10 comments/ 93014 views/ 38 favorites Christmas Gifts Ch. 02 By: RoughNTumble Author's Note: Here is the second part of the "Christmas Gifts" story. Thank you all for your comments, encouragement, and suggestions. I incorporated a few of them into the story this time, and I hope you approve of the outcome. As always, any married (or unmarried, for that matter) ladies who are interested in chatting or having me write a story for and about them, please feel free to contact me. Enjoy! * Richard Gerard had secretly fantasized about watching another man take his wife for years. The strange thing was that he was also quite jealous of her. The way she flirted with men at parties, the long stares she would receive as she moved through a room, every curve of her incredible body on display regardless of what she was wearing. But often times Richard would stand in the shower, furiously pumping his seven inch cock while picturing Candace with a younger muscular man. He imagined taking her to a college bar, sitting across the room drinking Soco and sprite while Candace chose her stud, maybe a tall football player, tempting him, teasing him and then propositioning him. Would he come home with her, she would ask. He would of course assent, and then she would point across the room at Richard, and tell the young man, "There is one catch though, handsome. See that man over there? He's my husband. And he wants to be our DD tonight. And since he is being so kind as to convey us safely to bed, I say the least we can do is to let him watch you fuck me, don't you?" Richard's fantasy had many variables: his wife sucking the young man off in the backseat as he drove them home. He sitting fully dressed as Candace fucked her stud in every position with all the hunger and lust she had inside her. And many other things. But though this had been his fantasy for years, over the last five or so, it was the only one involving Candace that really excited him. Their sex life had become dull, and they both knew it. Richard wandered a bit during that time, of course. He was still rather attractive, wealthy, and it wasn't easy to have trysts with the occasional pretty young thing. But even those always paled in comparison with the dynamic sexual encounters he had experienced with his wife when they were first a couple. He missed being excited about his wife, who was still the most beautiful woman he had ever known. Always adventurous, Candace had suggested they try numerous things. Sex in public. Costumes. Role play. And then one day, he suggested that his role be that of the young stud in his fantasy, and for the first time in awhile, the sex was actually good. Afterwards, as they lay in bed cuddling, Candace asked him outright. Richard should have seen it coming; she was brilliant, intuitive, and could always read him. Her understanding of the darkest parts of human sexuality, of his sexuality, was almost preternatural. Hell, it was her field of study, after all. And yet, Richard was somehow actually shocked when Candace whispered in his ear, "Darling, you would like to watch me fuck another man in real life, wouldn't you?" Stunned a moment, Richard quickly stammered, "No! Of course not! It's just a little fantasy I've had a time or two. I couldn't bear for you to be with another man!" Candace slithered her long leg over his midriff and straddled her husband, smiling a smile that could melt steel. "Richard, sweetheart. You can't fool me. "She began moving her hips against him, the bare, trimmed brown softness of her bush tickling his hardening member. "I know the secret desires of your heart. Don't you think I want to make them come true? I love you." Richard narrowed his eyes. He could never tell when his wife was working him over. It was completely within her abilities and character to convince him that one of her wants was actually his. And knowing this, he took the bait anyway. Maybe he didn't care if her motivations were concern for him, or her own. "Would you be willing?" He whispered. "Well, I have to be honest. Actually having you in the room would make me uncomfortable. And it would definitely make the young man I have in mind uncomfortable, I'm sure." "Wait. You already have a man in mind?" Richard said, surprised and a little hurt. It must have showed on his face, because Candace quickly said, "Oh honey, don't look that way. Part of the attraction to this... young man I have been thinking about, is that he reminds me so much of you when you were his age. And I never would have brought this up if it wasn't something I thought you wanted." And she smiled again. Man, she was pouring the sugar on this thing. She must want whoever this is badly, Richard thought. And the idea excited him. A lot. "But like I said, I don't think I could do it with you actually in the room. But I have a couple of ideas for compromise. Ways you could enjoy my little adventure without literally being there." Richard gasped as his now rock hard phallus slipped inside Candace's soft, hot love pocket. He would agree to anything now, and he knew it. "You sound like a woman with a plan." She began to ride him then, her meaty, perfect ass swaying back and forth on him, the head of his cock dragging back and forth across her cervix. "I do have a plan, darling. But I am going to hold on to most of the details for a while," She said speeding up her tempo. "I have decided that sharing this experience with you will be one of your Christmas gifts." She eyed Richard coolly as he