2 comments/ 17845 views/ 2 favorites Christmas Gift By: electric_witch It was early Christmas morning. He had just woken up to a knock at the door. Cursing whomever it was, he rolled over, pulling the covers tightly around him. His eyes glanced at the clock on the table beside him. 6am, he cursed from between his teeth. He was tired, and wanted to go back to sleep. The knock on the door, however, was persistent. Finally he gave in, groaned, got out of the bed, and went to the door. Feeling the coolness against his skin, he realized he was naked. Yes? He called to whomever was outside the door. "Open the door Pet", the voice outside the door commanded. Suddenly his heart was pounding, his hands trembling. He knew that voice well, and immediately unlocked the door, stepped aside, pulling the door wide open. She stood there smiling, he was almost convinced this was a dream, and then suddenly she had wrapped her arms tightly around him. "Sorry for the early arrival pet," she said, pulling away from him and walking into the apartment. "I wanted to personally deliver your Christmas gift," she said. She was carrying a black leather bag with her, not a purse; this was quite a bit larger. She put the bag down onto the floor and removed her coat. She was wearing a soft green sheer dress, and the way that her red hair fell onto her shoulders; this was definitely a festive outfit. She threw her coat on the arm of the chair, picked up the bag, glancing around then headed to the bedroom. She stopped by his night table, opening the bag, and placing items onto it. Once she was finished, she turned around, the light shining through her dress, showing her naked body very clearly, and slowly returned to him. "Let me look at you pet," she demanded softly but firmly. He stood in front her, lowering his eyes to the ground. Her eyes rested on his beautiful naked form. He was standing tall, his head bowed, as she looked him over. She was pleasantly surprised by the way her body was reacting to him being right there. She slowly walked around him, admiring his lean body, and suddenly couldn't help herself. She leaned her hand forward, and lightly brushed her fingertips against his tight ass. He jumped under her sudden touch, and then slowly relaxed. She knew that he belonged to her. That knowledge alone was so very exciting to her. She returned to facing him, and noticing his hardness, she moaned softly. She reached out her hand, placing it under his chin, directing his eyes to hers. He had beautiful, but somewhat sad eyes. Looking directly into those eyes, sent a jolt of lust through her. She smiled at him encouragingly. "You look very yummy, my pet" she whispered. Her lips were suddenly very dry. She cleared her throat. "Are you ready for your Christmas gift pet?" She asked. His reply was a quiet, "Yes Mistress". "Follow me pet," she said, turning around and returning to his bed. She turned around, slowly peeling the dress first off one shoulder, then another. Her eyes on him as she pushed the dress past her breasts, down to her hips, then down to the floor. Without looking down she stepped out of the dress, kicking it aside, then she sat down on his bed. He followed her, and took his place at her feet. She spread her legs wide open, her left hand caressing the insides of her thighs. Moaning softly, she reached for the vibrator sitting on his night table. Holding it in her hand, she looked at him, kneeling in front of her, and purred. "Please wet this for me my pet." He took the vibrator from his Mistress, and carefully ran his tongue along it. It was warm to his touch, actually very life like, he thought as he wrapped his lips around it. Her hands were slowly caressing her thighs, as she watched him sucking on her vibrator. His cock stood straight up, she knew he was excited. The vibrator moved in and out of his mouth, his hands holding it tightly. She was growing more excited by the minute. Not because he was sucking on her vibrator, but because he was doing it for her. She wanted him. She could feel her wetness, the heat radiating from her pussy, and knew she had to have her release. "That's enough my pet," she finally whispered, taking the vibrator back. She carefully placed the vibrator to her sex, the smiling at him, she commanded him to watch. As his eyes lowered, she suddenly pushed the vibrator all the way in to her aching sex. He moaned. His chest was moving up and down rapidly. She almost lost it, but fought to hold back. He had such an effect on her. Then finally she started rocking her hips back and forth. The vibrator sliding in and out of her wetness faster and faster. The pleasure building within her was incredible. She knew she was close. "Come closer" she moaned to her pet, and he inched himself between her thighs. Her hands flew up, pushing down on his head, until his hot breath was on her sex. She felt his tongue gently touch her aching pussy, she pushed his head down harder, and exploded against his mouth. Her cum splashing against his face with such force. She was moaning uncontrollably. Her head trashing from side to side. When she finally returned to herself, she let go of his head, and smiled at him. "Thank you Pet," she whispered. She leaned over, kissing his lips. Tasting herself on him was exciting. Kissing him was exciting. She felt the lust building back up. Her tongue caressed his lips, tasting herself, then pushing past his lips into his warm mouth. As their lips crushed together, they both moaned loudly. Then she pushed herself back away from him and reached for the table. She selected a toy for him. She grabbed a pillow from the bed, handed it to him, and told him to rest his hardness onto it while she got his toy ready. He held the pillow in his hands, his