistance as I unhooked the belt and tossed it casually to the floor, listening to the tap of metal on metal as the tongue hit the buckle. Your hands were at my belt, mirroring my movements and with a hiss as the leather moved around my waist it too was gone and on the floor. I kicked off my shoes and felt your palm against my hardon and then at my buttons. Down went my trousers and I kicked them away, back towards the sofa.
I reached for the hem of your dress and you raised your arms to allow me to peel the dress up your body and over your head. Underneath you were wearing a lacy cherry-red teddy that matched your lip stick and nail varnish and from which attached your tan stockings. Your breasts almost spilled out of the demi cups and you looked so incredibly wanton with your blonde hair spilling down over your shoulders. In the glow of the firelight and the twinkling of the Christmas lights, I drank in your beauty. Your summer tan had faded to winter's alabaster dotted sporadically with the beautiful tiny moles I loved so much. Toned but feminine in all the right places you were all my Christmases come at once. You pouted at me and squeezed your breasts together with your elbows.
"What do you think of my Mrs Claus outfit?" you teased. I gave a low growl in response and you giggled as I pulled you into another clinch and slowly pushed you down into the deep shag of the sheepskin. You arched your back, pushing your breasts into my chest as I held you firmly in my arms our lips still kissing, almost as if we feared to break that contact -- we had to kiss, had to touch. "My boy, my darling boy," you murmured into my ear as you grasped my cock. My fingers fumbled for a moment at the poppers of your teddy before they came away and your pussy came into view below me. You had allowed your hair to grow a little down there and had a trimmed patch of light blonde hairs there that just looked so gorgeous in the glow of the fire.
You wrapped those long legs of yours around me and I felt the sensual nylon against my skin under my shirt and you used your strength to pull me towards you. Your hand pulled my cock into you, back home and I felt the slick warmth of your pussy envelop me, bathing me in your juices, an incestuous baptism for my cock. "Oh Jeez Mum, you feel so amazing, so good inside you, God I love you so much," I whispered half delirious with wine and lust. You showered my face with kisses, your hands in my hair, your own fine blonde hair splayed out behind you on the white rug. We quickly established a strong rhythm to our love making and the feelings shooting through me were so intense, your pussy muscles controlling my thrusts, your eyes half shut, each of us almost in a trance as we gave ourselves completely to each other in front of the crackling fire, the heat from it and from each other surrounding and infusing us. I don't think either of us appreciated the enormity of making love with our family just upstairs and what the consequences might be if we were caught taking this huge risk, we just wanted, needed to be together, to couple, to share the joy of Christmas with the person we loved most in the world. We had to make so many compromises in our relationship but, unconsciously, we had decided that tonight wasn't going to involve compromise, it was just two lovers being lovers.
"Oh Tommy," you moaned into my mouth as your orgasm approached, "you're going to make me cum, you know that? Your mummy's going to come all around your beautiful cock -- you'll cum too right?" you asked, looking into my eyes, taking my face in your hands, compelling me. I nodded.
"Yes Mum, yes Cat, I'll cum with you Mummy, cum together," I gasped. You smiled and kissed me again, your tongue thrusting deep into my mouth with joy as your body began to shake with the orgasm and I saw your chest flush and your eyes widen.
"Cumming," you groaned, "oh fuck cumming Tom, your Mummy's cumming, cum with me...you promised...ahhh!" I obeyed, feeling my own orgasm rip through me, several days' worth of pent up cum pouring into your eager pussy, whose muscles milked me for all I was worth. We both had to supress our cries, which we did by kissing deeply and moaning into each other's bodies. I felt you bite my shoulder a little. As our orgasm subsided, we lay there together, still connected, breathing in time with each other, the Christmas lights blinking in the darkness and the light from the fire flickering over our naked, entwined and sated bodies. It was a Christmas I would never forget.
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Christmas passed off without further incident. We didn't find another opportunity to make love but we didn't need to, the warm memories of sex by the fire and in front of the Christmas Tree was enough to sustain us. Sara and Olly left on the day after Boxing Day, the wedding having been fixed for early March in London. Dad did not stay much longer. He went back to work the same day and, that evening, told us that he had to fly to New York again on 30th, where he would be for a week over New Year. By this time you were resigned to it and barely even pretended to be disappointed that he would miss the New Year celebrations. While we were out walking the dogs the next day, I suggested to you that we should take advantage of Dad's absence and see in the New year in London, watching the fireworks on the Thames. You looked a bit sceptical to start with but I managed to persuade you to venture out on a cold December's night to have some fun with your son in the big city. Obviously we didn't tell Dad about it and it was a nice little secret for us to have over the next couple of days, planning what to do and where to go.
Dad left on the 30th and we spent the rest of that day and night together as a couple again, making up for lost time as it were. We were too late to buy a ticket for the fireworks and it wasn't worth it anyway, it meant standing by the river in freezing temperatures from 7.30 until well after midnight. Instead, I had booked us a meal at a Vietnamese restaurant in Soho and then planned for us to wander down to Trafalgar Square and make sure we got a view of Big Ben for midnight.
Unlike in the movies where it always seems to be snowing in London around Christmas and New Year, it hardly ever snows in London, a couple of days a year at most, and this was no exception. It was cold and clear but no chance of snow. You had decided to go sexy casual. You were dressed all in black, a low cut lacy top, black cotton cardigan and black wet-look ankle length leggings on top of a pair of see-through platform heels. Your long blonde hair had been straightened to within an inch of its life and you had on the earrings I'd bought you for Christmas. You had a thick fur coat on top and a Russian fur hat, from which your hair emerged in the most delightful way.
We had driven to one of the car parks on the edge of the centre of London and then caught a cab into Soho. London was bustling and alive with lights and people and it was glorious to be in all that mass of humanity with you. To walk past people, my arms around you, to watch their admiring glances at the gorgeous older woman on my arm and know what they couldn't know, couldn't possibly guess, that she -- you -- were my mother as well as my lover and had given every inch of your body to me.
