I Want My Mother For Christmas 02

I Want My Mother for Christmas, #02

Michael gave his mother, Elizabeth, inappropriate, sexual gifts for Christmas.

I Want My Mother for Christmas, Reviewed, Revised, Rewritten, and continued from #01:

'This is it. This is really it. This is finally it. After I already told her what I wanted for my Christmas gift was her, tonight, I'm finally going to make a sexual pass at her. I'm going to confess my inappropriate love, sexual lust, and forbidden desire for my mother. I'm as nervous as I am excited,' he thought.

'Something that no son should ever do with his mother, something as nasty as it is forbidden, I'm going to solicit my mother for sex, incestuous sex,' he thought. 'In the way that I want to finger her pussy, lick her cunt, make love to her, and fuck her fast and hard enough to make her cum, if she affirmatively responds to me, I'm going to ask her to stroke me, suck me, make love to me, and fuck me, too.'

Michael imagined asking his mother to have sex with him. He wondered what she'd say? What could she say? She could only say yes or she could say no. There was no maybe with a mother and her son having sex, either they did have sex or they didn't have sex. With him having fifty-fifty percent odds, and having more to win, a gamble that he was willing to take, what did he have to lose?

On the bad side, he imagined her turning him down, calling him a pervert, and taking him to have his head examined. On the good side, he imagined her wanting to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her. He imagined his mother, Elizabeth, as his forbidden lover.

'Now or never, forever kicking myself if I don't, not having any regrets, I need to make my sexual move with my mother. I need to finally make my sexual intentions and my sexual feelings known to her. I need to make her my woman. I no longer want to be just her best friend and/or just her son. I want to be her lover,' he thought.

He looked at her with nervousness and filled with self-doubt. Not wasting precious time with conversation as he always did before when sitting with her, then regretting not making a sexual move on her later, something special was in the air. Feeling so right, tonight was the night. Maybe because it was Christmas Eve and with them surrounded by Christmas decorations, the warmth and glow from the fire, and with the snow silently falling outside, he couldn't have picked a more romantic moment if he had tried.

As if it was kismet, fate, and/or their destiny, it was as if they both knew what was about to happen. Hopefully, with mother and son in tune with one another, as if the angels were smiling down on them, he hoped that they were both on the same page. All he wanted for Christmas was to see his mother without her clothes and to have sex with her. Then, when their eyes met, smiling at one another, as if she wanted him as much as he wanted her, the mood was magical.

While sitting on the couch together across from the fireplace, in the way that she looked up at him, he surmised that she wanted him to kiss her. Hoping that he wasn't misreading her, his mother wanted him to kiss her. She wanted to be kissed. Clearly, and without a doubt, his mother wanted him to kiss her in the way that he wanted to kiss her.

In the way she looked at him, a look that he hoped he wasn't mistaking, he surmised that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. The night before Christmas, it was befitting that this should happen on Christmas Eve. In the way that she looked up at him and leaned into him as if to cuddle, while resting her head on his chest, he hoped that she was ready for this romantic moment as much as he was. Surely, she could hear his heart beating faster by the closeness of her sexy and shapely body.

Then, when she slouched down closer to him while staring up at him, he hoped that she wasn't just tired. When she leaned closer up against him, the warmth of his mother's body felt good against him. She closed her eyes, hopefully in anticipation of his kiss.

He hoped that she was asking him to kiss her. He hoped that she was asking him for more than just a peck but for a long, wet kiss. He'd love nothing more than to part his mother's lips with his tongue and French kiss her. Something that a son should never do, Michael would love to make out with his mother.

'I'd love nothing more than to French kiss her while feeling her through her clothes,' he thought.

He stared down at his beautiful mother resting beside him, with her head on his chest, and with her eyes closed.

'Not rushing things and ruining things, after waiting so very long to kiss her, I need to find the right moment. Not rushing things and ruining things after waiting so very long to make my move, I need to take my time. I need to be patient. I need to wait for her to want to be kissed and touched. I need to make sure that she wants me as much as I want her,' he thought.

