12 comments/ 236115 views/ 66 favorites Mom's Christmas Treat By: Jackcarter The following events and characters are fictional and all persons over the age of 18-years. The purpose of the story is to arouse and entertain. Lets keep it firmly in the land of fiction folks. Enjoy. * CHAPTER ONE Danny was eighteen years old and had just started university. Although he was looking forward to the experience it was a little soured by the fact that he couldn't afford to live away from home. He came from a one-parent family, his father having abandoned him and his mum several years ago, and they simply didn't have the funds to spend on additional accommodation. He knew that his father had suspected his mother of numerous affairs although he never had any proof. His mother hadn't helped matters either; she constantly flirted with his father's friends, her girlfriends' husbands, and even Danny's school friends. And that wasn't all -- she constantly dressed provocatively, almost sluttish, particularly at the gym where she maintained her amazing figure. It was like she couldn't help herself. In the end her father was consumed with distrust and couldn't take it anymore. Danny was left to pick up the pieces. Although he hated his father for leaving the way he did, a larger part of him knew the blame had to land squarely in the lap of his mother and her behavior. And after his father left, his mother went from bad to worse. Now that there was only Danny at home and no one to scold her she would quite often walk around in her sexiest little secretary outfits. It was all stockings, short skirts and tight blouses. And it drove Danny insane. Growing up amid such flirtatious behavior Danny couldn't help but be aware of her highly charged sex-drive, and it left him with very mixed emotions about the boundaries of their relationship. In fact, it sometimes seemed that there were no boundaries. As he became older she had become more brazen. For instance, several weeks ago Danny had bought himself a camera and had spent hours taking photos of absolutely everything. Ever the exhibitionist his mother had insisted she be allowed to model for him. What followed could only be described as a master class in titillation. Dressed in one of her sexy outfits, and without removing a single article of clothing, she managed to tease her son into a state of severe frustration. Whether it was the slight reveal of bare skin above her stocking; the ease with which she flashed her cleavage or the subtle poses that provided easy up-skirt shots, his mother, unintentionally or otherwise, produced a display that kept him hard for hours. A few days later she had almost caught him masturbating over the photos, and although she acted innocent her little half-smile told him that she knew what he'd been up to. His suspicion was finally confirmed on Christmas Eve when she sat him down in the living room and explained that she hadn't been able to afford many gifts for him that year. He could smell whisky on her breath and realized that she'd been drinking. Things were always worse when she was drunk, what little restraint she had would often vanish altogether. That said, on this occasion she only appeared to be slightly tipsy and actually seemed genuinely upset at ruining her son's Christmas. Danny tried his best to reassure her that this was not the case, but she shook her head and refused to listen. "No no no. I've been a bad mom on so many levels. I always think about myself, about what I want, and what I need. I know you have needs and desires too but I've ignored them. I've been so selfish. And I need to make it up to you, if you'll let me." Without a moment hesitation she stripped down to a tiny black thong and a bra that barely contained her impressive tits before explaining her plan to her astonished son. She would model various items of underwear and, since he was a growing man and because she wanted to make up for the paucity of gifts, he would be allowed to watch. Her only proviso was that he had to sit in his underwear too. Danny was stunned and didn't know what to stay. He nervously took off his clothes and sat on the sofa in his boxer shorts. True to her word, for the next ten minutes his mother paraded around their living room in the sexiest little bras, panties and thongs. She was a 36-year old sex-goddess. Danny sat motionless, a huge erection tenting his shorts. He knew his mother was drunk and it was sooo wrong, but honestly -- he was only human. After several minutes of teasing and provocative posing, his mother slowly approached him. She leaned down, her breasts inches from his face and kissed his cheek. And then she looked down at the tent in his shorts, held her gaze at his crotch for a few slow, deliberate seconds and then looked back at him with a crooked drunken smile. "Mmmm, its okay honey -- mommy doesn't mind if her big boy touches himself while he watches. Its normal for big boys to touch themselves." As she drew away, her right hand brushed (accidently?) over the tip of his cock and set it bobbing in his pants. Danny couldn't believe his ears. What was she saying -- that she wanted him to wank for her? He looked up and she had continued her posing, as though it was the most normal thing ever. For a moment he struggled with inner turmoil but in the end his lust won out. His mother paused briefly as he stood, then smiled as he dropped his boxer shorts to his ankles and kicked them away. His cock throbbed