erection resting on it, his hips moving back and forth slightly. He was so close already she could tell. She loved this part. His hips were rocking back and forth, sliding his hardness into the silky soft pillow. He was moaning. Her eyes never left him, although she prepared his toy. Squeezing the tube of lubricant over the opening of the toy pussy she had brought for him, she wanted nothing more than to see his release. He was whimpering softly now, she pushed her finger into the toy pussy, spreading the lubricant inside. Then she told him to drop the pillow and kneel on it. Obeying immediately, he knelt on the pillow, watching her. His eyes were now pleading with her. She handed him the toy pussy, and said: "now show me pet". She moaned wildly as he pushed his hardness into the pussy slowly. "That's it pet, fuck the pussy for your Mistress," she moaned. His hips pushing back and forth into the pussy, slow and deep at first, then faster. He was so close. He was trembling, his eyes glazed over. She could barely control herself watching him. She reached again for the table, and picked up another vibrator. This one soft rubber, and smaller than her own. She squeezed the tube of lubricant to her hand then rubbed the vibrator on it. Her eyes never leaving him. "Stop pet she commanded," and she heard him moan in disappointment. She stood up, and took the few steps that separated the two of them. She leaned over and kissed his neck, and whispered, "I want you" into his ear. He was moaning louder now. She placed the vibrator between his feet, and ordered him to sit down on it. Holding it in place for him as he worked his gorgeous ass all the way down on it. His cock still sliding in and out of the pussy at an increasing speed. "Fuck me pet," she whispered. His hips were rocking, he was moaning wildly now. His ass moving up and down on the vibrator, his hard cock sliding in an out of the pussy. This is the part she loved. She knew he wouldn't cum until she gave her permission, and she loved the control she had over him. He was whimpering mistress quietly through his lips. "All right pet," she finally said. "Cum for your mistress" she commanded. Hearing those words, his cock pushed into the pussy hard this time, his ass down onto his heels, the vibrator deep in him, moaning out Mistress, he exploded. His cum shooting out of him in pulsing streams. Oh god how she loved this. When he finally stopped, she went to him. Offering her hand, she pulled him up, then walked him to the bed. She laid down beside him, wrapped her arms around him, and pulled him tightly to her. Reaching for the covers, she pulled them over their naked bodies. Then she kissed his lips softly, and whispered... "Merry Christmas Pet." Christmas Gifts This story was written as a reminder that November is National Adoption Month and because adoption is an issue close to the author's heart. WARNING: Story contains little stroke material :) * The halls vibrated with the music that flowed through them. Organ music swelled through the huge, drafty church and out the open doors. Passing people stopped and listened to the familiar tunes and the harmonic voices of the worshippers as they sang a 'thank you' to God for the birth of his son. After they had dragged themselves away from the church and the nostalgia that had surfaced, many of the people out on that cold Christmas night felt more in the spirit of the holiday. Spare change turned to a ten-dollar bill thrown into the hat of a homeless man. Those who had once turned an indifferent shoulder to the woman who dropped all of her shopping bags in the snow now bent cheerfully to lend a helping hand. Christmas spirit passed from person to person, spurred by the beautiful music coming from the pristine church on 5th street. Joy. That was her name. Yet when she saw the smiling crowds of children after the service, or the throng of adults sharing gossip over a cup of steaming hot chocolate, she felt no joy. She was an outsider in this world she had longed for, but now loathed. She stood leaning against the far wall of the church basement, her eyes following his every movement. Her husband certainly moved a lot, but that was to be expected as he was most certainly glad-handling people and encouraging them to use him as their insurance agent. Suspicious slits watched as David approached a woman younger than her with a flirtatious smile and a warm handshake. As she disappeared in a swirl of long black coat and red skirt, she felt several cold eyes on her back. But what did she care? The whole church had disapproved of her marriage to David in the first place, and she knew more than one person had told him that marrying her was a bad idea. She was young, poor; he was older and rich by comparison. She had no church background, and he had been a member of St. Mary's since before she had been born. It was obvious that their marriage was now in trouble. The snake-eyed women talked about her constantly, even when she was near them. "Gold digging hussy," was what they called her, in addition to "tramp." What did they know of her problems? She really only had one problem. She wanted to have children. David couldn't. She had talked to him endlessly about the possibilities of adoption, sperm donors; but David would have none of it. Now she cried herself to sleep at night and David slept in the guest bedroom. He was cold, indifferent, so changed now. He was unrecognizable as the man she had fallen in love with and married. She had only been 20 when she met the charming, older insurance man, but she had fallen head over heels for him. Sure, there was a 30-year age gap between them, but neither of them had noticed really, or even cared, until they had announced their engagement. That's