Then, when he didn't kiss her, she looked up at him with her big, expressive, blue eyes as if she was expecting him to kiss her and waiting for him to make his sexual move by kissing her. Without doubt, unless he was misreading her look by his ever-present horniness and incestuous lust for his mother, she looked up at him as if she wanted to be kissed. She looked up at him as if she was expecting him to take her in his arms and make her his woman. She looked at him in the same sexually, incestuous way that he looked at her.

Feeling like a failure, with him the aggressive man and her the submissive woman, it was up to him to make the first romantic move. It was up to him to kiss her. It was up to him to take her. It was up to him to make his feelings known by kissing her while feeling her through her clothes. Just as it was up to her to accept him or reject him as her lover, it was up to him to make his move to make her his woman and his lover instead of his best friend and his loving mother.

With no turning back now, if he didn't kiss her, he'd forever regret not kissing his mother. This was the moment that he'd regret if he didn't part her lips with his tongue. He'd forever regret if he didn't feel her big breasts through her blouse and her bra while kissing her. If he didn't stick his hand up his mother's short skirt, move his hand between her shapely thighs, and cup her pussy through her panties, he'd be sorry.

'Do it! Just do it,' he thought. 'Kiss her. Kiss your mother. She wants you to kiss her. With everything to gain, what do you have to lose?'

With her arm wrapped around him, she pressed herself against him.

'Judging her by how she looked up at you, she's begging you to kiss her,' he thought. 'Kiss her, you fool. Kiss her. Kiss your mother. Part her lips with your tongue and French kiss her,' he thought while staring down at her in the way that she stared up at him.

This was it, no turning back now, this was the moment of no return. The moment before opening Pandora's Box of sex between mother and son. Once they crossed this incestuous line, they could never return to how things were before. Once they crossed this illicit line, they'd either be lovers or at odds with one another.

'Touch her while kissing her. Feel her while kissing her. Judging her by how she's looking up at you, she's begging to be kissed, touched, and felt. Kiss her, touch her, and feel her, you fool. Kiss, touch, and feel your mother,' he thought while trying to summon the courage to kiss and feel up his mother. 'Do it. Just do it.'

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I Want My Mother for Christmas, #02

Yet, making his incestuous move was a risk that he may soon have to undertake to test their physical and, hopefully, sexual attraction. He needed to know if she'd return his deep, wet kiss with her deep, wet kiss. Having no idea, filled with hope, he wondered if she would reciprocate his inappropriate passion with her forbidden passion.

While kissing her, French kissing her, and making out with her, he wondered if she'd allow him to touch, feel, and fondle her through her clothes. Having never kissed her on her lips before, he wouldn't know until he tried kissing her, parting her lips with his tongue, and French kissing her. While making out with her, he wouldn't know how she'd react to him touching and feeling her where he should never touch and feel his mother until he touched and felt her. He didn't have a clue if she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

'Today is the day. Today is the day that I find out if my mother wants to have sex with me as much as I'd love to have sex with her,' he thought to himself. 'Now or never, I'm ready to make my move to sexually seduce my mother.'

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Something that his father, her boyfriend, or her lover would give his mother but not her son, never her son, he wanted to give his mother multiple orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock for Christmas. He'd love to see and hear his mother cum. Only, she didn't have a husband, a boyfriend, or a lover. Except for him, she didn't have a man in her life. He not only wanted to be her son but also, he wanted to be her man, her sexy boyfriend, and her lover. Michael wanted to have sex with his mother.

Again, something that his divorced father, her boyfriend, or her lover would give his mother as a gift for Christmas, he watched her open her present from him, a pink, rabbit vibrator. Daring himself to do so to show her his sexual intentions, he bought his mother a masturbation toy for Christmas. Hoping she'd like it, testing the waters of her sexuality, he hoped she'd appreciate his gesture to seduce her. He hoped his mother would masturbate herself with his gift while thinking of her son naked and having sex with him.

"Oh, my God, Michael," she said with a laugh and a blush. "What is this?

She laughed again while holding up his gift to her and smiling over at him.

"Is this what I think it is," she asked with a laugh? "Oh, my God," she said with a sexy laugh. "You bought your mother a vibrator," she said laughing again. "How very thoughtful, I think," she said laughing again? "Thank you for the sex toy."

