**Note: Sorry for the delay. I promised this chapter some time ago, but life made me put all writing on the back burner. Comments and emails have been extremely useful. Please keep the inspirational ideas and criticisms coming. As a reminder, I started chapter 1 as a first person narrative but decided to move away from that. I kept the title the same to log chapters. Enjoy.
Chapter 5 -- Karen kinks things up for her son during the holidays.
"Baby it's cold outside." ... "I really can't stay"..."Baby it's cold out there."
Greg happily sang out loud on his way home from work. Christmas was under a week away and just like every year, Greg was in the holiday spirit.
The powdery snow fell down hard and made for slick road conditions. Greg slowly tracked on through the wintery conditions at a slow 30 miles per hour. He had been putting in extra time at the office lately so that he could have some extra cash for extra gifts for the family.
"Darn it!" Greg hit the steering wheel and yelled as he approached a major traffic jam on the highway.
After another long day at the office, all he could of thinking about was getting home and helping Karen and Brad put up the finishing touches on this year's Christmas tree. Greg knew this could one of his last that he got to spend before his son Brad moved out and got his own place on campus.
Greg checked Waze app on his iPhone and it alerted him about a severe accident ahead. He began texting his wife Karen that he would be running about an hour late. He tossed the phone onto the passenger seat in disgust and turned up the Christmas music on the radio. He hoped the festive music would make the time pass quick to get home to his loving family.
Back at home, loud flesh flapping and deep primal grunts were coming from the master bedroom.
"Wow baby! What on Earth has gotten into you?" Karen said sarcastically while out of breath.
In the middle of her brand-new king size bed, Karen was on the receiving end of another extremely hard and loving fuck from her handsome 18-year-old son.
Karen laid still on top of the neatly made bedspread with her meaty naked legs spread to either side of the wide mattress. Brad was on top on her missionary style while jabbing his cock deep into his mother's sloppy cunt. She looked up at her son and saw lust, anger, love, frustration, and happiness in her son's sweaty face.
Suddenly, Karen's cell phone began to vibrate on the nightstand to her right. With her left arm, she hooked on to the back of her son's neck, and with her right hand, she grabbed the cell phone.
"Your father is stuck in traffic. Probably going to be another hour." She read the text message from Greg and tossed the phone aside as her loving son fucked with more vigor.
Karen dove in and gave her son a series of love bits and licks on her son's extended forearms that were supporting his weight. The sexy mother kissed and bit her way up his budging biceps and along his collar bone. This caused Brad's spine to shiver and tingle. The feeling made him hammer down a little bit rougher. The force of their fucking had the bed shaking violently.
Karen fell back flat against the fluffy bed. She put her hands on the back of her knees and held her legs wide as her son beat down into her.
"Did my outfit make my baby boy all hot and bothered?" Karen said teasingly while staring up into her son's eyes.
Karen's thick beautiful brunette hair fanned out over the soft king size pillow that her head laid on. While smiling up at the love of her life, Brad feverishly nailed this matronly queen into the mattress. Like a well-oiled machine, Brad plowed his beefy 9' cock in and out. Karen's magnificent pussy gushed over and over again, providing the right amount of lube to allow her son's dick to easily slide from tip to root. She felt her cunt juices begin to splash and run along the rim of her asshole and onto the soft bed beneath her.
The head of Brad's cock drilled and hit depths that his father could only dream of. Suddenly, Karen's body started tingling, her breathing become overly erratic, and she shut her eyes tightly.
"OH BABY, MOMMY'S CUMMING AGAIN. KEEP FUCKING ME HARD. DON'T STOP. PLEEASE HONEY. DON'T STOP!"Karen demanded. She grabbed the back of Brad's neck and pull him down so her mouth by his ear.
As her son, Brad can tell his mother's different moods. Growing up, whether she was serious about school, friends, cleaning, or doing chores, her inflections and facial features were extremely telling. In this instance, her tone was unmistakable.
"BRAD MICHAEL ROGERS. UGH. DON'T STOP. UGH. UGH. Brad. UGH. UGH. UGH. SHIT. HOLY SHIT!!" Karen continued to yell.
The near 40-year-old mother was blabbering incoherently as she bear-hugged her only child. Brad kept thrusting his cock into her, but her strength and rigid convulsing made it difficult for him to keep up the pace.
Twenty minutes earlier, Karen and Brad were listening to few old Christmas tunes and putting up some white tinsel on their brand-new Christmas tree. The living room was filled with music and Christmas cheer. While putting Christmas bulbs on the tree, Brad accidently dropped a case the multicolored Christmas balls on the floor.
Brad got on his knees to pick up the bulbs that scattered underneath the tree. When he looked up, he got an eyeful of his mother's luscious backside while she was on her hands and knees. She was placing the green matting underneath the tall and colorful 8' tree. Brad's cock twitched at the sight before him. Her wide white bubbly ass in an extremely tight pair of green Christmas yoga pants was pointing straight at him.
The festive form fitting green leggings had red and white strips circling around from the waist all the way down to the ankles. The material was being stretched so tightly that Brad could clearly see the lining of her full back panties through the thin fabric.
Karen had no concept of what her arched large ass was doing to her son. While her upper chest was on the ground, she extended her arms to smooth out the carpeting around the bottom of the tree. Karen always had a sexy arch to her back and hips due to the years of dance class Brad's grandparents made her take growing up.
From his vantage point, the horny young son took in immaculate sights. Plump muscular hamstrings, sturdy calves, an ass that can make any man melt, suckable painted toes, arches that were begging to be to be licked, etc.
Once the green carpet under the tree was in place, Karen got the sense that Brad was ogling over the view behind her. A normal mother's reaction would be to immediately slap their son in the face for being such a dirty pervert. Instead, Karen smiled to herself, stuck her juicy ass up even higher in the air. Perhaps more mothers in the world should be so open and accepting.
Brad slowly brought his face inches away from his mother cotton covered ass crack. Karen rocked her body back and forth which caused her beautiful bottom to slightly tap Brad in the face. Brad head was lost in a trance as Karen feed into his overly active ass obsession.
Due to her work out regime and age, Karen's lower body had thickened into an ample bottom that resembled Franceska Jaimes and Kendra Lust. But her heavy tits and cute stomach from the waist up was more comparable to Sensual Jane. Karens face, neck, and hair a dead ringer for Denise Milani. Maturity has been extremely kind to the 39-year-old mother of one.
Suddenly, Brad grabbed the sides of Karen's hips and began licking and kissing over the thin stretchy fabric. Streaks of saliva began to form on the soft leggings as Karen giggled in excitement. Brad didn't even touch his cock and it was already jutting out like a missile and causing his gym shorts to tent out massively.
Just then, the song "Santa Baby" came on the Pandora radio station. Karen quickly jump to her feet and began sinking.
The cheerful mom grabbed the oversized red and white Santa hat that was on the arm of the couch and put it on. Karen danced around playfully and sang along with the radio. Brad still on his knees in lust as he watched his mother start to dance around in the living room.
Along with her enticing Christmas stripped leggings, Karen wore a white long-sleeved sweater top that also perfectly hugged her E cup tits. The clingy material caused her the bottom of the shirt to rise up and reveal Karen's fleshy mid-section.