when the flurry of resistance had started; her mother had told her flat out "Don't do it. He's too old for you." David had encountered the same reactions from his co-workers and his church friends. But the two of them had been in agreement: they were in love and they WERE getting married. Half a year later, wedding bells chimed from the steeple of St. Mary's. Joy McAllister and David Skreenes converted to Mr. and Mrs. David Skreenes. For the first time in her young life, Joy had been content. She was finally where she was supposed to be. As they walked back down the aisle as husband and wife, Joy just knew that despite what the naysayers thought, she and David would be a happy couple. Another year and a half, and now here she was, wondering why she had ever believed that the relationship would work. She shook her head and tried to stop the tears that were threatening to spill down her cheeks. Her feet took her automatically to the car and after brushing snow from her open-toed sandals, she slipped into the front seat to wait for David. Amazingly, he noticed her absence. As she sat in the passenger seat, the door on the driver's side suddenly opened and he slid into the car brushing snow from his shoulders. "It's fine if you do this at home," he said, looking mightily annoyed with her. "But at church it's just embarrassing." He put the keys into the ignition and started the car. "You're acting like a child, you know," he chided as the pulled away from the church. No doubt the scolding would last all the way home, but Joy didn't mind. At least now he was talking. A welcome change from the silence she faced at home. "I'm not the one who won't tell the woman he supposedly loves why he doesn't want to have children. Now that's childish." She turned to face him. "I thought we agreed that we would always tell each other everything." She watched his handsome face contort with anger, and knew that she had touched a nerve. But still, he said nothing. Indeed, the only sound to be heard was the swoosh of the wipers against the windshield, and the low rumble of cars around them. Joy turned to face the window again. "I can't understand unless you tell me what bothers you, David." No response and she didn't bother him again. Instead, she pictured what it would be like to have a child in her arms, and the thought nearly brought tears to her eyes. He pulled into the long circular drive, letting her out at the front door as was his custom before he pulled into the garage. She watched him maneuver the big car effortlessly, her strong husband who was perfect in every way, except one. She resolved that she would find out his secret, and help him through it whatever it was, before their marriage dissolved to pieces. She entered the house and unlocked the garage door for him, letting him into the kitchen. She always made him a late night snack and she did so tonight, not bothering to ask if he was hungry or not. It was one of the few things that allowed her to feel close to him now, one of the few things that he appreciated. It was past one o'clock when she delivered a steaming cup of coffee and a plate of scrambled eggs to him in his office. A kiss on the cheek and muttered thanks before she was all but shooshed out of the room like a bug. "I set up an appointment for marriage counseling," she said softly as she backed out the door. "Whether or not you attend is up to you, but something needs to happen David. I can't go on living like this." He paused in his work, but didn't look up; her watery brown eyes regarded him sadly as she closed the door. It was Christmas, and she was alone. Hardly the way a Christmas ought to be spent. Joy climbed the stairs to the master bedroom, feet padding softly over the carpet. She frowned at herself in the mirror before pulling off her coat and hanging it on the back of the door. The red dress came up and over her head, and as she pulled it off he was there. Standing in the doorway with arms crossed, watching as she disrobed. "You're right," he sighed. She hesitated, waiting for him to say what was on his mind. "I don't want to go to marriage counseling. We can work this out between the two of us." She nodded to indicate that she was listening and then slipped beneath the bed covers, naked. She watched as he too stripped down, admired his form as he slid into the large bed beside her. She propped herself up on an elbow, waiting for him to spill the secret. "The reason I've been slow to consider this adoption thing..." A loud sigh and a deep breath. "Well, when I told you about my loving family, I lied." She looked at him in disbelief. He nodded. "My father was a raging drunk who beat my mother and us kids. The truth of the matter is, I hate fathers and never wanted to be one." The words spilled out of him, along with a shuddering kind of sob. Her hand went to his face, caressing it gently. "Why didn't you tell me this before?" she asked gently, trying not to upset him further. She scooted her body closer to him and he pressed his face into her cleavage. "I thought I was okay with it," he murmured from between her breasts. "I haven't thought about him in years, and I never worried about it until you started talking incessantly about adopting. And you wanted to talk about it. I just wanted to forget." He paused and looked up into her face, searching it to see if she could possibly understand how he felt about the matter. "I don't know, Joy. Having a child to love would be amazing." He stopped and ran a hand over his world-worn face. "But I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I did something wrong and the kid ended up hating me." He nestled between her lush breasts again, taking the comfort they offered. Knowing what she did now, Joy didn't