at her from between his legs. "That's it honey," she purred, "be a good boy for mommy." Sitting back down Danny simply watched for a moment longer, enjoying having his cock out in the open while his mother continued with her sexy display. After about a minute of this, his mother looked over her shoulder at him and pouted "Aren't you going to stroke it for mommy?" She got on all fours and crawled over to him, pushing his legs apart so that she could look up at him from between them. Her face was inches from his cock and as she spoke he could feel her hot breath on his tight purple head. "Maybe you're a bit shy. Is that what it is?" His cock twitched involuntarily and she smiled mischievously. "Or maybe you think mommy's going to do it for you?" Danny's heart lurched in his chest and his cock twitched again, this time more forcefully. "Yes," his mum continued "that's what it is isn't it?" She looked at him and her eyes flashed. "You want mommy to stroke that big old cock of yours don't you." Danny still didn't answer; it was like he'd forgotten how to speak. He simply nodded quickly, hopefully. "You're such a naughty boy." She mock-scolded him. "You know mommy isn't allowed to touch you there, you're so naughty for trying to tempt her to be bad." But despite her words she dipped her head and softly began blowing warm air along his shaft. She worked her way from base to tip her mouth barely an inch from his skin. "Yes," she said "so naughty, so tempting." She looked at him, smiled teasingly, and then her lips parted. Her mouth was wide open; he could see her perfect white teeth and her tongue slipped outward. She was moving closer, closer and Danny held his breath in anticipation and disbelief. His mother was going to suck him off! His cock moved past her tongue, though they didn't touch and he was approaching the entrance to her mouth. And then she stopped. She looked him in the eyes and held the pose, slowly torturing him. His cock was throbbing, begging for attention. Unable to help himself, Danny thrust forward making contact with her warm wet tongue. It was the briefest of touches but it felt sublime. Danny's mother drew back and looked at him sternly. "You naughty bad boy! How dare you touch mommy's tongue with your cock! Especially when she just told you that she wasn't allowed to touch you there." "I...I," Danny stammered. He didn't know what to say, he had been so close! "Did you think I was going to suck you off? Is that what you think of mommy? That she's just some cum-slut who will pop any old dick in her mouth -- even her son's? Well you've blown it now mister. And just think, mommy was feeling sorry for you and was seriously considering grabbing hold of your big old dick and jerking it off." "But.." "But nothing mister. You had to go and take things too far and ruin your Christmas treat." "I'm sorry mum." His mother looked back at him and sighed theatrically. "Okay. Its okay. Its Christmas, so why don't we just pretend it didn't happen. I tell you what -- I'll go and put on my final outfit and model it for you." She paused and then said "And if you want, you can jerk off while you watch." His mother left the room and Danny sat back in the chair. He still had a painful erection and couldn't get his head around what had just transpired. She was obviously playing some kind of horny drunken game with him. The final outfit was the most revealing. She was wearing tight red lacy panties and sporting a shameless camel-toe. Her bra basically consisted of two tiny red stars that barely covered her nipples and which were held in place by a delicate almost invisible strap. Her breasts were incredible, not too small not too big, just right. And by the position of the stars her nipples were still perky and perfectly placed. It was all too much for Danny and he began stroking himself as soon she began posing. She smiled happily but acted as though she didn't care. Every now and then she would sneak a peak as he jerked. He was taking it slowly, with all of her teasing she had already taken him close to the brink and he knew it wouldn't take much to make him cum. Pre-cum was already pouring from his slit and the room was quiet except for the slick noises of his wanking. This continued for several minutes and as his stroking became more frantic, his mother spent less and less time posing as she kept looking expectantly at his cock. Finally it became too much for her and she settled on her knees in front of him. "Mommy's really sorry for getting mad earlier honey." "That's okay mom, I'm sorry too. I really didn't mean to touch your tongue with my...you know...thing. Did it really taste that bad?" "Oh honey you mustn't think that -- it was sooo yummy. But you know that mommy isn't allowed to touch you like that, no matter how delicious your cock tasted. No matter how much she wants to eat your cum." "Delicious?" His mum looked up at him and grinned seductively "De..." she licked her lips slowly and smacked them together wetly "...licious." She placed her hands high on the inside of his thighs and rubbed them encouragingly. "Now that's enough talking, stop being such a tease and whip some cream up for mommy. Mmmmm go on baby, stroke it for mommy she wants to see a nice big load of juicy cum. " She moaned and crooned and encouraged and then he was coming. Coming harder than ever before, great huge spurts of cum that landed on his hands, his stomach and the sofa. His mother continued rubbing