Mom All I Want for Xmas Is You

All characters portrayed are over the age of eighteen.

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James offers to make his mother an online dating profile and to take some sexy photos for her to post.

James remembered how his father and mother continually fought and argued. The same redundantly looping argument every day, stopping at one place one day to continue the argument in the same place the next day, he hated when they argued. It was obvious to him that his father no longer loved his mother in the way that she loved him and in the way that James loved her. It was obvious to him that his father had a woman on the side that he was seeing and screwing. Only, at the time, he didn't know that his father was fucking 18-year-old girlfriend, Jessica.

Not believing he'd be fucking someone his own age, he figured his father would be having sex with a much younger woman and he was right. His father couldn't find a woman more beautiful and who had a better body unless she was much younger. He was shocked when the younger woman was Jessica. Just as his mother was surprised that he had been having sex with a woman half his age, James was surprised that his father had been having sex with his girlfriend.

"In the way that he constantly and continually mistreated you, lied to you, and cheated on you, I don't understand why you still miss the man. He was a drunk and a pig for taking up with my ex-girlfriend, a woman young enough to be his daughter," he said which was what he hoped to do with his mother. Convoluted in logic, he hoped that his mother would not only take up with a man young enough to be her son but also with a man who was her son. "That's disgusting. He's disgusting," said James. "You've wasted enough time and tears over him."

As if finally understanding that her ex-husband leaving her wasn't her fault and that she needed to get over him and move on with her life, she looked at James to acknowledge what he said about his father with renewed insight. As if finally realizing that her ex-husband leaving her was the best thing that could have ever happened, she was better off without him. Yet, nonetheless her insightfulness, she looked at her son with sadness. She looked as if she was about to cry.

"You're right. I know you're right. For him to treat me like that, after all these years, was wrong, but it still hurts," she said while holding back her tears. "I'm glad he's gone."

He looked at her wondering why she was here with him instead of attending some Christmas party or singles only, romantic dance at a nightclub while hoping to meet someone. Tempted to ask his mother out on the town, he imagined dancing with her and having a good, sexual time with her afterwards. He imagined going parking with his mother after the dance. He imagined making out with his mother while feeling her through her clothes. He imagined having sex with his mother in her car or at some fleabag motel.

Only, how would that look with him treating his mother as if she was his date? What if they saw someone they knew? Besides, until he found a good paying job, he didn't have money enough to go anywhere and to do anything. He had already blown his budget in buying her Christmas Day gifts. Not yet finding a job after graduating college, as an unemployed man, he couldn't afford to date his mother. With what his father left her and with her good job, his mother was taking care of him. With her the older woman and him the younger man, he was his mother's bitch.

"You need to go out more Mother. You need to meet someone. You need to forget about him and move on with your life," he said pausing while looking to see what reaction, if any, his words had on her.

Seeing her in the glow of the Christmas tree lights, she was so beautiful. Seeing her wearing his favorite panty flashing skirt, she was so sexy. Before looking up at him to answer him, she looked down at her champagne glass as if all her answers were there. If only she knew that the only answer she had was sitting across from her.

"I know you're right James but sometimes, especially when I'm feeling sad and lonely, my head and my heart go in opposite directions. Too preoccupied thinking about him, where he is and what he's doing, I'm not ready to have a relationship with another man, not just yet," she said.

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As if she needed that extra bit of head action to prove to him that she wasn't interested in finding a man, she slowly shook her head while looking out the window behind him and he turned to look too.

"It's snowing," he said. "I love watching the snow fall. A good time to think without the noise of everyday life, everything gets so quiet when it's snowing."

As if they had never seen snow before, they watched the snow silently fall.

"At least we'll have a white Christmas Day," she said changing the subject with a smile. "I love freshly fallen snow. Maybe we can play in the snow and make snow angels and a snowman tomorrow."

As much as he'd love to play in the snow with his mother and roll around with her making snow angels, he refused to allow her to change the subject. As if she was his snow bunny and they were at a ski lodge, he'd love to kiss her in the snow. He'd love to have hot sex with her in the cold snow. Yet, he needed to break her out of her sadness. He needed to encourage her to go out and meet someone.