want to push his limits. She desperately wanted a child to call her own, to make memories with, and to love. But she loved her husband and didn't want to see him in pain. "We'll work through this," she thought as her hands tangled in his hair. David's hands found the edge of her white lace bra and lifted it; his tongue found a nipple and began to work. Joy tensed with the sudden pleasure of it and rolled onto her back, forcing him to come with. "God," he said as his mouth traveled further upwards. "I've missed you." He met Joy's mouth in a gentle, yet passionate kiss, breaking the fast that both of them had been going through for the past couple weeks. His tongue slipped into her mouth and caressed hers, making her feel warmth at last. Soft lips moved against her own and she enveloped her husband, pulling him closer to her. "I love you, David," she said softly as he broke the kiss and again moved downwards to flick his tongue across her now hardened nipple. A moan escaped her lips as she felt his hand move down to stroke the soft skin at her hip. His touch tickled but also brought with it a spreading warmth between her thighs. She lifted her hips slightly, pressing against the bulge that was already springing up stiffly in his boxers. "I can tell you missed me," she said teasingly between sharp gasps as he nipped gently at her nipple. She grinned down at him and could just see the corners of his mouth as he smiled around a mouthful of breast. She felt much better, now that he was with her again, now that he had trusted her with her secret. Together they were passionate, fire, they could conquer the world together; alone she had felt lost, cold. She groaned loudly as he drew his hand away from her hip; she needed his touch, needed him so badly. His tongue continued to work at her nipple and she felt the juice leaking out from between her legs. Wet, because she needed to feel him inside of her after all that time going without. It was absolute torture to feel him so close, but not where she wanted him. Her hips bucked up against him more forcefully now, her pussy aching to be filled. David responded to her needs quickly, moving aside her skimpy white panties and pulling his own boxers just far enough down his legs to slide his length inside her steaming slit. Ever so slowly though, as if to drag out the torture. His eyes widened a bit when she dug her nails into his back, urging him, begging him to fill her. He took her not-so-subtle hint and buried himself inside of her, grunting as he pushed hard to make sure every inch of her was filled. Joy moaned in delight as she felt his balls shoved up against her ass cheeks. "God, that feels so good," she breathed as he unsheathed slowly, only to be cut off as he slammed against her. His strokes came fast and furiously, causing Joy to scream in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The adrenaline rushing through her body soon stopped the pain and she knew it would only be much later that she would feel the bruises of his hips pounding into hers. David's green eyes focused clearly on her and she felt the love and desire in them. She cried out as he drew himself over her sweet spot and he kept the position. His groans of passion soon mingled with hers and filled the room. She opened herself further to allow him deeper access and he took the space, pushing farther into her than she had ever thought possible. Her whole body was flowing quickly towards orgasm. She was a pool of lava ready to explode as he stroked, faster, harder. "Oh, GOD!" she cried as he made the death stroke. Her whole body convulsed with shudders of pleasure and her pussy clamped and unclamped around his still pistoning cock. She could feel her toes curling as he continued to pump her, and the orgasm was continuous. His grunts were drowned out by her loud scream of satisfaction. His cock swelled within her and he threw back his head as he came, grunting with the force of the orgasm. She felt him as he twitched and moved in her pussy, still cumming, and the pearly strands of cum as they leaked out around his cock and down her ass cheeks. Her muscles tightened around him, milking the last drop of cum from his softening cock. Her brain felt as if she were coming out of a fog, but she felt his body atop hers and felt when he rolled off and collapsed next to her. "Perfect make-up sex," she thought before the fog shrouded her mind and she fell asleep. The next morning, Joy awakened with a song in her heart and a bruise on her hips. David was still sleeping next to her and she kissed him lightly on the cheek before climbing out of bed and throwing on a terrycloth robe. He muttered something incoherently and she smiled as she left the room and headed downstairs. She hummed as she made breakfast, happy that she was no longer at odds with her husband. Half hour later, she pulled a scrumptious-looking breakfast casserole from the oven, impressed by how perfect it had turned out. It was as if a huge burden had lifted from her shoulders and although David had not yet given a definite answer, she felt that it was only a matter of time before she would have the long-awaited child in her arms. The world was perfect and she fairly skipped as she took a plateful of the egg dish up the stairs to a still sleeping David. "Baby?" she called softly. "Hun, wake up." David's eyelids fluttered open lazily and he squinted as he focused on her. "Wow, something smells good," he said, sitting up in the bed. "Looks delicious too. Thank you, love." He leaned over and gave Joy a kiss on the cheek, then rubbed the last sleep from his eyes and took the plate she offered him. "Hurry up," Joy said happily, as he took small bites. "You know I can't wait to open my Christmas presents." She