his thighs and she was whispering over and over "Good boy, good boy." CHAPTER TWO Christmas Day was strange. Danny's mother had woken with hung-over and ashamed at what she had done. How could she look her son in the eyes? Despite her regret she couldn't deny the eroticism of the moment, the truth was she had enjoyed it -- the posing, the sight of him wanking and coming for her but most of all she had enjoyed teasing him. Those brief seconds when her son's cock was right up in her face, blowing on it, pretending that she was going to suck it, watching the agony and lust in his expression, those brief seconds had been incredible. She had felt so powerful. When she had gone to bed that night she had been so hot that she came within seconds of touching her pussy. But this was her son. How could she have crossed the line so badly? When she finally found the courage to face him, she gingerly walked downstairs. He was sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast. "Merry Christmas Danny." She said nervously. He didn't reply, he simply looked at her and flushed. She walked past him and made herself a coffee. For the next five minutes there was nothing but silence. There was an awkward strained tension between mother and son, a line had been crossed and they didn't know how to talk about it. Finally, she could take it no more: "Sorry for the lack of presents honey. I'll make it up to you I promise." He looked at her searchingly for a moment "Like last night? That kind of 'make it up' to me?" For a moment she saw a spark of hope and lust cross his face and she felt a pit of despair in her stomach. "Danny, last night was," she began but didn't know how to finish. Last night was ... what? Wrong? A mistake? Hot? Her son shook his head with disappointment at her mixed emotions. "Don't worry about it mum." He snapped and stood up. "I'm going out. I bought you a present; it's under the tree. I guess I am a good boy." And then he left. She spent the rest of Christmas Day alone. Danny didn't return for dinner and as the hours wore on she became increasingly worried and desperate. Had she driven him away like she did his father? Was this the end of her family life? She tried calling him several times on his mobile, but he obviously had it switched off. Day turned into night and her despair deepened. She considered calling the police but then imagined the conversation she would have: "Yes officer he was deeply upset. Last night I teased him into wanking off for me." "No officer I didn't touch him...there, although I really wanted to lick up his cum as it dribbled down his shaft." Suddenly the front door opened and Danny walked into the living room. She leaped to her feet and threw her arms around him. "Where have you been?" she sobbed, "I've been worried sick!" "Walking. Thinking." He mumbled "Drinking." His breath smelled of alcohol although he didn't appear drunk. "And I thought maybe you needed time to think about what you...did." "About what I did?" she said, "Of course I've been thinking about what I did, I've been thinking about it all day. And I'm sorry Danny. Really really sorry." Danny sighed. "I've been thinking about it all day too. I can't get it out of my head." He pushed her away "But you know what?" he said, "I'm tired of thinking about it. I've had a massive hard-on all day and so instead of thinking about it I'm going to sit here and have a wank." "What?" she whispered in disbelief. "You heard me, I'm going to have a wank." He smiled at her confidently "And you're going to watch me aren't you?" It was a statement more than a question. His mum paled and swallowed hard, she thought about how lonely she'd been all day, about how she thought she had driven him away. And then she considered the alternative and how wrong it was. But it was the lesser of two evils, and after all, she reasoned, it wasn't like she hadn't already seen him jerk off. "Okay Danny." She agreed. "Okay." Two minutes later he was sat opposite her, his cock exposed and he was slowly jerking it. They sat in silence. She watched his hand glide up and down his shaft. Her eyes were glued to his cock and Danny grinned. "Do you realize how wrong this?" he asked. "Mommy watching her son wank." She looked at him and nodded. "I know." She said and despite herself she carried on watching him jerk. "But you like it don't you?" "Uh-huh." She nodded. "I'm sorry, I can't help it." "Say it then." He said, "Admit it." She looked him in the eyes "Mommy likes watching her son beat his bad ol' cock." He smiled triumphantly "Well since you love it so much, how about you give your son something to jerk off to? How about you lose the dressing gown and give me a bit of a show. It so naughty to sit there and watch your son, but think how naughty it would feel to know he's beating off because of you -- his very own naughty sexy mommy." Danny's mum pulled her gown tighter about her "But I'm not wearing a bra." Danny didn't reply, just stared at her and continued stroking. They both knew it was a weak argument considering her outfit the night before. She paused for a few seconds and then gave in. Standing up she disrobed. Her perfect breasts were perky above her tight torso and silk black panties. She felt a rush of power as his masturbation suddenly became more intense. It excited her. Slowly and teasingly she began dance for him. She was lithe and seductive. She cupped her breasts and jiggled them hypnotically in his face