writhed beneath her. She was in total control, and they both loved it. She owned him. He would give into anything now. Richard gripped her hips and arched his back, crying out as Candace placed her hands on his chest and rode on. "Would you like to know the young stud I've chosen, Richard? Would you like to know who is going to be fucking your wife in a few months? On this very bed where we sleep? Whose cock I am going to suck? Do you want to know who is going to be filling me with his come?" Breakneck pace now. In moments Richard would have the strongest orgasm of his life, "Do I know him?" "Yes, you know him well, darling." "Who? WHO?" Richard felt his trigger trip and just as he came, Candace cried out the name of the man she intended to make her lover. "LUKE!" She cried out as she rode Richard through their mutual orgasm. "LUKE IS GOING TO FUCK ME WHILE YOU WATCH!" ** Luke Gerard could barely sleep the night before Christmas Eve Day. He wasn't sexually inexperienced for a guy his age, but he was no cooter hound. Four girls including his shitty ex girlfriend. And none of those experiences had held a candle to his mother, with her movie starlet good looks and playboy bunny body, jerking him off. Had she meant it when she said she was going to suck his cock? And while his dad "slept down the hall?" And was she going to let him finish in her mouth and swallow? He had always dreamed of what that would feel like. The chicks he had been with so far had barely been generous enough to give him a knob polish with their mouths. But now he had a promise from the sexiest female he could imagine that she was going to take everything he had to offer down her gullet. Could this thing actually happen? And how the fuck was he supposed to sleep with something like that in play? So he laid there, his cock at full mast, desperately wanting to jerk off. But if his mom actually came through and paid him a visit, he wanted to be ready to go. Jesus, what if he jerked off and then she knocked on his door two minutes later. What if that made her decide against the whole thing and just pass on it. But what if she never showed changed her mind? And with all this on his mind, Luke finally nodded off with a nine inch tent spike in his boxers about 3:30 AM. Fitful sleep. And then it was filled with warm softness, and the scent of cherry blossoms. And then it was filled with kisses so tender and tasty that Luke opened him eyes. "Thank god you came," he said to his mother Candace, who had slipped into bed beside him, cuddle him in the early light of dawn, and was half straddling him beneath his covers. She was wearing a lovely pink baby doll nighty, and she was everything that is beauty and sensual pleasure in the world. "Of course I came, baby," She whispered. "You've been a good boy, this year, and you deserve every gift your loving mother can shower you with." And with this, she touched his face and kissed him. Luke pulled his mother close, the swell of her perfect C cups pressing against him through the sheer fabric of her babydoll. For the next ten minutes, their hands explored slowly, and Luke fell in love with every curve, every soft hot inch of flesh his mother had to offer. She was a delight to every human sense. He neck tasted like coconut. Her hair smelled of jasmine. Her soft coos and cries were a song in his ears. Her blue eyes were a color that hypnotized him. The hot press of her moistening flesh electrified his. "Oh sweetheart, I would love to make out with you all day," his mom said, smiling, "But your father will be waking up soon, and I promised a certain good little boy that mommy would be swallowing his come for Christmas." And with that, Candace began to slither down Luke's body, kissing his bare chest, slipping the covers from both of them, and trailing her tongue down his abdomen as she went. And then suddenly his boxers were off and on the floor, and his gorgeous mother was on her knees between his legs and bending over, smiling up at him as she licked his rock hard member. God, how she relished her power over him. This was so much more exciting than she had even hoped. As she looked up into her son's face, Candace was overjoyed to see so much pleasure, so much love, and desire so strong that she could ask anything of him. She owned him. She owned her little boy again as completely as she had when he was a child. He belonged to her completely. But he was no child now. He was a man with needs that she was aching to fulfill. She licked up the inside of his thigh, spreading his legs on either side of her as she kneaded his egg-sized balls. She leaned a little further down and took one of them in her mouth, suckling it gently, and then made her way back up his cock and finally opened her mouth and throat wide, taking every inch of Luke in deep in one stunning move. She watched him the way a cat watches its prey as he writhed on the bed. Luke would not be lasting long this time, but no man could. Candace never took her eyes from his as she moves up and down his shaft with long, slow, hot sucks, one hand lovingly stroking his belly while the other massaged the kegel muscle below his testicles. "Mom..." Luke muttered his mind a fevered jumble of lust and pleasure. "Mom... Oh god. I'm going to come. Please, please don't stop..." Candace smiled around his cock, winked at him, and sped up, but only by a half step. The wink is what did it. She watched Luke arch his back and relished the guttural cry he gave as she felt his cock swell, the