smiled at him, a knowing look. They never really got each other Christmas presents, but rather wrote out 'gift certificates'. Joy traditionally gave him a certificate stating, "You pick a day and for that entire day we will have sex wherever, whenever, and however you want it". David usually reciprocated with "For one day I will do whatever you ask me to without complaint". She liked that one because it meant she was pampered all day. "Oh crap, I forgot your coffee." Joy jumped up and ran back downstairs to the kitchen, returning minutes later with his coffee. She handed it to him carefully and then settled back down in the bed. "Thanks." She saw that he had already finished the egg casserole and was now downing the cup of coffee quickly. "Guess you're just as eager to open presents as I am," she grinned slyly. David laughed and handed her the empty cup. "Can you take that downstairs and then I'll be right down, ok?" Joy nodded and hurried downstairs with plate and cup in hand, rushing to get to the Christmas tree. She took a present from the towel drawer and hid it in the pocket of her robe as she heard David descending the stairs. She hadn't been sure she was going to give David the gift, but now was eager to see his face as he opened it. "Hurry up, Joy!" David called. "I don't have all day you know," he said teasingly. She laughed and hurried to the front room, fist closed tightly around the small package. She plopped down squarely in front of the Christmas tree like a little child. Christmas always brought that out in her. Although she knew she acted childishly a lot, Christmas was the only time when David never got upset by it, sometimes even joined her in immature behavior. "You go first," she said gleefully. David picked up the stack of envelopes that she had placed under the tree last night before church and began to open them. He laughed at some and kissed her for others. As he opened the last envelope, which she knew said "I promise to love you every day for the rest of my life", she thought she saw a little tear drop from his eye, but when he reached over to take her hand and give her a tender kiss, it was gone. "Ok, your turn," he nodded at her. She picked up the pile of envelopes with her name on them and joyfully opened them, savoring the love she knew was put into each one. "Aww," she cooed, as she read one, which promised her the pet of her choice. She had always wanted a cat, but David wasn't very fond of them so she had put the thought in the back of her mind. Her 'pamper day' certificate was last and she kissed him passionately after opening it. "I love you so much," she said, emotion choking her. The corner of the hidden gift in her pocket poked her and she withdrew it, holding it out for him. "One more, baby." "What's this?" he asked waggling his eyebrows at her in curiosity. She shrugged her shoulders as if to say, "I don't know" and he took it from her outstretched palm. His deft fingers pulled the packaging from the box and laid it carefully aside. The box was a deep red and obviously from a jewelry store, however David made a little show of shaking it gently and holding it to his ear like a child would to try to figure out what it was ahead of time. "Just open it, silly," she laughed. He grinned at her and took the lid off the box, shaking the smaller box out into his opposite hand. Joy's heart swelled with pride as he opened the box and looked wide-eyed at it for a moment before taking the gold bracelet out of the box. The bracelet had his name on one side and "Loving you forever. ~ Joy" engraved on the back. "It's so you can always take me with you," she smiled. "It's perfect, sweetheart." She helped him to clasp it around his wrist where the bracelet shimmered in the sunlight that was streaming into the living room. It looked good on him. "Thank you." He kissed her full on the lips, pressing lovingly against her. "I have something else for you too," he said as he broke the kiss and reached into his own pocket. He pulled another envelope from the robe and handed it to her, somewhat hesitantly. Joy looked at him wonderingly and slowly opened the envelope. "I want you to be happy. Let's adopt." said the slip of paper. Joy looked up at David, jaw dropped open, amazed that he was willing to go through with it. "Are you sure?" she asked, still in a bit of shock. "As sure as I'll ever be," he replied and in the next moment, she was on him. Both arms wrapped around his neck, as she squealed happily, knocking him over in the process. "I love you so much," Joy cried, covering his face in wet kisses as the tears began to fall from her eyes. "We'll take things slow, baby. I won't rush to do it and I'll listen to any hesitations you have, I promise!" The tears running down her cheeks were tears of joy and they mingled with David's as the two of them lay on the floor hugging. For Joy it was the best Christmas ever and proved more than ever that her husband did love her. They went to church again that evening. Joy joined in the songs of praise that were sung to the heavens. No longer at odds with her husband, the rest of the world didn't seem so bad either, and she warmly greeted the old church friends whom she had not spoken with in some time. She didn't tell anyone about the plan to adopt; she would wait for David to be ready. Christmas Gifts Author's note: I appreciate all the good thoughts and constructive criticism from my earlier stories. Keep them coming. And I'm always looking for attractive, mature married women to chat and exchange stories with. So ladies, if you enjoy this story, I would love to hear the how and why! Christmas Gifts 1 The first half of his college freshman year was the most sexually frustrating period of Luke Gerard's