I Want My Mother For Christmas 03

I Want My Mother for Christmas, #03

A very merry Christmas, mother and son have sex on Christmas eve.

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Michael imagined his mother, Elizabeth, as his willing and consensual, sexual Christmas gift. He imagined her naked but for a red satin sash diagonally tied across her body in the way of a beauty pageant contestant. He imagined her giving her to him sexually to use her in any physical and forbidden, intimate way that he wanted. He imagined her being as salaciously solicitous of him as he wanted to be with her.

Treading on thin ice, once again, he was ready to tell her what he wanted for Christmas was her. He was ready to tell his mother that, as his solitary Christmas gift, he wanted to hold her, kiss her, touch her, feel her, fondle her, undress her, and have sex with her. He loved his mother and he hoped that she'd grant him his Christmas wish.

He wanted to finger and lick her pussy. He wanted to make love to her. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to give her multiple, sexual orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock.

This was it. This was really it. This was finally the moment that she'd accept him or reject him as her illicit lover. Whether this was real, a dream, or a sexual fantasy finally coming true, going for broke, he was ready to solicit his mother for sex.

Something a son should never say to his mother, he was ready to tell her that he wanted to make love to her before fucking her. He was ready to tell her that he wanted to give her multiple, sexual orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock. He was ready to tell her that he wanted her to give him multiple orgasms with her hand, her mouth, and her pussy. He was ready to tell her that he wanted her to stroke his cock and suck his cock before fucking his cock. If only she'd give him sex, he'd return the favor and give her sex too.

Even though he was sexually excited to hopefully have sex with his MILF of a mother for the first time on Christmas Eve, he was already feeling remorsefully guilty to dare put the sexual moves on her. She was his mother and not some whore. How dare he solicit her for sex? How dare he pressure her to grant him his Christmas wish by expecting her to sexually submit to him? Already having second thoughts about what he was about to confess, what's wrong with him for wanting his mother in that forbidden, incestuous way?

What's wrong with him to constantly dream about her while continually masturbating over the sexually inappropriate thoughts of imagining his mother naked? What's wrong with him constantly fantasizing about her while continually masturbating over the inappropriate thoughts of envisioning having sex with her? If his friends knew that he propositioned his mother as what he wanted for Christmas, he'd be embarrassed. If his friends knew that he asked her for sex, he'd feel like an incestuous pervert. Yet, if his friends had a mother who looked like his mother, they'd be propositioning her too.

Unlike the obese and unattractive mothers of his friends, she was more than the woman who birth him. His Goddess on Earth, the woman he dreamt about every night and masturbated over every day, she was his fantasy woman. She was his best friend, his most trusted confidant, and the woman who he told everything to except for telling her that he loved her as a man loved a woman instead of as a son loved his mother. No longer able to remain silent, he must tell her that he wanted to have sex with her.

Even now, with him overwhelmed with the sexual anticipation of seeing his mother naked and having sex with her, he had such an exciting feeling of forbidden incest. Unable to read her, he had no idea how she'd react to his Christmas wish. Unable to read her, he wondered if she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.

Lusting over her from afar, with her giving him plenty to stroke himself over, she was his favorite masturbation subject. After giving him so many deliberate or accidental up-skirt peeks of her white, bikini panties and down-blouse views of her cleavage and low-cut bras, when he wasn't with her, he masturbated over imagining being with her sexually. After giving him deliberate or accidental up-nightgown peeks of her red, bushy pussy, and down nightgown views of her natural, double D cup breasts, when he wasn't masturbating over imagining her naked, he stroked himself over having sex with her.

'I love you, Mom,' he thought while masturbating himself after seeing something sexually provocative and prohibited of his mother that no son should ever see.

Constantly dreaming about her and sexually fantasizing over her, he masturbated over the imagined image of his mother in her low-cut bra and bikini panties. He masturbated over visualizing her in her sexy, sheer, low-cut nightgowns. He stroked himself over the envisioned image of her standing before him topless. He masturbated while picturing her naked. He continually masturbated over the sexually, incestuous thoughts of having sex with her.