Once again, something that his divorced father, her boyfriend, or her lover would give his mother for Christmas but not her son, he watched her open her next gift, a big, black, flexible, silicone dildo. The dildo was huge, and the size that any man, black or white, would love to have as their long and thick member.

"Michael! Oh my God. You bought me another sex toy," she said with a laugh while holding it in her hand. "This is so big," she said with another laugh. "Thank you, I think," she said.

In the way that he wished she'd wrap her long, manicured fingers around his hard cock and slowly stroke him, she wrapped her fingers about her big dildo while stroking it up and down and laughing. Then teasing him, she moved it up to her mouth and pretended that she was sucking a big, black cock. While wondering if his mother sucked cock, his prick hardened watching her give a feigned blowjob. He'd love her to suck his cock. He'd love to cum in her beautiful mouth.

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Finally, her last gift, he bought her something else that was sexually inappropriate for a son to buy his mother. Yet again, something his divorced father, her boyfriend, or her lover would give his mother for Christmas, he watched her open her last gift, a short, sheer, sexy, low-cut, very expensive, blue nightgown, her favorite color. As if staring at her prom dress or her wedding dress, she stared at her nightgown. He watched her slowly slide her hand beneath the nearly see-through material before looking up at him with a blush of embarrassment.

Then, she held it up to herself and looked down at herself. As if she was holding the Emperor's, non-existent, new clothes, able to see right through it, she smiled. Michael could clearly see the buttons of his mother's blouse through her transparent and sexy nightgown.

"It's so beautiful, Michael," she said. "I love it. Only, and sadly, I don't have anyone to wear it for," she said looking at him with gloom and bravely smiling.

'You could wear it for me,' I thought but didn't say.

She looked at her son with embarrassment. Obviously, if she modeled her nightgown for him, she'd show him every part of her beautiful, naked body. If she dared wear his present in front of him without having the modesty of wearing a robe over it, he'd see her as if she was naked. She blushed by how sheer and virtually see-through; it was.

Then, surprising him and catching him off guard, a look of sexual arousal flashed across her face as she looked at her son and smiled at him. Betraying her look of embarrassment, he wondered if she was thinking of wearing his Christmas gift for him. He'd masturbate himself for the rest of his life if he saw his mother wearing this nightgown without having the modesty of wearing a robe over it.

"Michael," she said, holding her nightgown up to her chest. "This is so beautiful, but it's so sheer," she said with an embarrassed, little laugh. "I love it. I do," she said.

Pleased that she loved his Christmas gift; he imagined her wearing it. He smiled at his mother and stared at her while undressing her with his eyes as if she was already wearing his gift. He loved to see his mother wearing his nightgown. He hoped she'd model it for him.

"Try it on, mother," he said goading her while hoping that she'd wear her nightgown for him. "I'd love to see how it looks on you," he said with a smile while daring her to wear his sexually inappropriate gift in front of him.

She slid a slow hand beneath the thin material of the nightgown again before looking up at him. Another look of sexual arousal flashed across her face. As if daring herself to wear this nightgown for her son, she gave him a sexy laugh and a naughty smile.

"I bet you would. I'd love to model this nightgown for you but I'm afraid that I'd show you all that you should never see of your mother," she said with another sexy, little laugh. "I'm sorry but it's not for you to see."

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He stood from his chair to retrieve one of the two bottles of champagne from the ice bucket. He opened it with a pop without spilling any. Then, he walked over to his mother with a flute and poured her a glass of champagne. He waited for the bubbles to recede, before filling her glass with more bubbly.

"Perhaps, after a couple glasses of champagne you'll find the courage to model your nightgown for me," he said, teasing her and tempting her. "I'd love to see how it looks on you, mother."

She laughed and blushed.

"I bet you would," she said again. "If I have too much champagne, I may come out of my bedroom naked," she said with another laugh.

Then, as if she was thinking about do it, she surprised him by what she said next.

"I bet you'd love to see your mother without her clothes. In the way that you're always staring at me while undressing me with your eyes, I bet you'd love to see me naked," she said with a sexy laugh while giving him another naughty smile.

