I Want My Mother For Christmas 01

I Want My Mother for Christmas, #01

All that Michael wants for Christmas is his mother, Elizabeth.

"All I want for Christmas is my two, front teeth..."

All Michael wants for Christmas is mom's two, big breasts...and her red, full lips, her shapely ass, her red, bushy pussy, and her naked body.

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Counting the days, twenty-four-year-old Michael couldn't wait for Christmas. As if it was a dream or a sexual fantasy that may become his worst nightmare, he decided to make his move on his forty-eight-year-old mother, Elizabeth, on Christmas Eve night. Making his intentions clear, with not so subtle hints, he bought his mother sexually inappropriate Christmas gifts.

With her having a two glass limit before becoming tipsy, and a three glass limit before becoming drunk, he hoped to get her tipsy if not drunk with champagne. He bought two bottles of the bubbly and aligned them in an oversized ice bucket that fit the two bottles of champagne to chill. Having never seen his mother drunk, he was curious to know what kind of drunk she'd be.

Would she be funny? Would she be belligerent? Would she be sexy? Would she no longer care how she sat? Would she continually flash her panties in upskirt peeks when cross, uncrossing, and/or sitting with her knees parted? Would she flash him down blouse views of her cleavage and her bra when leaning forward? Wondering what she'd do or say after having had too much champagne, he hoped she'd be as sexy as he was horny.

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His mother, Elizabeth, is tall, 5' 9" tall. Nearly as tall as him when she's wearing her high heels, with him 6' 2" tall, she's his perfect height. She's beautiful. She has long, lush, red hair, big, beautiful, blue eyes, and freckles. With her having not too many freckles and not too little, but just the right amount, Michael loved his mother's freckles.

Something that always gets his focused attention as soon as she walks in a room, Liz has enormous, Irish milkmaid, double D cup breasts, and a shapely ass. Michael has a thing for redhead, older women with big tits and freckles. He has a thing for his mother, Elizabeth. Adoring her, he loves his mother.

After lusting over her for six, long, frustrating years, since he became a man at eighteen-years-old, with his mother no longer having a man in her life, he needed to know if she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Foolish of him to think that his mother would have sex with him, he hoped she would. Perhaps, if he got her drunk enough, she'd let down her inhibitions and give him what he wanted.

This was it. This was finally it. A longtime coming, today was the day that he was going to make his feelings known to his mother. Christmas eve was when he was going to make an inappropriate pass at her.

He needed to know if she had inadvertently or deliberately teased him by continually flashing him upskirt peeks of her sheer, white panties. How many times can he see her pussy mound, her camel toe, her pussy slit, and her big patch of her red, bushy pubic hair before wanting to kiss her while touching and feeling her through her clothes?

He needed to know if her continued up nightgown peeks of her red, bushy pussy was accidental or deliberate. He wondered if she had unintentionally flashed him down blouse views of her long line of sexy cleavage and her low-cut bras. Then, when leaning over him to serve him food or pour him coffee, he needed to know if she had accidentally flashed him down nightgown views of her naked breasts, her areolas, and her erect nipples or had deliberately flashed him.

Because of his MILF of a mother, he had become a masturbation machine. Every morning, he masturbated over imagining his mother naked. Every night, he stroked himself over imagining having sex with her. Every day, he masturbated three and four times over the forbidden thoughts of his mother having an incestuous relationship with his mother.

He had seen enough upskirt peeks of her panties, up nightgown peeks of her naked pussy, down blouse views of her cleavage and bra, and down nightgown views of her naked tits to want to see his mother naked. He had seen enough peeks, flashes, and views of her to want to have sex with her beautiful, naked body. Daring himself to do so, after she flashed him so very many times, returning the favor of her exhibitionism with his exhibitionism, he wanted to dick flash his mother but he didn't dare.

Nonetheless, if he did dick flash her, curious for her reaction to see his erect, naked cock, he wondered if she'd look at his naked, erect cock. He wondered if she'd stare at his big dick. He wondered if she'd look away in embarrassment and in shame. Then, hope beyond hope, he wondered if she'd reach out and take him in her hand to stroke him before taking him in her mouth to suck him. As much as he'd love her to masturbate him, he'd love her to blow him.