head of it ballooning in her mouth. She pulled off a bit so that her lips only came down perhaps two inches beneath the ridge of the purple helmet. She didn't want Luke shooting it all down her throat. She wanted to taste her son, and she curled her tongue a bit inside the vacuum seal of her mouth and felt her sons cock swell and burst, his sweet, salty semen gushing forth suddenly like juice from a fresh piece of fruit. Candace sucked greedily as he burst again, and again, and again, their eyes never parting. She mewled her satisfaction around his cock as she sucked him dry, watching him over the ridges of his manly abs. and when she felt his orgasm ease, the intense pressure of his cock diminish, Candace let her son's cock slowly slip from her pretty lips, keeping every precious drop of his baby batter in her mouth. She savored it a moment, closed her eyes, and swallowed. Then she smiled and said, "I was right, baby. You are sweeter than your father." She stood and leaned down over Luke, he now as helpless as a puppy before her, and kissed him tenderly. "See?" she said, beaming a grin of pearly white teeth at him. "Now be a good boy, and mama will bring you your big present tomorrow." With that, she left him quivering with lust, his cock already restiffening as she closed his door behind her and padded down the hall to the bedroom she shared with her husband Richard. He was not asleep of course, but sitting up in bed, naked, his cock softening in his hand, come splattered freshly all over the sheets in front of him. "I take it you heard, even from in here?" Candace said with a grin. "Just... just the last part. When he came... it was incredible." He looked up at her as she slipped into bed beside him. "Did you, you know, swallow for him?" Candace smirked at him. "Let's just say you wouldn't like the taste if you kissed me right now." *** Despite the fact that his mother's early morning visit had been the single most exciting sexual experience of Luke's life, he felt could not help but feel remorse when he went downstairs a few hours later and met his father out on the veranda. Richard was giving directions to the workmen he had hired to do some last minute decorating for the party they were going to have that evening (the Gerard's through a Christmas Eve party for friends and colleagues every year), and as Luke walked up and stood beside him, His heart sank with guilt. He had never been close to his father, but he did not dislike him. And as he saw what a great mood Richard appeared to be in, how happy he seemed, his heart sank. If you only knew, pops, Luke thought. If you only knew where your wife was this morning. "Take a hand there! That's right, I want the hanging lights all along the woodwork! There you go!" Richard said, a big smile on his face. He turned to Luke and slapped him on the back, a warm gesture that he had rarely shared with his son. And it made Luke feel even lower. "So how's my boy this morning! Ready for the big party?" "I don't know, Dad. I think I might just go out to a flick with Carson instead." Richard nudged his arm playfully. "Horseshit! I aim to make a special toast to you this evening. We just got your first semester grades, and as expected, all A's. How can I brag on you if you're not here?" They went back and forth a bit more, but Luke relented. And then everyone was at their palatial house, and Luke was taking coats and putting them away for guests, and his mom was standing alongside his father as if nothing had happened, shaking hands and graciously welcoming people in. Candace looked smoldering this evening, of course, in form-fitting red dress with spaghetti straps, matching pumps and lipstick, and a pearl necklace. She was wearing her hair up, and she kept eating Luke alive with her eyes like she wanted to get down on her knees and suck him off in front of the whole room full of guests. Candace was always entertaining at parties, and after Richard's big toast to Luke, she entertained everyone with a game of Rorschach. Candace had always thought visualizing things in inkblots was ridiculous, and so she made fun of the entire idea by having her guests look at her own set of black and white ink blot cards and coming up with witty, often laugh out loud funny remarks about what guests "saw." Luke just sat off to the side, and as the evening wore away and the last of the guests left, Candace noticed him. The look of lust she had affected all evening disappeared and was replaced by one of concern. She gave a few last instructions to the wait staff as they bussed the dining room tables, and sashayed over to Luke, sitting down across from him, smiling tenderly the way a woman does to a man with whom she has just realized she is madly in love. "Why so glum sweetie bear?" Her voice was warm, soft. God he loved her. Luke could have cried. But goddamn, he hated men that cry. "I betrayed my father, mom. In the worst way. I am the biggest piece of shit walking the earth." Candace was quiet a moment, then she said, "Darling. I owe you an apology. I wanted this new and exciting relationship between you and I to be a fun, thrilling adventure. The last thing I wanted was for it to drag you down with feelings of guilt or self-loathing." She strummed her perfect nails on the table. "You are a good son, Luke. And I should have known that someone with your strength of character would not simply be able to enjoy this without feeling as if he had done something wrong. Tell me baby," she leaned