As if seeing her for the first time and in a new light of sadness and vulnerability, he looked at her as if seeing her more as a potential love match for some man instead of looking at her as his mother. Suddenly feeling jealous that she'd rather be with someone else than with him, he didn't want another man kissing and pawing his mother in the way that he wished he could kiss and paw his mother. In the way that she was so loyally faithful to her father, he didn't want her to be blinded by the love of another man. He'd rather keep her all for himself.

With him back living at home, now was his chance to make his move on his mother. In the way that she deliberately, or inadvertently, and continually flashed him her panties, cleavage, and bra, he sensed she was as sexually interested in him as much as he was sexually interested in her. Adding more proof to his suspicions that she sexually wanted him in the way that he sexually wanted her, she didn't immediately leave his bedroom when she caught him masturbating.

Instead of leaving his room shocked and embarrassed, she stayed and stared at his exposed prick while obviously sexually aroused. Instead of leaving his room, she fingered her nipple through her blouse and bra and moved her hand beneath her short skirt to finger her pussy inside her panties. Instead of leaving his room, she watched him stroking himself while calling her name. She saw him cum.

"Maybe you should try online dating," he said rethinking what he was about to say next but saying it anyway. "I can help with your profile. I'll even take some sexy pictures of you to post," he said pushing his luck while hoping she'd agree to having him photograph her in sexy, sexual poses.

As soon as he offered to take some sexy photos of his mother for her online, dating profile, he was dizzy with incestuous desire for her. He couldn't help but think of her wearing one of her short, low-cut, sexy nightgowns with nothing underneath. Lighting up her sheer, nearly transparent nightgown with his camera flash to make it virtually see-through, he'd love to photograph his nearly naked mother for fodder when he masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with her again. Continuing his sexual fantasy, he imagined her standing before his camera wearing only her panties and bra, being topless, or even naked.

'That would be so hot to photograph my mother in a sexy nightgown. That would be so hot to photograph my mother in her bra and panties,' he thought. 'That would be so hot to have a photograph her in her sexy underwear. That would be so hot to photograph her topless and/or naked,' he thought while continuing his sexual fantasy of photographing his mother and now needing to masturbate himself again.

He imagined posting her photographs to his computer. He imagined masturbating over staring at his mother in her sexy nightgown and in her bra and panties. He imagined masturbating over the photographs of his mother topless and naked. He imagined posting his mother's sexy photographs online for his friends and everyone to see his sexy and beautiful mother. Only, just as he knew she'd never allow him to make her an online, dating profile, she'd never allow him to take sexy photos of her in her underwear, topless, and/or naked.

As if she was a Playboy model hiding her nipples, dressed in just her panties, he imagined his mother removing her bra to cup her breasts with her hands while he took dozens of photos of her nearly topless body. Strictly for artistic purposes, of course, he wondered if she'd allow him to photograph her in the nude, face down on the couch, on her bed, or on the rug. For artistic purposes only, of course, he'd love nothing more than shooting shots of his naked mother while she danced around a pole. They have a pole in the garage, a Lally column, but it would be too cold for her to strip herself naked out there.

Nothing more than a sexual fantasy, she'd never strip naked or dance naked in front of him. Perhaps falling for those lines, that her photos were for artistic purposes and not sexual in nature, nonetheless, he imagined her allowing him to post photos of her online in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked. Yet, nothing more than feeding his masturbating fodder for later, who was he kidding? She'd never allow him to take any sexy photos of her never mind allowing him to post any sexy photos of her online. Even though it would be hot to show his friends and the world his naked mother, he wouldn't want his friends to know that he was banging his Mom.

Yet, even though he really wouldn't want his friends and strange men ogling his topless and/or naked mother, he'd love to see sexy photos of her. If he ever saw his mother in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked, he didn't know if he could control himself from touching her and feeling her where no son should ever touch and feel his mother. If nothing else but for masturbation fodder, he'd love to have sexy photos of his mother in all manner of undress. He'd show her photos to a few, select friends who incestuously lusted over their mothers in the way that he incestuously lusted over his mother.