life. He was tall, handsome with his mother's blue eyes and his dad's dusty blonde hair, and had taken a baseball scholarship at Brown University. All of these factors lined up to get him laid, and he had still been dumb enough to try the long distance think with his high school sweetheart Kelly Gibbons. So he had resisted. He had been faithful. And he hadn't been home three hours before she paid him a visit and tearfully told him that she had moved on. Strangely, he wasn't as depressed by this fact as he was that he had been outright propositioned on three different occasions over the last several months at various parties, and had turned the girls down. So he found himself sitting at his parents' enormous breakfast table two days before Christmas Eve, wearing only a t shirt and boxers, chomping on Wheaties across from his dad, Richard. The old man had been one of the higher ups at Bank of America in Charlotte, had made his fortune, and got out before the whole operation collapsed back in 2008. He was an okay guy, but rich, distant, and always seemed bored with anything concerning his son. And at the moment, his son was squirming in his seat, trying to keep his hard on from bursting through his boxers and peaking its head over the tables edge. The reason, Luke was so aroused? The same reason he had been as horny as hell since he was thirteen: his mother, Candace, who at 39 years old was still the teenager's wet dream she had always been. 5'8" tall with the sculpted physique of an underwear model, which she had been when she snagged her wealthy older husband when she was 19. She was warm, flirty and fun, and this belied her sense of wit and intelligence. She had allowed her husband to provide her a life of leisure, had given birth to Luke when she was 21, and had waited for him to go to school before earning her degree in sexual psychology. She seldom practiced, though, only taking a case here and there, consulting now and then with another doctor. For the most part, she enjoyed the life of a rich, beautiful, stylish woman. He eyes were wide and ice-blue, her jet black hair shining and bouncing about her shoulders, her body full of curves but tight and lithe, with a meaty ass and large, perky breasts. As a teenager, Luke had been obsessed with one B-movie actress who made soft-core skin flicks for late night cable. Her name had been Joan Severance, and she had been a dead-ringer for Candace Gerard. So here he was, heartbroken and sexually frustrated while the hottest woman on the planet pranced about the kitchen adjusting flower arrangements in a silken white robe that was low-cut, and barely reached down below her ass. Her bare legs strutted across the kitchen as her husband said over his morning paper, "So what'll it be for Christmas this year, son?" Luke was startled out of a day dream in which, you guessed it, his mother was riding him as he lay back on the living room floor. "Huh?" "What'll it be for Christmas? One of those Ipads? That new Xbox doohickey?" "I have his Christmas gift all planned out this year, Richard. Don't you worry about it," Candace said turning around and kissing her husband on the cheek. She was already wearing make-up, dolled up for the day. "Besides, you're going to be late for work." And with that, Candace handed her husband his briefcase and ushered him out the door. When she returned, Luke was putting his cereal bowl in the sink. He turned and found her sitting in his chair, her legs crossed, almost every glorious inch of them visible. "Have a seat, sweetie. I want to talk to you about your Christmas gift this year." Luke slumped down into a chair across the table. He had waited for his dad to leave so no one would see the 9 inch anaconda struggling to break through his cotton boxers. And now his mom had caught him; but it wasn't the first time. 2 Candace had known that her son wanted her sexually since he was fifteen. She had her suspicions before then, but knew for certain when she peeked into his room and found him pleasuring himself as he held an lingerie catalogue photo in which she was posing in black thigh-highs with matching bra and panties. She eyed him coolly as she watched through the door. She wasn't surprised of course; Candace was well aware of her beauty and the power her sexuality gave her over men. And she had always been fascinated by the Oedipal complex, and had studied extensively. It was very common for young men to at least have sexual dreams about their mothers, and many desired their moms literally. Though she wasn't surprised by Luke's sexual urge to have her, Candace was surprised by her own reaction: that urge was reciprocated. Her son was tall, athletic, and had inherited his good looks and winning smile from her. His muscular body was getting more impressive every day, and now that she could see that even at the awkward age of fifteen he had a nine inch cock that he was jerking between his legs, she was more than impressed. But that was very little of the attraction, actually. Candace was a woman that could have any man, and knew it. She could find anyone just as attractive and virile as Luke any day of the week. No. It was the power she felt, knowing that even her own son desired her. The wicked thrill of cuckolding her husband in the most primal way possible. After seeing Luke that day, Candace began to focus on Oedipal research in her studies. Her thesis, which won her universal acclaim from her colleagues, was an argument that stated the Oedipal complex went both ways. That secretly, mothers have an innate desire to mate with their sons, that using that sexuality gave a mother a control over her son, creating a bond that was hierarchical and empowering to the mother. Her essay made all this sound theoretical, of