Hello Reader. For those of you who are new, welcome! I hope you enjoy this story of some mother and son love over the Christmas holidays!
For those of you who were expecting another continuation of my other stories, I am sorry but you will have to wait a bit longer. I needed to get this one out first so that I made it in time for the winter contest. Please don't worry, I am busily working on the next chapters for my other works and they should come out soon. In the meantime, this story has some similar themes to my others, so please enjoy! As always, all characters are over the age of 18 and please forgive any grammatical errors.
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Claire Blackcomb stood outside of the doors to the baggage claim at the Airport shifting from one foot to the other anxiously. Her hands fidgeted with the hem of her winter coat. Anyone passing by would have seen an attractive 35-year-old woman anxiously awaiting the return of a husband or a long-anticipated friend. Had she not been so obviously suburban white, the airport authorities might have thought her suspicious with her inability to stand still. As it was, no one gave her more than a second glance.
Looking at her watch and seeing that he should be arriving any minute now, Claire moved her position amongst the gathering crowd so that she still had a clear view to the baggage claim doors.
No more than a few minutes later, which seemed far longer to Claire, the doors opened again and out strode a tall young man. Standing a few inches taller than everyone else around him, the young man, some would still call a boy, scanned the crowd.
It did not take long for Chris's crystal blue eyes to lock on to the matching set on Claire, who also happened to be waving frantically and calling out his name.
Quickly striding down the ramp, almost jogging, his baggage rattling, Chris barely had time to drop his suitcase in order to catch his mother who flung herself at him, arms wide.
Chuckling, Chris pulled his mother up and closer to him, lifting her off of the ground and spinning her around quickly.
Claire giggled like a school girl and looked up at her son. His dimples crinkled at the corners of his mouth as he smiled broadly. The feeling of his strong arms supporting all of her weight and his clean crisp scent washed over her, making her melt and forget about all those around her. Leaning up, Claire pressed her soft pink lips against those of her son.
Reality crashed back into Claire as she felt Chris's arms stiffen around her and she barely felt his lips return the kiss. Pulling back quickly, and blushing furiously, Claire chastely kissed her son on the cheek to try and cover up what she had just done.
Looking up into her son's eyes again, this time nervously, Claire saw a flicker of uncertainty pass through them before his lips parted again and he gave her one of his brilliant smiles.
"It's good to see you too Mom," he said, the smirk evident in his voice as well as on his face.
Claire looked around quickly and saw one woman who appeared to be scandalised having just heard Chris call her 'mom'. Quickly she grabbed her son's hand and led him away. "Shhhh!..." Claire hissed as she dragged her son along. "Come on baby, Momma didn't park far," Claire said over her shoulder as she steered her son away from further prying eyes and ears. Chris dutifully followed his mother, enjoying the way her auburn curls bounced with her quick strut; he tried to peek at her bum, but her winter coat sadly covered it from view.
Even though incest had been legalised in Canadian law for about 10 years now, it was still pretty heavily frowned upon by most people. The law had been quite a surprise when it had suddenly come into effect, but the growing trend of family love would not be stopped, and the government had decided once again, that it had no business in the bedrooms of its citizens. Canada was a pretty progressive place!
Once outside in the crisp December Air, Claire turned around and looked back up at her son smiling.
"It's good to see you too baby," she said up to him coyly.
Chris smiled down at his mother and leaned in for another kiss. Quickly, Claire put a hand on her son's chest stopping him. Her eyes flickered back and forth quickly looking for people who might be watching.
"I'm sorry baby, I shouldn't have done that back in there. It's too risky to be doing in public," Claire whispered, her voice sounding remorseful.
Chris looked into his mother's uncertain eyes and plastered one of his genuine smiles back on his face. "It's okay Mom, I understand," he said as he wrapped his right arm around her shoulder and kissed the top of her auburn hair. He started walking, leading them in the general direction of the parking garage even though he didn't know where he was going.
Claire let out a pent-up breath and allowed her son to lead the way. His arm around her shoulder felt so right and comforting in that moment. The cold wind blew at them, trying to catch at their clothes, but the warmth from her son kept her cozy.