before placing one foot on her chair and leaning into it. Displaying her long legs, her pert butt and almost but not quite revealing her pussy. She turned again and sunk to her knees thrusting and gyrating her hips. She slipped smoothly onto her back and spread her legs. A damp spot was visible on the front of her panties. Danny shuffled forward to get a better view and in the process his cock and balls hung freely over the edge of the sofa. His mum brought her legs back together and pushed his thighs apart with her feet. She then slid them slowly up the inside of his legs until they were either side of his dick. She rubbed his inner thigh gently then dragged the big toe of her right foot over his scrotum. It was a brief touch but Danny groaned appreciatively and it brought her to her senses -- no touching remember. She realized she had taken it further than she planned and so drew herself back onto her chair. Once again she spread her legs and then hung them over the armrests. Slowly tracing her hands along her thighs she cupped her pussy mound and held her hand there. Throughout the saucy display Danny had wanked frantically, but now he paused. "That was so hot mommy," He said, "but do you know what would be really hot?" "Mmm what's that baby?" "Why don't you flash some snatch?" he dared. His mum bit her lip as though she were thinking about it, but truth be told she was so turned on she couldn't possibly say no. Danny's eyes lit up as she caught hold of her panties and dragged them to one side. Like a man possessed he shuffled forward and sunk to his knees between her legs. He continued his masturbation in slow easy strokes, but now it was like he was worshipping her pussy and she felt powerful, like a goddess. Her pussy was shaved and dripping and she desperately wanted to pull his head closer, to feel him lapping hungrily at her clit. But no touching remember? Danny whispered mischievously "You know a really naughty mommy would play with her little pussy while her son jerked off." "That's really naughty honey. You shouldn't tempt mommy like this, especially when you know what a bad bad mommy she is." She licked two fingers of her left hand, "Oh I'm a bad bad mommy." As she spoke she brought her hand down to her mound and began tracing small circles around her clit. For a few minutes no one said anything as they each played with themselves, caught up in the sexual tension. They were hot and sweaty and excited. Danny's mum was in the process of fingering herself when her son suddenly looked at her sternly and sat back down on the sofa. "Okay mommy, its time for you to make it up to me now." He looked at her firmly, "Like last night." Grinning seductively she sank to her knees and crawled on all fours to him. Just like the night before she pushed his legs to one side, dipped her head and began blowing on him. She was so close she was almost touching; she blew on his balls and then worked her way slowly up his shaft. When she reached the top she began tracing small circles around his cock head with her breath. She continued for a few seconds before drawing back. Again like the night before, she ran her hands up the inside of his legs, coaxing him onwards. "So do you have a big batch of Christmas cream ready for mommy?' she purred, "Mmmm, mommy can't wait to see your big old cock explode for her." He smiled at her "Its all for you mommy, right here in my Christmas sack." Mom's Christmas Treat She continued lightly rubbing his thighs and crooned "Mmm it looks so tight. It must be really full." "Why don't you feel for yourself?" he offered. She frowned and swallowed hard. "You mustn't tempt mommy like that. You know she's a bad mommy. Its so naughty." "Yes it is," he said. "Very naughty, but then you've already rubbed me with your foot tonight. How much naughtier could it be?" She didn't answer, merely sat there rubbing his thighs and chewing her bottom lip with indecision. And then, as if in a trance she traced both her thumbs down his scrotum, lightly brushing his hairs. Temptation finally got the better of her and she cupped his balls in her palm, gently squeezing and massaging. "You bad boy," She scolded playfully "you bad bad boy." "Sorry mommy, but I need to come so badly. You've been so wicked with all your teasing. I feel like I would explode if you blew on my cock again -- I'd probably cum all over you. Imagine how deliciously naughty it would be..." Her heart skipped a beat as she thought about it. Being able to make him cum with just her breath, now that would be hot. "Do you want mommy to make you cum?" she teased and edged closer. Danny paused and then slowly peeled back his foreskin revealing his hot purple helmet, slick and sticky with pre-cum. Her eyes flashed with excitement as he held his shaft at the base and directed it toward her. Ever so softly, she began to blow onto his head. His cock twitched in his hand and she knew he was close. He groaned and slipped his other hand behind her head. "Baby?" she paused, surprised. And then a feeling of unease crept over her as he looked down at her lustily. "Open wide mommy." He commanded. "What? No!" she said, shocked. Suddenly it didn't feel like a game anymore and she tried to pull away, but he held her there firmly. Panicking, she reacted the only way she knew how. She reached out and wrapped her fist lightly around his shaft. Barely grazing his skin she began to stroke softly. "Mmm, don't spoil it baby, we've been having