course. But in her heart, Candace knew that between her and Luke, the desire was literal. And it was then, after a year of study, that Candace came to the conclusion that when Luke was of age she would take the initiative to completely redefine their relationship, not only between the two of them, but between she and her husband as well. Society and religion had, in her clinical view, distorted the natural progression the husband, wife, son relationship should have. Like Eve turning from Adam and mating with Cain, it was natural for Candace to replace Richard with a younger, more virile version of himself. And as she sat down across from a very sexually frustrated Luke that morning a few days before Christmas, Candace smiled in knowing that what she had planned for the last four years was finally here. 3 "Sweetheart," Luke's mother began, "I want you to know that I am very concerned about you, since the break up and all." Her thin robe was riding up high on her long, perfect, matronly legs. "How are you doing, baby?" Luke shrugged, "Rough, I guess. I just feel like I've waited and invested time in something that went know where." Candace sat eyeing him, nodding. She was so hot, Luke couldn't believe she didn't set the seat of her chair on fire. As she listened, She uncrossed her legs and sauntered over to stand behind Luke, massaging his shoulders as he poured his heart out to her. When he paused, she said, "Sweetie, a mother hates to see her son struggle like this. And admittedly, I can't replace whats her name, give back the time you've lost, or heal a broken heart." He could feel her leaning down to him, whispering, her breath hot in his ear. "But I want to give you something for Christmas that you have always wanted. And I think that it will at least take care of your physical needs, if not emotional ones..." Luke had closed his eyes, lolling his head back as he felt her strong, lithe finger pressing into his shoulders and back, and now his eyes snapped open. "Uhhh. Okay Mom." Candace's hair was brushing against his face, and she seemed so close to his ear that her lips were touching it. "Oh darling," she cooed. "I know what you really want for Christmas. A mother always knows. And I want to give it to you." "What Mom?" He could almost feel her smiling as she said, "You want to fuck me." The shock of hearing his mother say that made Luke start, jump fm his chair and whirl around. He felt as if his greatest secret was out, and his shame over-rided the dawning realization that his mother felt the same way. "How... what are you talking about?" Candace's eyes were cold now, calculating. She stepped forward, slowly untying her robe. "It's all right baby. I don't blame you. You are a young well-endowed man at his sexual peak, and it's only natural that you would want me." "Mom, I don't..." Candace laughed. "Oh please, Lucas. You sport a full fledged hard on every time I walk by. So tell me..." With this, she opened her robe, and the lightly freckled, perfect flesh of her bare body was presented to him. Her breasts were large, D's at least, with perfect areoles and nipples the size and color of pencil erasers. Her belly was flat but not hard, smooth and beneath it, a sight that made him gasp: a perfect pink drooling little clamshell, above it a neatly trimmed square shaped patch of dark pubic hair. She was a goddess. "Tell me that you don't want to pound me through a mattress?" "Uh..." She took another step forward, letting the gown slip from her shoulders. "Tell me you don't want to fuck my brains out, to have these legs wrapped around you and spurring you on." "Jesus...." "Tell me," she continued, "That you don't want me to do this..." and with that, Candace pushed Luke helplessly back into his chair. She straddled him, grinding her crotch against his bulging cock in a way that almost hurt, and then kissing him passionately. After a moment, Luke's shaking hands encircled her waist, running down her ass and he began to pull her against him in slow humping motions. Her skin was the softest, warmest thing he had ever touched. Her lips were like petals, and her breath was sweet, like fresh baked bread and cold milk. Candace began sliding down Luke's body, her pussy, her belly, and then her glorious breasts passing over his barely covered cock. She began to massage him through his boxers, on her knees and smiling up at him. "Relax..." She purred. "Give into your natural instincts, baby..." She reached in and Luke felt her soft hand encircle his cock and slowly pull it out, all nine inches looking swollen, hard, and angry. "Mmmmm. My poor sweetheart," She said, licking her hand and beginning to slowly pump his cock up and down. "Do you like that? Does that feel good?" "Yes Ma'am," he whimpered, arching his back. Candace felt a thrill she had never known. Here Luke was, nearly a man, but he was reverting almost to a little boy right in front of her. She felt totally in control, powerful, and she wanted to reward him for his obedience. "You're such a good, boy, Luke," the sexy matron moaned as she massaged the tightening keagle muscle between Luke's scrotum and anus, her other hand picking up its pace and moving up and down his shaft. "Will you come for mama? Will you come all over mama's tits, sweetheart? I just know you come more than you father." Luke gripped the sides of the chair and stared into her eyes, a wild look crossing his face, like he wanted to tear his own clothes apart but was restraining himself. Candace just smiled wickedly, her movements speeding up. "If you come in the next twenty seconds, darling, tomorrow mama will kneel down before you and suck your cock." Candace was aiming the head of Luke's cock between her breasts, grinning like the Cheshire