forward, eyeing him. Her bosom swelled beneath the tight, low-cut fabric. "Do you feel guilty because we are mother and son, or because you feel you have betrayed your father?" Luke thought a moment. "The second one, mom. The first... I know I should feel guilty, but honestly, I have pined away for you for so long... this morning, the promise of tomorrow... have always been a dream of mine." He smirked. "And you're so beautiful and sexy, no man could resist you. Not even me." Candace reached across the table and smiled. "Then darling, I think I know just how we can fix this. Richard? Richard, could you come over here?" Luke's Dad had been just outside the door chatting with a former client, and when he heard his wife call, he jogged over. He looked happier than Luke had ever seen him. "Richard, dear, I have decided what I want to get Luke for Christmas," Candace said with a wink. "So I've heard," Richard said. Candace reached up and rubbed her husband's arm, "So I think I'll let you go ahead and pack for that red eyed flight to Savannah. I know you'd rather be playing golf than hanging around here anyway." She eyed Luke and grinned. "And while you're gone, I think I am going to fuck Luke until I can hardly walk." Luke froze, a look of terror coming onto his face that was so comical his father laughed. "Do you mind, darling?" Candace asked matter-of-factly. Richard smiled. "Not at all. As a matter of fact," he patted Luke's shoulder, "You should know this is my Christmas present too, son. I have dreamed about your mother being with another man for years, and if you're willing, tomorrow my dream becomes a reality." Luke was stunned, and looked back and forth at each of them unable to comprehend what was being said here. "Dad... you want me to... you know... Mom?" "Yes sir," Richard said. "Only two rules. One, you wear a condom. I had my tubes nicked years ago, and you're mom hasn't been on birth control since. Two, I want you to let me listen over the phone tomorrow. Don't worry, I won't interfere or make a sound. I'll just listen. I would love to watch, but your mom thinks that would be too weird for you at this point." "And the fact that he has felt so guilty tells me I was right, Richard," Candace said. "He was just pouring his heart out about how he felt he had betrayed you, poor thing." Richard shook his head. "Nah. This has probably been as exciting for me as it has been for the two of you. So don't you worry about any of that, Luke. I admit, I was a bit jealous at first, but now... Hell, we're all grownups. If it feels good, do it, I say. And this feels good. And with that," Richard bowed formally, "I take my leave. I'll get packed, head out so I won't be in the way of you two here, and I'll be ready in my hotel for the little show you two are going to put on Christmas morning." Richard kissed his wife goodbye. Candace watched him stroll away, and then turned back to her son. "See? No reason to feel guilty, sweetie bear. Dad already knows about yesterday and this morning. And he's loving every minute of it." Luke sat silent. "Is anything else the matter, honey?" Candace asked. "Do you want me, mom?" Luke asked. "Sweetheart, of course I do. Why on earth would you ask that after all this?" "Because so far it's been nothing but 'Christmas Gift for Luke and Dad." He leaned back and crossed his arms. "You could have any man, mom. I'm just an eighteen year old kid. Why me? " Christmas Gifts Ch. 02 Candace pursed her lips. "Luke, I have had a theory that the Oedipal Complex goes far beyond the mind of a young man. I believe that it extends to the father and mother. The father wants his son to mate with his wife on a primal level, and the mother?" She leaned forward, that hungry tiger look burning in her eyes, "The mother desires this coupling most of all." "You mean, theoretically?" Luke asked. Candace slowly shook her head, a devilish smile crossing her face. "No, sweetie bear. I have proven my theory here. You want me, are dying to have me. Your father wants to enjoy our little mating ritual himself, to gratify himself by proxy. And me... Oh son... let me show you..." Candace slid the stack of five Rorschach inkblot cards across the table to Luke. "Test me with these, darling." Luke picked them up. "Mom, you've always said these are bullshit." "And they are, to a point," Candace said. "Because most people look at the cards and simply tell you what they imagine they are seeing. But me? I know what is on my mind, what I want to visualize. I'm going to see what I want to see I those silly inkblots, and so, what I visualize in them should tell you the desire of my heart, my mind and my body. So go ahead." Candace leaned back, crossed her legs, and threw one arm comfortably over the back of the chair. "First card, please." Luke held up the first inkblot. "I see me lying naked on the couch, with my handsome young son between my legs. Your mouth is on me, tenderly, carefully, your tongue working over my sweet little pussy until I fill YOUR mouth with my own sweet elixir. I'm arching my back, breasts high, my hands running through your thick honey colored hair, begging you. Do you want mommy to beg you, sweetheart?" Luke realized by this point that all this was a game. And he was having the time of his life playing it. He said nothing but "Card number two, if you please." Candace began bouncing her foot a bit, her full, large breasts swaying as she did so. "Hmmm, this time I see me sucking my baby's huge cock again. It's so hard