'Mom, I want you,' he thought while stroking himself. 'Mom, I want to kiss you, French kiss you. I want to touch and feel you through your clothes before slowly undressing you and stripping you naked. I want to finger your pussy before licking your pussy while reaching up to feel your big tits and finger your erect nipples. I want to make sweet, slow love to you before fucking you hard and fast. I want to see, hear, and watch you having a sexual orgasm,' he thought.

He needed to know if she wanted him in that inappropriate way as much as he wanted her. He had to tell his mother how he felt. He needed her to know what he wanted. With her a little drunk from having too much champagne, this was his chance to have his way with his mother.

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I Want My Mother for Christmas, #03

Michael and his mother Elizabeth have sex on Christmas eve.

His kind of woman, his mother's son after all, she was much like him in humor, in spirit, and in personality. His dream woman, Elizabeth, was tall, beautiful, and sexy. His perfect partner, she was smart, witty, fun, and funny.

His hoped for lover, she was as strong and stubborn as she was sensitive and vulnerable. His mother was his match made in heaven. As if they were made for one another, in the way that he was made for her, she was as sad, as lonely, as horny, and as sexually frustrated as he was, too.

'I love you, Mom,' he thought every time he looked at her.

Michael couldn't think of a better woman than his mother to make him his woman. He wanted no other woman sexually in the way that he wanted her. He loved her. He truly loved his mother. Now, he needed to have sex with her.

With marriage and children out of the question, he didn't have to marry her and give her a child to know that he could ease her sadness and erase her sorrow to make her feel better by giving her sex. He didn't have to marry her and give her a child to love her in the way that his father should have given her another child and continued to love her. If they were intimately together, the only baggage they'd have is whatever guilt, shame, embarrassment, remorse, and regrets they brought into their forbidden relationship.

While waiting for her to emerge from the bedroom to model his Christmas gift, he lit some candles and turned off the bright, overhead, living room light. Now the only lights in the living room were the glow from the Christmas tree, the candles, and the light from the fireplace. He'd willingly sacrificed his view of his mother for her modesty. With the bright overhead light off, he knew that he wouldn't be able to see her as well in the Christmas lights, the candlelight, and the fireplace light while she modeled her sheer, sexy, and nearly see-through nightgown.

With her an older woman, he didn't want to make her feel self-consciously uncomfortable. With her a mature woman, he didn't want to embarrass her once she, hopefully modeled her nightie for him. Perhaps, she didn't have as good of a body as he thought she had. Perhaps, her clothes not only flattered her figure but also hid the effects, the wrinkles, and the blemishes of age. Besides, he didn't care. With sexy lingerie and sheer and low-cut nightgowns, the perfect examples, it's always better to imagine more than to see everything.

He couldn't wait to see his mother wearing her sexy nightgown. He couldn't wait to touch and feel her through her nightie while kissing her. He couldn't wait to slowly and lovingly undress her. He couldn't wait to strip her naked while touching and feeling her naked body all over. Now, with them having sex more than a possibility, he imagined Elizabeth without her clothes in the way that he had never imagined her without her clothes before when masturbating over the naked thoughts of her.

'I can't wait to see her in her revealing nightgown,' he thought. 'I can't wait to hold her in my arms while kissing her, touching her, and feeling her sexy body through the Christmas gift that I bought her.'

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Finally, and hopefully, he was going to see his best friend, his mother, and his hoped for lover in her sexy nightgown. He couldn't wait to remove her nightie and see her naked. Hopefully, she was finally going to see her best friend, her son, and hopefully her lover naked too.

Counting the minutes, he couldn't wait to see Elizabeth wearing his Christmas gift. He couldn't wait to see all that he could see through her nearly transparent nightgown. He couldn't wait to see the shape and the size of his mother's enormous breasts, her symmetrical areolas, and her erect nipples, as well as her red, bushy pussy, and her shapely ass.

As if she was already standing before him modeling her nightgown, he imagined seeing more of her beautiful body than he had ever seen before. As if she was standing before him naked now, he imagined seeing her naked. He imagined touching her, feeling her, and fondling her in places where he had never touched, felt, and fondled her before. He imagined seeing her without her clothes while masturbating himself over touching her, feeling her, and fondling her in all the places where he had always wanted to touch, feel, and fondle his mother.