While imagining her without her clothes, Michael smiled over the thought of seeing his mother naked. With her starting this sexually, inappropriate conversation between mother and son, he dared himself to say what he was thinking.

"Your Christmas gift to me, I'd love to see you without your clothes, mother," he said while surprised that he had the courage to say that. "I'd love to see you naked. At the very least, I'd settle for you modeling my sheer and sexy, low-cut, Christmas gift."

She laughed.

"Michael. Oh, my God. I'm your mother," she said with a little laugh while softly scolding him. "You must never see me naked. I'd be so embarrassed."

She stared down at the nightgown again.

"I'm sorry but, as much as I can't wait to try it on and to see how it looks on me, I can't model this beautiful nightgown for you. It's too sheer," she said.

She slowly shook her head side to side as if she was considering wearing her nightgown for her son.

Michael laughed.

"I'd be sexually excited to see you wearing my gift, mother," he said.

She held up her champagne glass to toast him.

"I bet you would," said with a sexy laugh and a naughty smile.

She teased him with what she said next.

"Maybe later," she said. "Here's to you seeing me modeling your nightgown and me being too drunk to care," she said with a laugh.

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'I'd love my mother to strip off her clothes and try this nightgown on in front of me, he thought. 'Only, what was he thinking, unless she was drunk, she'd never undress in front of him? She'd never allow him to see her without her clothes. She'd never wear this nightgown in front of him. Morally modest, his mother wasn't an exhibitionist whore.'

Then, again, what was she thinking? In the way that she looked at her nightgown and smiled up at him, was she thinking of undressing in front of me, he wondered? Was she thinking about wearing this sexy, sheer nightgown in front of me without having the moral modesty to wear a robe over it? My sexual fantasy coming true, and something that I'd masturbate over for the rest of my life, I'd love for her to wear my Christmas gift.

'The reason why I bought it while hoping that she would, I'd love to see my Mom wear this sexy, sheer nightgown in front of me,' he thought again. 'I'd love to see her nearly naked ass, her nearly naked breasts, and her nearly naked pussy through this virtually see-through, sexy nightgown.'

Then, as if she was already wearing it and modeling the nightie for him, she held it up to her over her clothes and stood in front of him. Seemingly unable to help herself, she gave her son a sexy smile and a naughty look. Assuredly unable to help himself, Michael stared at his MILF of a mother while imagining her wearing her nearly transparent nightgown in front of him, and without the modesty of wearing a robe over it.

Undressing her with his eyes, he stared at her as if she was already naked. Undressing her with his eyes again, he stared at her as if she was already wearing his Christmas gift. He imagined her wanting to model her nightgown for him as much as he'd love to see her wearing his Christmas gift. He imagined her wanting to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her.

As if she was already modeling her sexy nightgown for him, he imagined seeing the size, the shape, and the outline of her huge, naked breasts. He imagined seeing her dark pink, round, and symmetrical areolas. He imagined seeing her lighter pink, erect nipples. Then, imagining seeing his mother's cunt, he imagined seeing his mother's red, bushy pussy through the nearly transparent material of her nightgown.

While holding the nightgown behind her, she turned and teased him by leaning at the waist to show him how his sexy nightgown looked from behind. He imagined seeing the shape of her round, firm ass, and her ass crack. Mesmerized by the thought of her wearing it and hypnotized by the vision of her wearing it, he imagined how his mother would look in her sexy, sheer nightgown. He'd hoped that she'd drink enough champagne to model the nightgown for him.

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"It's beautiful, Michael, and it's blue, my favorite color," she said. "Thank you," she said leaning into him to give him a peck on the lips.

His mother kissed him. She kissed him on his lips. Surprised that she kissed him on his lips, she had never kissed him on his lips before.

"It's so sheer,' she said. "It's so sexy," she said.

She stared down at the image of her hand beneath the revealing material again before staring up at him with a sexy smile and a naughty look.

"I could never wear this in front of you without a robe, Michael. You'd see everything," she said. "I'd be so embarrassed," she said with another look of sexual arousal instead of showing another blush of embarrassment.

While sipping her champagne, already on her second glass, she gave him another sexy laugh and a naughty look.