and rigid. And so very much come. I just can't decide... do I want it on my face, my tits... do I want to swallow it all? I guess I'll decide that when the moment gets here." Luke placed the card face down and showed another. "Next card, if you please. What do you see, mom?" Candace was getting flushed with excitement. "I see my stud mounting me like a stallion from behind on my marriage bed. Where I sleep with his father. So wicked. He's pulling my hair and thrusting in deep just as I clench and bear down on him as I cum." "Next. What do you see in this one, mom?" "I'm riding you in this one. Hard. Your back is arching and you're about to cum, your mouth thrown open as you scream. But you're not there yet." "Last one," Luke said, almost breathless now. "What do you see?" Candace smiled wickedly. "I see you on top of me, but you're not fucking me. Oh, you have been, but I see you pulling your rock hard cock out of my pussy, just for a moment before plunging it back in. You have pulled it out so I can do something very important." Luke gulped and sat the card down. "What... What's so important that you would have me pull my cock out of you, mom?" Candace grinned that devil cat's grin again, stood up, and leaned down to whisper in his ear, her tongue darting in and out, making him shiver. "What's so important is that I am snapping that condom your dad mentioned off your cock so you can put it back inside me and give mommy HER Christmas gift. I promised your dad I'd have you wear one. I never said for how long." With that Candace stood up and slowly slinked up the stair, leaving her son gasping for air, his cock straining to the breaking point in his slacks. **** No kid ever had a longer Christmas Eve than Luke Gerard. While every other kid in the world was waiting for toys, or video games, or other such bullshit, Luke was waiting to spend the entire day mating with the sexiest woman alive, and in her marriage bed. 3 AM. 4 AM. And then sleep. He woke at about 9, and decided to have a hearty breakfast and shower. He would need his energy this day, of that he was certain. Grape Nuts, Protein shake, a shower, and then he dressed in a button down white shirt and tight, dark jeans, and went to his mother's door. It was closed, and on it was a sticky note. "Knock when you're ready, sweetheart," the note said in his mother's fine, lithe penmanship. Luke's hand was shaking as he rapped on the door and waited. And waited. He could hear his mother in the bedroom whispering to someone, and then her voice called out to him, "Come on in, darling. Your Christmas gift is ready and waiting for you." Luke was shaking with a combination of fear and lust as he swung the door open with a slow, heavy creek, and drew his breath in sharply at what he saw. There in the center of his parents' lavish bed chamber stood the goddess of love, lust, and sex herself. Candace Gerard beamed at him, fists planted squarely on her cocked hips as she smiled at her son. "Richard darling?" Luke heard his father's voice through Candace's I-phone, sitting on the nightstand. "Yes?" "I think our little man like what he sees," She replied. Luke did indeed. Candace's body was tight, curvy, ample female perfection. She at once had muscle tone and soft curves in her hips and breasts. And she was dressed for the occasion: black stilettos, black gossamer thigh-high stockings making their way up her legs, where they wear snapped at the hips to a matching black corset with red and silver floral prints. She wore the slenderest of see-through black panties that barley covered the trimmed, dark curls of her soft patch, the delightful , heavenly garden so many sons desire and so few get to enjoy. Her corset fitted her snuggly but perfectly, accentuating the glorious swell of her tits, and she wore long, black satin gloves that went past her elbow and to her perfectly toned arms. Her hair was down but wild, and she wore a pearl choker with silver hoop earrings, her face shaded by the perfect amount of making up: ruby red lips, dark eyeliner, and a hint of rouge. Not that she needed any of this adornment. And then there was her smile, her perfect white teeth below her ice-blue eyes, that was at once playful, confident, and inviting. "Merry Christmas, my two darling boys." Luke had dressed to impress himself, with a white button down muscle shirt and tight jeans, though now the idea of dressing seemed silly. He took one tenuous step toward his mother, his hands shaking. He noticed some music playing softly in the background. Something by the Rolling Stones. While he wanted his mother more than he had ever wanted any woman, any THING, to tell the truth, he felt awkward and nervous. Candace seemed to notice this and her sexy grin warmed with affection, and she stepped forward herself, sliding her arms around his neck and moving in for a tender, slow, passionate kiss, her soft tongue touching his lightly, the taste of her, soft and sweet and clean. She pressed the softness of her glorious body against his, and the touching caused a wonderful longing ache of lust to fill his body. The anticipation of having her, of possessing her beauty and sensuality, was nearly as exciting as the act itself. The two of them began to sway back and forth to the music, their mouths and hands exploring without hurry. And the way his mother moved, with such grace, so sexual and so teasing, had eliminated all his nervous energy and focused it into pure, slow-cooking lust. They were nose to nose, staring into each others' eyes, when Candace said, "We have all the time in the world together, and we are going to take it, darling. We're going to make love. We're going to fuck. We're going to mate like animals in a jungle." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "I'm glad your father is on board with this, but it doesn't really matter. I was going to have you anyway, no matter what. And you are going to have me any way you want, any time you want, from now on, whether he likes it or not." With that Candace kissed Luke again, but harder, more passionately, and Luke was thrilled to hear her begin to moan and shudder slightly. She was walking sex, dripping pheromones, calling him forward. She pulled him by his collar as she backed toward the bed, not breaking the kiss until she sat on the mattress, his crotch at eye level. She began unbuttoning his shirt, and slipped it over his shoulders to fall on the floor as she began kissing his belly, darting her tongue into his belly button as she began unbuttoning his pants and slipping them down. She massaged his cock through his boxers, and it was snaking down his leg and straining hard against the fabric as she did so, and with a dramatic gesture she yanked his drawers and his monster sprang free. Candace gasped happily as she saw her son's massive cock bobbing in front of her watering mouth. She closed one hand around the base and positioned herself closer to Luke, looking up at him with an adorable longing that made him want to lean down and kiss her. Candace eased the drooling purple head of Luke's cock past her soft lips and began sucking on him. He could feel the warmth of her tongue curling under the bottom, playing with the sensitive ridge of the helmet head. Then Candace closed her eyes and began taking Luke deeper. Five inches. Six. Eight, her throat opening to take him deep. And then her nose was nestled into his pubic curls and she held her breath, a slight humming deep in her throat forcing him to arch his back and groan. "Oh god, mom. How? How can you be so good at this?" Candace slowly slipped Luke from her mouth and looked up at hi, her eyes watering a bit, her mascara running in sexy streaks that accentuated her eyes. "What can I say, sweetie bear? Pleasing a man has always come natural to me." Candace produced a single condom that had been tucked in her stocking, and tore it open. "Since your father insists you wear one of these things, I suppose we can at least have fun putting it on, huh?" With that, Candace put the condom tip between her teeth, leaned forward, and slipped it over the head of Luke's cock with her mouth, going deep and slipping it down most of the way, then pulling back and rolling the rest down to the base of his cock by hand. The she stood up, put her arms around Luke's neck and ran her fingers through his hair. "Will you please make love to your mother now, handsome?" Luke grinned at her, grabbed her by the wrist and roughly spun her around facing away from him and catching her eye in the full length mirror on the other side of the bed. "No ma'am," he hissed in her ear and his hands slithered around her, one cupping her breast and the other slipping into her panties. "I'm going to fuck your pretty brains out." Candace gasped and then let out a thrilled laugh as Luke bent her over the bed and ripped off her soft panties as if they were made of tissue. She thought that he was going to shove his cock inside her at last, and she was already wet and more than ready, but Luke didn't. Instead, she sensed him kneel down behind her, licking and nibbling the soft but firm curves of her ass. And then she felt something she had never known as Luke spread the full ripe cheeks of her ass and licked upward from her puckered clamshell to her tight clean little asshole. "Oh Luke, oh honey... no one has ever put their mouth there.... Oh please don't stop!" She gasped. Luke's tongue did a gentle ballet dance around her quivering little starfish, and then he gently took his mother by her thighs and rolled her over on to her back, sliding her legs over his shoulders and breathing in the heady musk of her budding orchid. He couldn't believe that the ultimate object of his desire, his mother's pussy, was only inches from his watering mouth. He stared into Candace's eyes, fully in control of her body, and as she looked back at him, it was as if she had become the little girl in need. "Please," she whispered. "Pleeeeeaaassseee, sweetie bear. I can't bear to wait. Taste mommy." Luke let out a low, animal growl as he surveyed her soft pink labia, so plum and moist and ready for him. "God, I want to devour you. I want to drink you..." He began licking up the inside of her thigh, teasing her, taunting her with the possibility. And then the tip of his tongue found her soft pink tenderness, already dripping with her own moisture, beads of her own liquid beading up on the folds of her labia like dew on flower petals. Luke was careful, gentle, kissing his mother's honeypot like he would her mouth, his tongue moving and slipping inside. This was more for him then her, because he so badly wanted to taste her. But you couldn't tell that from her reaction. Candace had arched her back and was running her hands through Luke's hair, pulling him forward, bucking her hips against his face like she intended to fuck his tongue. And then she felt it slip out of her and upward, the tip finding her little man in the boat, and she gave a short little cry as Luke began swirling