His sexual fantasy came true; this was it. His incestuous dream came true; this was really it. Having waited for this moment for six, long, sexually frustrating years, this was finally it. With her trying on his Christmas gift as a pretense to having sex, he was about to have sex with the love of his life. He was about to have sex with Elizabeth. He couldn't believe he was about to have sex with her. He couldn't believe she was about to have sex with him.

'Between the champagne, the sexy nightgown, and the mood of the candles, Christmas lights, and the glow from the fireplace, I hope she'd want to have sex with me. I can't wait to have sex with Elizabeth,' he thought.

After having lusted over her for so, very long, he had finally summoned the courage to kiss her. Not wasting time with small talk, he kissed her. He French kissed her. Something hard to wrap his head around, he French kissed his mother, and she returned his kiss with her kiss.

He couldn't believe that he finally parted his mother's lips with his tongue and French kissed her while feeling her firm ass through her short skirt. He couldn't believe that while continuing to kiss her, and with her allowing him to do so, he lifted the back of her short skirt and felt her shapely ass through her panties. Even more unbelievable than kissing her in that sexual way, he couldn't believe she returned his sexual passion with her kiss sexual passion.

As if it happened to someone else, as if he was dreaming, he replayed their deep, wet kiss over again in his mind. He thought of the feel of her soft lips. He thought of the sensation of her warm, wet tongue probing his mouth. Something that he'd never forget for the rest of his life; her lips and her kiss were magical. After wanting to have sex with his mother for so long, they were hopefully, finally, about to have sex. He couldn't believe it.

'What an unbelievable kiss? That was the best kiss of my life,' he thought.

Never had he sexually wanted his mother or any woman in the way that he wanted her now. Moreover, seemingly, she was just as sexually aroused kissing him and having him touch and feel her as he was. He couldn't wait to kiss her again. This time, instead of feeling her ass, he couldn't wait to feel her massive breasts and finger her erect nipples through her nightgown.

'This is unbelievable,' he thought. 'This is my dream come true. I love kissing my mother. I love touching and feeling her through her clothes.'

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While impatiently waiting for her to return after removing her clothes and slipping on her sexy nightgown, he opened another bottle of champagne. He couldn't wait to see all that he could see of her through her sheer, barely-there nightgown while sipping more champagne. He blamed it on the champagne. With her already having four glasses of champagne when two glasses was her limit, maybe she'd sexually do naughty things that she'd never do if she wasn't a little tipsy, if not a little drunk.

Not that he needed to get her drunk, but he couldn't wait to get his mother inebriated enough for her to lose her sexual inhibitions. He needed his mother to think of him not as her son but as her lover. He couldn't wait to see her totally relaxed while allowing him to continue to kiss her, touch her, feel her, and have forbidden sex with her.

When the cork popped from the second bottle, champagne gushed on the carpet. The bottle gushed champagne in the way that he imagined his cock would soon gush cum in her pussy before gushing cum in her mouth. Something he didn't know; he hoped his mother sucked cock. He hoped she'd allow him to cum in her mouth. He hoped she'd swallow his load of cum while smiling up at him.

After cumming in his mother's pussy and again in her mouth, he'd love nothing better than to give Elizabeth a cum bath. He'd love to cum all over her beautiful face. How erotically exciting would that be to see her dripping with his cum from her hair, her nose, her mouth, her eyes, her chin and, coating her breasts while dripping from her nipples. As if he owned her, and was a dog marking his territory, how sexually exciting would that be to cum all over his mother.

He sipped the champagne that he bought her, and that now chilled in an ice bucket by the end of the sofa. He sniffed the red roses that he bought her in the way he hoped to soon be sniffing her wet pussy while licking her and fingering his mother's cunt. Wanting his mouth to taste as sweet as her mouth, he had a piece of one of the chocolates that he bought her for Christmas. He couldn't wait to see his mother in the sexy nightgown that he bought her for Christmas too.

Filled with sexual anticipation, his incestuous, horny thoughts were consumed with his mother modeling her sexy nightgown for him. The sexual anticipation was thrilling. He couldn't wait to see his mother in her sheer and sexy nightgown. He couldn't wait to see more of his mother that he imagined seeing while playing with himself and cumming over the thoughts of her naked.