Cat as she quietly mouthed "Nineteen... eighteen... seventeen." Luke wasn't even acting like a person anymore. Something animal had taken control of him, he was sweating, his ass tightening as he spread his legs wider and watched his mother pleasure him. Candace stopped counting with sixteen and said, "Oh sweetheart, I think you can beat the clock by a couple of laps...I'll tell you what...if you come before mama counts down to ten... oh, Luke, I'll swallow it for you... I'll swallow it all while your father sleeps down the hall baby..." A man can only stand so much, and that was all Luke Gerard could take. "AHHHHHH FUCK!" he cried out, his ass rising off the seat of the chair as the strongest orgasm of his life struck him, and a shot of semen so thick and hot it felt like a jolt of flame spewing from his pisshole erupted and splashed with a splat across Candace's perfect, full breasts. His mother opened her mouth in happy satisfied laughter as she slowed her movements, now making slow, deliberate pulls from bottom to top pointing Luke's cock at a different portion of her breasts each time she felt his cock buck and spurt, so that her globes were becoming glazed with her baby's potent man milk. And as I final act of sexy depravity, she lowered herself and turned her face up to her son, smirking, as she jerked a final huge salvo of his baby batter onto her upturned face, wear it arced over the bridge of her nose, up over her forehead, and ended with a slight glob in her dark, scented hair. "Mmmmmm," She purred, still on her knees but sitting back on her legs. "That was glorious, my baby," Candace husked, gently laying Luke's pulsing cock back on his belly, were it jerked and spasmed. She was covered in come, her breasts, her hands, her face. She looked down at a pearly white drop on her index finger, smiled at Luke, and made quite of a show of slipping it between her ruby red lips and tasting him. "You, my young hunk of a son, are doing a fine job of showing your poor father up." Luke couldn't help the satisfied, cocky look that crossed his face. "That so, mom? How?" Candace reached down and picked up her robe, slipping it over her shoulders, but leaving her sticky heaving breasts pointing proudly out between the opening. "Bigger cock, more come, and from what I can tell, a sweeter taste." She leaned forward and kissed the head of Luke's cock gently as it lay against his belly, then climbed up his body and gently pressed her lips to his. The then tapped the tip of his nose and said, "But I'm afraid I'll have to make sure of that little fact tomorrow night." "Mom," Luke said as she stood up and put her hands on her hips, cocking them to one side as she looked down at him. "You could find out right now if you wanted." Candace just laughed and shook her head. "What fun would it be to open all your Christmas presents at once?" and with that, Luke's gorgeous mother slowly sauntered away from his, robe still open, ass swaying, and he became hard as a rock when she looked back and gave him a naughty wink before disappearing into the hall and heading towards the master bedroom. 4 Richard Gerard was so nervous he was shaking. He had called into the bank and let them know he would be an hour or so late, and had pulled off down a dirt side road near the end of their subdivision. There were no houses there, as construction of that portion wasn't slated to begin for another year. He didn't know if Candace thought he was on his way to work or not, and he didn't really care. He was waiting. He knew it must be happening, or had already happened, and the thought simultaneously made his thrilled and sick to his stomach. Just thinking of his wife... and Luke... he had never, ever been so aroused. But he wouldn't touch. Not yet. He stared at the blackberry resting on his thigh, massaging his cock through his pants. And then it began to vibrate. Richard jumped in his seat, and swore as the blackberry fell to the car floor. He swore again when he bumped his head against the steering wheel in his earnestness to reach down and get it. When he opened it, he took a deep breath. It was Candace texting him. "DO YOU WANT TO KNOW, DARLING? DO YOU WANT ME TO TELL YOU?" She teased. "YES." He texted back. "YES WHAT?" "YES MA'AM," he replied. He waited. For minutes. His left hand was in his pants now, fishing out his six incher and tugging it roughly. Then her reply. "I KNELT BETWEEN OUR SON'S KNEES AND TOOK HIS HUGE COCK IN OUR HANDS, SWEETHEART. I LICKED THEM FIRST. THEN JERKED HIM OFF. HIS COCK HAS THREE INCHES ON YOURS, RICHARD." Moments passed. Another text: "WELL. FOUR IF YOU INCLUDE THE WAY HIS COCK SWELLED JUST BEFORE HE CAME ALL OVER ME." Richard was grunting like a dog now, pumping with his left hand, texting with his right: "MORE. TELL MORE." Another text: "HE COVERED ME IN A QUART OF COME, DARLING. HOT AND THICK AND STICKY. HE'S SUCH A MAN. SO VIRILE." After a moment, "I KNOW I PROMISED I WOULDN'T... BUT I TASTED IT, RICHARD. JUST A DROP. BUT I PROMISED HIM. I PROMISED LUKE TOMORROW I WOULD DRINK HIS CUM. DO YOU WANT ME TO?" Richard was masturbating furiously now. And almost felt like screaming out his rage. He was angry at her. At his son. At himself for loving it all. "YES OR NO, RICHARD. I WANT YOU TO SAY IT." "YES." He replied. "YES WHAT? SAY IT. SAY YOU WANT ME TO SWALLOW HIS COME." Richard groaned. He was so close. "YES DAMN YOU. I WANT YOU TO SWALLOW HIS COME." And then she did it. The phone buzzed and on his screen was a picture of his beautiful wife, blowing him a kiss, naked and covered in thick, pearly white semen. Richard came harder than he ever had when he read the accompanying message: "MERRY CHRISTMAS, DARLING. MORE GIFTS FOR MY TWO HANDSOME MEN TOMORROW." To be continued...