it gently around her clit as it swelled and grew. So few men knew how to do this well, Candace thought in her fevered lust and pleasure. So many acted as if they were trying to scrub a spot out of a carpet. But not Luke. Not her son. He knew how sensitive Candace's most tender part was, and only teased at it with the hot tip of his tongue. He was moving it in patterns that didn't repeat, carefully, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. And then he did it. She felt two of his fingers slip inside her mouth, and she sucked them deep to get them good and wet, because she knew what was coming next. The fingers disappeared, and suddenly Candace cried out as she felt them enter her, deep and slow, moving back and forth, Luke massaging the ridges of her g spot, his tongue never even pausing from its ministrations on her little nubbin. "OH HONEY! OH LUKE I LOVE YOU! PLEASE... OH GOD DON'T STOP! SOON! SOON!" She cried as she thrashed around on the bed, widening her legs and rolling her hips as she clawed at Luke's shoulders. At the perfect moment, as if reading her mind, he began to speed up the short pumps of his fingers, and then suckled gently on her clit as is it were a nipple, his tongue continuing its motions inside his hot mouth. That did it. Candace grabbed two handfuls of Luke's hair, arched her back, and screamed, her floodgates opening as she filled Luke's thirsty mouth with her hot, sweet elixir. "OOOOOOHHHHHH GOOOOODDD! YES! YES! MAKE MOMMY FUCKING COOOOMMMEE!!!!" The entire world went hot white, and then slowly began to come back into focus as Candace came back down from the incredible high was her orgasm. Breathing hard, she looked down between her open legs at her son's face. He was breathing hard as well, his chin dripping with her juices. "You taste like honey, mom," he husked. The look of lust that came over each of their faces then communicated all that needed to be said. Candace's pussy suddenly felt so empty that it ached. Ached for her son's huge bulging organ, the only thing that could sate her hunger. Her mouth curled into a sexy snarl as she ordered, "Get up here and fuck me, stud. Let's show daddy how it's done." Luke was on his feet and between his mother's legs in a flash, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her ass to the edge of the bed where he placed his sheathed cock against her entrance. He didn't enter her at first, but ran his throbbing phallus along her slit, getting it slick with the frothy cum that soaked her. "You're nothing but a hot little bitch in heat, aren't you mom?" Candace moved up onto her elbows so she could look down between them. "I'm YOUR hot little bitch in heat, big boy." "I bet Dad would love to hear you beg for my big cock." Candace smiled up at him. "Oh please, Luke. Fuck me with that monster. Did I tell you it's bigger than daddy's? And that says something, because his seven incher is nothing to sneeze at." "Did he ever make you come like I just did, mom?" Candace shook her head, "Oh no, baby. He's given me some strong ones, but not like that." Then she turned to the phone and addressed Richard directly. "If he made me come that hard with his tongue and fingers, Richard, can you imagine what this amazing cock is going to do to my pussy?" They both heard Richard's voice reply over the phone, "No, but I can't wait to find out," Richard said. Candace gave Luke a wicked look, her eyes sparkling with lust. "Neither can I. Now what does a girl have to do to get her stud to sink himself inside her. Luke hooked Candace's legs over his forearms, flexed his cock, which was pointing almost back against his belly, huge as it was, and sank balls deep into his mother's hot snatch in one swift movement. All the air was sucked out of Candace's lungs, and then she captured her breath and gave a shaky, amazed laugh as Luke began taking her in measured full strokes. "Oh my god! He's inside me, Richard. Oh Jesus, I imagined, but... Good god I never knew what it would feel like to have a man so deep!" Luke leaned down over his mother as she placed her hands behind his neck and pulled him close. They kissed, and then his mouth was on her neck as he continued to move in deep and steady, his motions speeding up methodically. Suddenly, as if from nowhere, Candace was coming again, her pussy clamping down around Luke's cock as he moved in and out, in and out. "OH FUCK! I CAN'T... I CAN'T STAND IT! LUUUUUUUKKKKEEEE! AAAAAAAAAAHHHH YYYEEEEEESSSS!" Luke kept moving at the same tempo as Candace moved through her orgasm and kissed him passionately. They broke the kiss and she looked up into his eyes, that same little girl expression she had given him earlier. "Oh I'm yours darling. I'm sooooo yours." Luke began to speed up his tempo. "Mom... Mom, I can't last much longer." Candace smiled like she had just been told she won the lottery. "Wonderful, my sweetie bear! Do you hear that, Richard? Our baby is about to come for his Momma. And I can go ahead and tell you that he comes in quarts!" She never stopped looking at Luke as she said this, then to him: "We can settle in for some long stretches of fucking later. Right now I want you to ease on down into momma's saddle and ride her until you come. But first," she winked at him, "pull out for me, baby. Daddy and I need to have a talk." With the greatest effort, Luke pulled his cock from his mother's pussy and hovered over her, his monster jumping with each heartbeat as it strained uncomfortably against the thin latex of