He couldn't wait to kiss her. He couldn't wait to make out with her. He couldn't wait to feel her ass, her breasts, and her pussy while kissing her through her sheer nightgown. He couldn't wait to take her by her wrist and move her hand to his erect, naked cock.

He wondered if she'd pull her hand away or leave it there. He wondered if she'd fondle his emerging erection through his pajamas in the way that he felt her ass through her panties. Something he knew she'd never do but would love for her to do, he wondered if his mother would remove his prick from his pajama pee hole.

He'd love nothing more than for her to reach her hand in his pajama bottoms and pull out his erect cock. Not knowing what she'd do, if she did pull out his prick, he wondered if she'd wrap her long, manicured fingers around his prick and stroke him. He'd love her to give him a slow, motherly hand job while continued making out with her and feeling her through her nightgown.

Showing him that she wanted to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her; while kissing her and feeling his mother's body through her sheer nightgown, he imagined her stroking his cock. He imagined her masturbating him in the way that he couldn't wait to finger her pussy, rub her clit, and finger fuck her. He imagined his mother leaning down to take him in her mouth and sucking him in the way that he'd love to lick her pussy while fingering her cunt.

Not ending with thoughts of only looking, kissing, touching, and feeling, after giving her an orgasm with his fingers, his mouth, his tongue, and his cock, he hoped she'd give him an orgasm with her hand, her tongue, and her mouth. After cumming in her pussy and in her mouth, he hoped she'd allow him to give her a cum bath. After he imagined gushing a first load of cum in her pussy, he imagined gushing a second load of cum in her mouth, and a third load of cum all over her beautiful face, in her lush, red hair, and across her big breasts.

'Wow, he thought. 'How hot would that be for my mother to suck my cock? How hot would that be to cum in my mother's mouth? How hot would it be to give my Mom a cum bath?'

Only, perish the thought, with her an older woman, hoping she does, maybe she doesn't suck cock. If she did suck cock, maybe she wouldn't allow him to cum in her mouth but only on her tits. Not all women suck cock and allow a man to cum in her mouth, especially women from her generation. Having no idea, while hoping that she did, he didn't know if she sucked cock or not. He hoped his mother sucked cock. As much as he'd love to finger and lick her pussy, he'd love her to stroke and suck his prick.

Maybe that's why his father left her because his mother refused to suck his prick. On the other hand, his ex-girlfriend, Jessica, was quite the experienced cocksucker. Maybe the reason why his father left his mother for Jessica was to receive regular blowjobs. As simple as that, would his father reject his MILF of a mother for a woman who'd suck his cock?

To be honest, he didn't care if his mother sucked cock or not. He'd be happy eating his mother's pussy without her having to reciprocate by giving him a blowjob. He'd be happy to make out with her while feeling her through her clothes. He'd be happy slowing undressing her while making out with her and feeling her through her clothes, before stripping her naked, and touching and feeling her naked body everywhere. He'd be happy to make love to her and fuck her. He'd be happy to be sexually intimate with his mother and be allowed to sleep in her bed while holding her, kissing her, cuddling her, and spooning her.

'Who am I kidding? Wanting her to be my cocksucking whore, I hope my mother sucks cock. I hope my MILF of a mother is a cocksucker. I'd love nothing more than to watch her staring up at me with her big, blue eyes, and with my hard-hairy cock in her beautiful mouth while blowing me,' he thought.

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Making himself more comfortable on the couch while waiting for her to return from the bedroom, he propped up more pillows behind his back. Not wanting to miss her grand entrance, as if she was his sexy, Victoria Secrets model but without wings, he wanted to watch her enter the living room from her bedroom wearing her nearly transparent nightgown. He couldn't wait to see his mother in the sexy nightie that he bought her. He couldn't wait to see what he could see of her gigantic tits, her red pussy, and her shapely ass through her sheer nightgown.

'A risk that I needed to take by buying my mother something so sexually inappropriate, pleased that she didn't threaten to return it, I'm glad that I bought her that nightgown. I'm already sexually excited with the anticipation of seeing her virtually naked,' he thought. 'I can't wait to see my mother's nearly naked body. I can wait to kiss her while touching and feeling her through her thin nightgown.'