Having thought about installing a peephole camera in her master bedroom and master bathroom, he only thought of doing that when he was masturbating himself. Just as he'd never strip his drunken mother naked and have sex with her drunken body, he'd never spy on her with hidden cameras. Yet, it was sexually exciting to imagine doing those sexy things when he was pulling his prick with the thoughts of her in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked.

"Online dating?" She looked at him as if he had just insulted her. She looked at him as if he was nuts, drunk, or both. "I'd never post my profile online with all those creepy and perverted men out there who'd contact me for sex. I'd never allow you to take sexy photos of me to post online," she made a sour face and a nervous laugh. "That would be wrong. That would be nasty. That would be incestuous," she said looking at him as if she was thinking about posing for him and asking his opinion of how her sexy pictures looked rather than making a declarative statement of abject negativity.

He shrugged her his encouragement while giving her a sexually excited smile. He felt like such a lecher trying to convince his mother to post for him. He felt like such a pervert while imagining his mother in her underwear, topless, and naked.

"Why not? It's just a photo, Mom," he said playing it cool. "What's the big deal? You show more of your body when wearing your bikini," he said suddenly thinking about his mother in her sexy bikini.

She sighed and rolled her eyes while making another sour face as if she had just bitten into something bitter.

"With all the invasive practices our government does with reading people's private e-mails, I'd never post my photos, especially sexy photos, online to the cloud. Who knows who'd see them and/or steal them? Someone from my work, my church, or from the neighborhood may recognize me. I'd be so embarrassed for someone that I know to see something of me that they shouldn't see," she said putting her hand to her collar as if she was already topless.

If only she dared allow him to post her profile along with her sexy photos, he imagined e-mailing his mother as if he was a man interested in dating her. If she dared allow him to post her profile along with sexy photos of herself, he imagined his mother sexually interested in his anonymous self. With them writing sexy and salaciously erotic correspondences back and forth, he wondered if he could persuade her to send him even sexier photos of herself. How hot would that be for his mother to fall for his anonymous self and send him photos of her in all manner of undress while writing him sexy e-mails?

"Not every man out there is a creep and/or a pervert," he said with a laugh while knowing that he was a creep for wanting to see his mother naked and a pervert for wanting to have sex with her.

Without a doubt, he was a creep when it came to wanting to see his mother in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked. He was definitely an incestuous pervert in wanting to have sex with his naked mother. Obviously, there was something mentally wrong with him for wanting to see his mother naked and have sex with her naked body. In the way that his father no longer wanted his mother but wanted his ex-girlfriend, he no longer wanted his ex-girlfriend but wanted his mother.

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Changing the subject again, this time moving the conversation from her to him, she looked at him in the way he had been looking at her. When she gave him a sexy smile and a naughty look, he wondered what she was thinking. He wondered if she was thinking of him posing for her as he hoped that she'd pose for him.

"What about you?"

'What about me,' he thought? 'I'm sexually attracted to my MILF of a mother. I masturbate over the thoughts of my mother naked. I masturbate over the thoughts of having incestuous sex with my mother. I want to have forbidden, incestuous sex with her. I want to kiss her, touch her, hold her, feel her, fondle her, strip her naked, and have my wicked, incestuous, sexual way with her naked body,' he thought. 'I want to finger her, lick her, make love to her, and fuck my mother as much as I want her to stroke me, suck me, and fuck me too.'

He looked at her with guilt for always trying to see something of his mother that he shouldn't see. He looked at her with guilt for staring at her while always undressing her with is eyes. He looked at her with guilt for constantly and continually masturbating over the incestuous, sexual fantasy of having sex with his MILF of a mother.

'Especially after she caught me masturbating over wanting to have sex with her while calling her name, I wonder if she thinks of me as being a creep or a pervert?'