the condom. "What is it, Candace?" Richard asked, out of breath on his end. ""Why did you stop?" She turned toward the phone, reaching between she and Luke and slowly jerking his cock as she said, "It doesn't seem fair, Richard. Everyone is getting what they wanted for Christmas except me." She made as if she were pouting. "Well, what the hell do you want?" Richard grumbled. He was obviously pissed that his fantasy had been interrupted. "Anything! Just finish! I'm bursting here!" "I can have anything?" Candace asked, an eyebrow rising. "Anything, goddamn it! New car, jewelry, whatever! Just finish!" Candace massaged Luke's cock and smiled up at him as she said, "I don't need any of that Richard. What I really want is for you to let me slide this condom off of our son's amazing cock and listen as he rides he bareback." Dead silence from Richard. Then: "I... have to admit, honey, that is one hell of a turn on for me too... but... You know... you could get pregnant." Candace's mouth curled into a wicked grin that almost made Luke blow his wad right inside the rubber. "Who says that would be a problem, Richard? I know what I want, and I want Luke's come inside me. I could have lied. I could have just pulled the condom off and said nothing. But..." she leaned up and kissed her son, who was still breathing heavily. "I want you to know. I want you to want it. Say you want it, Richard." Christmas Gifts Ch. 02 Out of breath, Richard husked, "I... I want it." "Say it darling," Candace said, slipping the condom off of Luke's cock so slowly it was unbearable. "Say you want your son to come deep inside your wife's pussy." Much more of this and the old boy will have a heart attack, Luke thought with a smirk. "I... I want my son to come in my wife's pussy." With a victorious laugh, Candace snapped the condom off of Luke's cock and tossed it aside. "You heard him, cowboy. He wants you to unload those balls in your mother's womb." Her eyes were glowing with triumph. "So you'd better give momma and daddy what they both want so badly." That was all he could stand. Luke was little more than an animal at this point, every bit of intellect gone. He was nothing but a natural machine bent of taking this beautiful, fertile woman's body and fucking her into submission. With a roar like a lion mounting its mate, he plunged back into his mother bareback, his unprotected cock crushing against her tender, sensitive cervix as he slammed her again and again, hooking her ankles over his shoulders and bearing down on her as he rode her. She had planned every bit of this, manipulated them into exactly the position she wanted them to be in. It wasn't enough to fuck Luke, to mate with him; she had to have both her men so filled with lust that they were slaves to her whims. And as he did his goddamndest to pound her through the mattress, Luke knew he loved every second of it. And Candace? She was thrilled, laughing as he took her, spurring him on. "Ooooh, that's it, big boy. Momma's pussy is all yours. You hear? All yours . Now you do it. I want to feel that bare cock pump its fuel into me. That's it! THAT'S IT! THERE!" They were little more than a sweaty ball of muscle and bone and flesh fucking like animals, Candace digging her fingers into the cheeks of Luke's ass, giving herself to him so completely as he pounded harder and faster that the outcome was soon, and inevitable. Even though she didn't need to, even though they were both moments away from coming, she continued her lusty, encouragement. "YES! YOU COME INSIDE THAT PUSSY! LET DADDY HEAR YOU DO IT! COME, LUKE! COME WITH ME, SWEETIEBEAR! PLANT YOUR SEED IN MY PUSSY! PLANT YOUR SEED IN ME AND KNOCK ME UP!" Luke felt the charge moving from deep within his balls and into the base of his cock. It swelled, and he knew this was it. "MOM, TELL ME WHEN! I'M GOING TO COME SOON!" Candace let go, nearly hyperventilating as he own orgasm ripped through her midsection, filling her body with that same white hot light. "NOW BABY! COME WITH ME, INSIDE ME! FUUUUUCK! AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH! GOOOOOODDDDD LUUUUUUKKKKEE!" As Candace bucked through her orgasm, Luke felt the first charge of semen erupt from his expanding pisshole. He slowed his pace and went back into making full, deep thrusts, each one rewarding Candace by bathing her fertile insides with spurt after spurt of hot, thick baby batter. "UUUUUUHHHH! UUUUUUHHHH! UUUUUUHHHH! UUUUUUHHHH! " Luke moaned as he bucked and thrust his cock ever deeper into Candace's love pocket. And just as both of them brought their orgasms to a close, Luke collapsed onto his beautiful mother, whose spasming channel still clutched his cock. She kissed him, gently, tenderly, and then watched as Luke slipped out of her and licked his way down her body, licking between her breasts and moving down between her legs again. And she watched, stunned, as Luke began to lovingly, tenderly lick and suckle his own come from her pussy, their mixture trickling out of her and down the crack of her gorgeous ass. "Oh my sweetheart. Oh baby, that is so wonderful. Do we taste?" "Mmmmmm," was Luke's only response. Candace laughed again and said toward the phone, "Was that something like what you wear hoping it would be, Richard?" "Oh, lord," The old man said, out of breath. "That was so hot. Whew." "You know Mom," Luke said, moving back up Candace's body and kissing her. "I really think when he comes home, we should put on a show for Dad and give him a front row seat."