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Forget about opening thoughtful presents wrapped in holiday, pretty paper with bows and colorful ribbons, the only gift that Michael wanted was his mother, Elizabeth. While making out with her, as if unwrapping an expensive Christmas present, slowly removing her clothes, he wanted to undress his mother. He wanted to strip her naked while touching and feeling her shapely body everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his naked mother.

Again, something he had been dreaming of receiving, and her giving, the only gift that he wanted was his mother. The only gift that he wanted to see in front of the Christmas tree or under the tree was his mother posing for him while naked. Nothing else mattered, after checking off his holiday list that he had been good for his mother instead of being naughty, now he wanted to be naughty with his mother. All that he wanted for Christmas was her.

Going beyond what was appropriate, twenty-four-year-old Michael was in love with his forty-eight-year-old best friend, the woman of his sexual dreams and erotic fantasies, his mother, Elizabeth. He couldn't wait to celebrate Christmas with her, his soulmate, the love of his life, and his hoped-for sexual lover, his mother. All he wanted for Christmas was to see his mother without her clothes and to have sex with her naked body. All he wanted for Christmas was to make out with his mother while making love to her before fucking her.

"Merry Christmas, Mom," he said as soon as he walked into the living room.

Instead of her changing into her nightgown, she still dressed in her blouse and short skirt. With him ready for bed, hopefully with his mother, he had already changed into his pajama bottoms without underwear. On his way to getting an erection, his big dick already showed its bulging presence.

Wanting to show her what he really wanted for Christmas, he wished he had the audacity to give his mother a deep, wet kiss instead of giving her a kiss on her cheek. He'd loved to make out with her while feeling her big breasts and fingering her erect nipples through her blouse and her bra. Then, while kissing her, giving her no doubt what he wanted, he'd love to reach up her short skirt and cup her pussy through her panties.

With her sitting on her favorite chair, he'd love to step closer to her, pull his big dick out from his pajama bottoms, put a gentle hand behind her red, pretty head, and stick his cock in his mother's mouth. He'd love for her to blow him. He'd love her to stroke him while sucking him. He'd love to cum in her beautiful mouth. Only, he'd never defile her in that disgusting way by forcing her to give him oral sex. Even though he'd love for her to blow him, he'd never force her to suck his cock.

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Taking a big chance that he'd ruined everything between them, he told her he loved her many times before, of course, but not like this, never like this, not romantically, and surely not sexually. Having no idea how she'd feel about his illicit confession, she may be shocked to learn that he loved her not as a son loved his mother but as a man loved a woman.

Having no idea how she'd feel by his honest and open and honest confession, she may be shocked to learn that he wanted her in such a forbidden way. Yet, just as she may be shocked to know that he sexually wanted her, he may be disappointed to know that she may not sexually want him.

'I love you, Mom,' he wished he could say while giving her a deep, wet kiss. 'I want you, Mom,' he wished he could confess while making out with her, touching, and feeling her everywhere through her clothes and where a son should never touch and feel his mother. 'I want to have sex with you, Mom,' he wished he had the courage to confess while undressing her. 'What I want for Christmas is you.'

Yet, tired of carrying an unrequited torch of romance in his heart, he needed to know one way or the other if she felt the same way about him as he felt about her. Nervous and questioning his own feelings, and second guessing his emotions, desires, and intentions, he felt the way that a man must feel when down on one knee, holding up the ring, and asking a woman to marry him. Only, this woman wasn't any woman. This woman was his mother.

Moreover, he wasn't asking her to marry him, he was asking her for sex, incestuous sex. Not knowing how she'd respond to his inappropriate Christmas wish, he felt the way that a man must feel when waiting for the woman he just proposed to say yes or no. If there was a Santa Claus, he could only imagine what Santa would say. If there was a Santa Claus, he'd be placed on Santa's naughty list for the rest of his perverted life for wanting to have incestuous sex with his mother.

"I beg your pardon? Perhaps I misheard you, Michael," he imagined Santa saying with Michael sitting on his lap. "Did you just confess to Santa that what you want for Christmas is to have sex with your mother?" Instead of saying, "Ho! Ho! Ho," Santa would surely say, "No! No! No!"