If she was looking at him as if he was a creep or a pervert, indeed he was a pervert, an incestuous pervert but, just because he wanted to see his mother topless and/or naked, he wasn't a creep. He was a kind, caring, loving, and sensitive son. A son who loved his mother was a gross understatement. Not only did he love his mother but also, he wanted to make love to his mother.

He looked at her with as much curiosity as he looked at her with confusion. He looked at her with sexual lust and incestuous passion. As always he did, undressing her with his eyes, he looked at her as if she was sitting across from him in her bra and panties, topless, or naked. Hoping she didn't think of him as a creep or a pervert, he asked the question.

"What about me?"

Now, perhaps, as if she was imagining him posing for her, she looked at him in the same sexy way that he looked at her. He wondered what she was thinking. He wondered if she was having the perversely, incestuous thoughts that he was having. He wondered if she was thinking of him naked in the way that he was thinking of her naked. He wondered if she wanted to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her.

"You don't have anyone in your life either, James. Why don't you post an online profile to help you find someone to date?" She paused as if rethinking what she was about to say before saying it. Then, in the way that he said what he was thinking, she said what she was thinking too. "You write the profile and I'll take some sexy, beefcake photos of you in your underwear," she said with a sexy laugh.

A tempting offer, he'd love nothing more than to pose for his mother in his underwear. Only, he'd be posing with a huge erection tenting his briefs. Who knows? Perhaps if he posed for his mother in his underwear, with her having already seen his cock, she'd ask him to pose naked. More than likely, if he was posing for his mother in his underwear while having a huge erection, he'd remove his underwear to pose naked for his mother. He'd love nothing more than to put her hand on his erect cock before forcing her to her knees and impaling her beautiful mouth with his hard, hairy prick.

Yet, perhaps, if he posed for his mother, she'd pose for him too. Who knows? Perhaps, if he posed for his mother in his underwear, she'd posed for him in her underwear too. Perhaps, if he posed naked for his mother, she'd post topless or naked for him too. Just as he'd love to pose naked for his mother, he'd love nothing more than to take some sexy photos of his mother in her underwear, topless, and/or naked.

With one thing leading to another, perhaps from taking photos of one another, they'd have sex with one another. Lots of models have sex with their photographers during a photo shoot. How hot would that be for the camera to snap some timed snapshots of them having sex? Only nothing more than his imagination running wild, just as she'd never sexually pose for him, she'd never have sex with him.

"Eww, Mom? Eww! Gross, that's so gross," he said feigning his disgust while trying to hide his sexual excitement by the thought of posing naked for his mother.

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He thought more about posing for his mother. He'd love to pose for his mother in his underwear. He'd even be willing to pose for his mother naked. He'd love to show her his erect, naked prick again. No doubt, as soon as he removed his pants, he'd have an erection. Maybe she'd ask him to masturbate and cum for her again, too. Maybe she'd masturbate him instead of him having to masturbate himself. Maybe if he masturbated for her, she'd masturbate for him. Maybe if she masturbated him, she'd want him to masturbate her too. His head was ready to explode from thinking of too many incestuous variables.

Yet, something he'd love to do, he wondered if she'd seriously ask him to pose naked. Just as he'd love for his mother to pose naked for him, he'd love to pose naked for his mother. No doubt, as soon as he posed naked in front of his mother, he'd want to stroke himself and masturbate for her too. He'd love for his mother to photograph him masturbating and cumming. Yet, as soon as he posed naked for his mother, he'd want to have sex with her. Only, just as she'd never ask him to masturbate and cum for her, she'd never have sex with him.

Stuck on the thought of photographing his mother in all manner of undress, cock and balls for tits and pussy, maybe if he posed naked for her, she'd pose topless and/or naked for him too. Stuck on the thought of masturbating for his mother, maybe if he masturbated for his mother, in the way that she masturbated herself while watching him masturbating, she'd masturbate for her son too. Whether she masturbated for him or not, he'd love to see more of his mother's hot body. He'd love to have sex with his MILF of a mother.