such naughty fun." "You're the only one spoiling things." He replied sullenly, but he relaxed his grip on her regardless. She continued to pump him, expertly varying her grip and rhythm to great effect. "You look so hot doing that mum." He encouraged. "How does it feel?" Surrendering to the fact that she was now jerking off her own son, she relaxed into it, and despite how much she tried to deny it, she felt hot, sexy. Her pussy was dripping into her panties; she suddenly realized how close she was to cumming. And then she felt fingertips on her nipples, flicking, pinching, tugging gently. "I said," Danny repeated, "how does it feel?" He continued to tease her breasts and she groaned. "Ohhhhh GOD, it feels good. So hard, so wet." And she realized it was wet. Really wet. A steady stream of pre-cum was leaking from his cock, dribbling down her wrist. Slick and sticky. "Try some." Danny whispered, edging her ever onwards. "What -- no I mustn't." she said, and then moaned again as he pinched a little harder. "Try some." He urged "Its there on your wrist, all you need to do is lick. Go on, try some." Giving in she leaned down and quickly swept her tongue up the inside of her arm. She tasted salt and musk and she liked it. Danny looked at her quizzically. "Good?" he asked. She nodded. "Mmm, good." She confirmed. Emboldened, Danny stroked two fingers along her wrist, gathered up more juice then held them out to her. "More?" he offered. "Yes." She said and slipped his fingers into her mouth. "You look so hot mom." Danny encouraged and scooped up more and more, feeding her his juice. She took it from him eagerly, savoring the taste. "Yummy." She purred, smacking her lips together. She felt so sexy now, so hot, so possessed by sexual tension. 'What must this look like?' She thought. 'I'm kneeling topless between my son's legs, jerking his cock and tasting his pre-cum while he plays with my titties. This is so naughty.' "Yummy?" Danny interrupted her thoughts and offered his fingers again. She took them without a second thought and he grinned. "Well you know," he began and started tracing his finger around his helmet. It was slick and shiny and made juicy sticky noises as he circled slowly. "there's so much more you're missing out on." His mother paused again, eyeing him carefully, considering his words and forgetting why she'd been so resistant to the idea in the first place. 'Because its bad!' Her subconscious yelled. 'Oh right. That.' Seeing her torn with indecision her brushed her hands away from his cock, and then pulled his foreskin back completely. She watched nervously as he continued circling his finger around his juicy helmet. "Please don't make me." She begged meekly. Danny ignored her pleas and raised his cock toward her lips. No need for a hand on her head now. "Open." He demanded firmly. And this time she did. She stretched her tongue out and swirled it around his head, whipping up his pre-cum, swallowing, tasting. Her defenses were finally broken and she completely surrendered to her forbidden urges. She began lapping contentedly at his slit. "Oh my, I think she likes it." Danny stroked his mom's head happily. "Come and get it mommy, come and get it." It was Danny's turn to groan as his mother leaned forward and his cock slipped along her tongue and between her parted lips. He was engulfed in warmth and wetness. Her velvety tongue played against the underside of his dick. "Ohhhh." He settled back into his chair and let her take control. She expertly played him like he was a musical instrument. She sucked with varying intensity, she nibbled his shaft and she whirled her tongue around his head. Sometimes she pushed it against the inside of her cheek and flicked her tongue along it like a blade. Other times she held him by his tip and sucked, hard-soft-hard-soft. Back and forth, round and round, in and out. He never knew what was coming next. She ate him with an eagerness that betrayed the emptiness of her earlier protests. She was relishing it, she wanted it, and she needed it. Danny had spent so long waiting for this moment, so long on the verge of cumming that he couldn't hold it in any longer. He let out a huge groan of release as his shaft pulsed and exploded. "Oh oh oh don't stop mommy don't stop...uuuuuuuhhhh!" She held him tightly in her mouth as spurt after spurt splashed onto her tongue and finally it was too much to bear; she jammed her fingers between her legs and she came too. As she shook with convulsions she groaned around his cock, and the vibrations increased the intensity of his ejaculation. She swallowed as much of his cum as she could before it began to spill out onto her chin, her breasts his stomach. And still he came. Nine-times. Ten-times. Eleven. He lost count. She kept working him hungrily with her mouth until he was only semi-hard. It was almost unbearable. Finally it was over. Danny lay back in the chair exhausted watching his ravenous mom eat his cum. "Hungry?" He asked. She purred back at him "You naughty naughty boy, how could you make your own mother eat your cum?" It was a rhetorical question and her eyes twinkled at him with satisfaction. "Your lovely juicy cum." He grinned at her "Merry Christmas mom." She looked up at him, her lips smeared with soft white pearls, and smiled back. "Merry Christmas son." And then, like a little kitten at a saucer of milk, she happily began lapping away at his cum-covered cock. Merry Christmas indeed. THE END.