Yet, just as ridiculous for someone to understand that Michael wanted to have sex with his mother as his Christmas gift, it would be even more bizarre for his mother to grant him his incestuous wish. It was one thing for a son to incestuously lust over his mother sexually but it was something else entirely for a mother to lust over her son. More common for a son wanting to see his mother naked and have sex with her naked body, it was the rare mother who allowed her son to see her naked and have sex with her naked body.

He had no idea how she'd react to his strange Christmas request. Chances are, she wouldn't understand his sexual attraction to her. Chances are, she'd be embarrassed, mortified, and angry. Chances are she'd wonder what she did wrong in bringing up her son. Chances are she'd want to take him to a psychiatrist to have his head examined. Yet, saving a glimmer of hope and wishing against all odds, he hoped that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.

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'She loves me. She loves me not,' he thought as if he was pulling pedals from an imaginary flower. 'She wants to see me naked as much as I want to see her naked. She wants to suck me as much as I want to lick her. She wants to make love to me as much as I want to make love to her. She wants to fuck me as much as I want to fuck her,' he thought.

After already having told her what he wanted for Christmas, he hoped she'd grant him his Christmas wish. Just as he hoped she'd accept him as her lover, he hoped she wouldn't reject him as her paramour because he was her son. Taking the chance to tell her how he felt on this special night, Christmas Eve, she looked at him as if she already knew his inappropriate, sexual intentions and what he meant by wanting her for Christmas.

Only, just guessing how she felt, unless he could read her mind, which he couldn't, he had no idea what she was thinking. All that he could do was to wonder if she was sexually thinking of him in the way that he always sexually thought of her. If it wasn't enough that she may reject him and not grant him his Christmas wish, she may ask him to leave her house. If it wasn't enough that he lost his ex-girlfriend to his father over sex, he didn't want to lose his mother over sex too. Nonetheless, he had to try.

'I want you, Mom,' he thought whenever he was with her. 'I have to have you. Please, Mom. I beg you to have sex with me.'

Hoping his positive, romantic, and incestuous thoughts would penetrate his mother's being, her brain, her soul, and sway her to feel the same way sexual way about him, he silently chanted to himself whenever he was with her.

'I love you. I want you. I need you. I love you. I want you. I need you,' he thought over and again. 'I love you. I want you. I need you.'

Yet, with him feeling romantically differently about her than other women his age, nonetheless his strong romantic feeling that he held for her, he didn't want to marry her or even date her. Too weird for him to think of having that kind of a matrimonial or steady dating relationship with his mother, of course he didn't want to marry and/or date his own mother. Yet, if the thought of dating and/or marrying his mother wasn't weird enough, he just wanted to see his mother naked. He just wanted to have incestuous sex with her.

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While kissing her, French kissing her, he wanted to touch and feel her through her clothes. While kissing her, French kissing her, he wanted to strip her naked and touch and feel every part of her naked body. Unprepared for her to reject him, not ready to take no for an answer, he wanted to see her without her clothes as much as he wanted her to see him without his clothes. He wanted to have sex with his mother.

A sexy, forbidden sight he longed to see, he wanted to see, touch, and feel his naked mother everywhere a son should never see, touch, and feel his naked mother. He wanted his naked mother to see, touch, and feel him everywhere a mother should never see, touch, and feel her naked son. He wanted to make love to her before fucking her. Wanting to give her multiple orgasms with his fingers, his mouth, and his cock, he wanted to watch and hear her cum.

'Oh, Michael,' he imagined his mother's eyes bulging with sexual passion. He imagined her mouth falling open, her arching her back, and stiffening her long, legs while he continued fucking his mother. 'I'm cumming. Michael. I'm cumming. Mommy is cumming,' he imagined her saying.

He imagined his mother tightly wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around her back.

'Don't stop, Michael. Please don't stop. Fuck me faster. Fuck me harder. Fuck me, Michael. Fuck me,' she said. "I'm cumming. Mommy is cumming."