"How were exams honey?" Claire asked after a moment, wanting to know how her son's first semester away from home, all the way out in British Columbia, had ended.
"Eh, pretty boring," Chris replied half-heartedly. "I won't get my results for a couple weeks yet, so I'm trying not to think about them too much... Especially not when there are other things present that are much more interesting," He finished looking back at his mother.
Claire blushed but smiled up at her son. "The parking garage is that interesting, is it?" She teased Chris.
"Hmmmm. Nope!" Chris said curtly, shaking his head as if thinking about it first.
"Then what?" Claire teased.
Chris looked over at his mother, his eyes full of warmth "My beautiful mother,"
Claire blushed again and looked away, continuing to walk alongside her son. Her tummy roiled at his words even though she had heard them so often before. She didn't know why, maybe it was because she hadn't seen him for a few months and she missed him dearly, or maybe he had learned something new at university, but his words affected her more than they ever had before.
The mother and son had started their romantic relationship right before he had left for school on the West coast of the country, and Claire had dearly missed him since his departure. Now, she was ecstatic to have him back in her arms.
Taking his hand in hers Claire squeezed. Chris looked down at their joined hands and squeezed back, looking up at his mother afterwards with his quirky half smile.
No, he still looked at her the exact same way, and he still talked the same. Anything he learned at university from the girls there he didn't try to pull on her. That realization made Claire's tummy all the fuzzier.
At some point, Chris took a wrong turn and Claire decided that it was about time for her to start leading to way.
"This way baby," Claire said shaking her head at her son's confused look. Chris grinned sheepishly at his blunder and followed after his mother, his hand still in hers. Claire tried to take her hand back after a moment, but Chris only squeezed it again and smiled at her. Claire smiled back and let her son hold on to her; It was very cute of him she thought warmly.
Once at the car, Chris loaded his things in the back and went to go sit shotgun like he usually did, but he found his mother already in the seat.
"Umm, you want me to drive mom?" Chris asked uncertainly.
"Oh, would you Chris? That's so very sweet of you," Claire said with an enchanting smile, her perfect teeth shining.
"Anything for you mom."
As Chris started the car and pulled out of the garage, Claire shifted in her seat, her legs rubbing together, the fabric of her warm leggings easily allowing her thighs to glide along each other. Claire was very aware of how hot her pussy was as she shifted, trying to control herself until Chris got along a safer stretch of road.
"So, how have things been at home mom?" Chris asked after a couple minutes of silence where the radio Christmas music was the only sound in the car.
"Oh, you know, things have been going okay. It's a lot lonelier in the house now with you gone."
"Isn't Zoe back already? I thought she left her apartment downtown a few weeks ago." Chris asked, sure that his older sister had. Zoe had decided, against her parent's wishes, to not go to university, but instead start working as a tattoo artist. Chris thought it was cool what his sister was doing, as she did happen to be a really good artist.
"Yes, and that's been a blessing. But that's only been for the past few weeks. The rest of the time it's just me and Tibby" Claire said, talking about their family cat.
"Hmm. And Tibby isn't as good of company as me??" Chris asked, fishing for a compliment.
Claire saw what her son was doing but she wasn't about to deny him the truth.
"You know Mommy loves spending time with you baby," Claire whispered warmly as she reached over and stroked her son's thigh. "You help me out so much with my stress," Claire continued, her red painted nails going further up her son's leg to the considerable bulge in his sweats.
Chris swallowed and after a quick glance at his mother put his eyes back on the road. "Well, I can honestly say that I couldn't wait to get back home. I've missed you a lot mom," Chris delivered the words with gravity.
Claire felt her heart swell at her son's words. She had been nervous that he would have been indifferent to their time apart. She knew that wasn't likely, but it felt so good to hear that Chris felt the same way she did about being apart.
"Awwww. Mommy missed you too baby. So much... And mommy missed this little guy too!" Claire teased seductively as she finally wrapped her dainty fingers around her son's not so little cock through the soft fabric.