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Yet, treading on thin ice, the last thing he wanted was to insult her, offend her, pressure her, and/or make her feel uncomfortable in her own house. The last thing he wanted was to ruin the good mother and son close relationship that they enjoyed. The last thing he wanted was for her to think him a pervert for wanting to see her naked and for wanting to have sex with her. A real conundrum, yet a chance he was willing to take, he didn't know how else to let her know how he felt about her without telling her and risking them splitting apart.

Chances are, in the way that he looked at her and with him always with her, instead of dating other women, she may already know how he perversely felt about her. Chances are, in the way that she looked at him and with her always with him, instead of dating other men, he suspected and he hoped that she felt the same loving way about him. Yet, chances are she doesn't feel the same way about him that he feels about her. Chances are, she'd reject him, not grant him his Christmas wish, and not have sex with him.

Yet, with incestuous sex between them forbidden, what are the odds that she'd feel the same way about him that he felt about her? With naked, physical contact between them deemed inappropriate, what are the odds that they'd come together sexually? No matter how much he wanted to have sex with his mother, it took her to agree to want to have that type of relationship with him, too. Alas, in the way that he sexually wanted her, a viable possibility, she may not sexually want him.

Perhaps going a bit too far, unless he told her, she may not know that he'd willingly finger and lick her pussy to orgasmic pleasure. She may not know that he wanted to give her multiple, sexual orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock. Unless he told her, she may not know that he'd love for her to stroke his stiff prick, suck his erect cock, allow him to ejaculate his cum in her mouth, and watch her swallow his cum. She may not know that he wanted her to give him multiple orgasms with her hand, her mouth, and her pussy.

If there was one woman that he was dying to have sex with, it was Elizabeth, his best friend, who unfortunately was his mother. With his father deserting his mother after marrying Michael's ex-girlfriend, he was home alone with his mother. With his mother without a boyfriend and him without a girlfriend, and them not even dating anyone anymore, this may be his best chance to sexually seduce his mother. Hopefully, she was just as horny and sexually frustrated as he was.

He lost count how many times he masturbated while imagining sexual scenarios of them intimately coming together. He lost count how many times he masturbated while imagining his mother in her sexy nightgowns, in her low-cut bra, bikini panties, and/or topless. He lost count how many times he masturbated over imagining his mother naked and him having sex with her. He lost count how many times he sexually fantasized and dreamt about having sex with Elizabeth, his MILF of a mother.

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While masturbating himself, he imagined one sexy, incestuous, sexual scenario after another. Caught in a blizzard, a life or death tragic event, he imagined them trapped alone in a ski lodge after experiencing an avalanche. Barely making it to safety, the doors and windows of the building were buried in twelve feet of heavy wet snow and ice. Having skied for their lives, they managed to barely beat the avalanche before it buried them. Had they not made it to shelter, they would have been buried alive.

With their clothes soaking wet, he imagined that they had to remove their clothes and hang them over the fire to dry. He imagined they had to sleep naked together beneath wool blankets that were left behind. With no reception on the cell phones, they were trapped and doomed to die.

Alone and naked with his naked mother, his imagined, sexy scenario didn't get any better than this one. Somehow, he forgot about the blizzard outside and the threat that they may not make it home alive. With him naked with his naked mother, he didn't care and, seemingly, she didn't care either.

After imagining the power being knocked out by the storm, he imagined having to cuddle one another to keep warm. He imagined spooning his naked mother and her spooning him. While holding her and hugging her, he imagined touching and feeling her in all the forbidden places that he had sexually fantasized of touching and feeling her. While holding her, hugging him, and pressing her naked body up against his naked body, he imagined his mother touching and feeling him in all the places that he had sexually fantasized of her touching and feeling him.

While thinking that they were going to die from the cold and/or from hunger, abandoning their preconceived and forbidden notions of having incestuous sex with one another, he imagined his mother consensually responding to his sexual touches. If he was going to die, at least he'd die sexually satisfied. When he felt and fondled her breasts while fingering her nipples, he imagined her willingly holding and voluntarily fondling his erect cock. When he fingered his mother's pussy while rubbing her clit while hoping to get her to cum, he imagined her stroking his erect prick while hoping to get him to cum.