8 comments/ 22283 views/ 47 favorites A Man Named Christmas By: MrHappy212 Thanks to shygirlwhore for editing. ***** A Man Named Christmas She was on the toilet with her legs spread. I could see the narrow strip of fine curly brown hairs between her thighs. Her thong was pulled down and her top was pulled up. One hand was pinching a perky pink nipple and the other was rubbing the moist curls between her legs. She looked so hot, better than any fantasy I could have imagined. I kept stroking as my mom masturbated in front of me. The curtain pulled back as we watched each other. It was the wildest thing I've ever done. She slid two fingers into her moist sex. The only sound in the room were her sexy moans and the sound of our breathing. We came just a few seconds apart. She gave me a silly grin. "Thank you, baby. I haven't had an orgasm in years!" She turned and walked shakily through the door, leaving it open. I was worried things might be weird as I went to join her on the couch. She had put on a pair of short shorts and fixed her top again. There was a large plate of pizza bites and a 32oz mug of Dr. Pepper on the oak table in front of us. After a few minutes of her acting as if nothing had happened, I relaxed. We turned on the TV, flipped through the basic channels, and then put in a DVD. Everything seemed to be normal again, until she went to wash the empty plate and refill the mug. When she came back, she placed the glass down on the coffee table, and sat in my lap. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. After a few seconds I gave in and put my arms around her bare back. "This doesn't have to be weird baby. We are two adults who share a house. Both of us are lonely." She whispered against my lips. "But you're my mom!" I hated how my voice squeaked then. "I know baby, but that doesn't seem to bother either of us very much. Just tell me that you'll think about it, okay?" She kissed me again as she wiggled over my semi hard cock. "Alright, I'll think about it." I agreed. I couldn't believe my own mother had just asked me to have sex with her. Not that I hadn't thought about it before, because I had. I just never expected her to want the same. I had been content with it only being a fantasy in my head. Even masturbating in the bathroom together had been an unexpected course of events. Now that the idea was out there though, what I was I supposed to do? "Do you mind holding me? Just for a little bit?" She asked snuggling her head into my shoulder. I didn't answer but just held her a little tighter as she closed her eyes. I watched "Dungeons and Dragons" while she slept in my lap. When the credits rolled I slid my hands down to her denim clad butt and gently stood. I carried her down the hall and into the master bedroom. She was so exhausted her eyes never opened as I tucked her in and kissed her goodnight. I left the door open on my way out. I went to my room, which was just across the hall. I sat behind the old, wobbly, cheap, wooden desk. The back of my chair had fallen off but the stool was still decent. I turned on the computer Dad had left behind and waited as it loaded. I had been doing a lot reading lately and most of it had to do with the way Mom had been acting. Tonight was just more proof of what I was beginning to suspect. I sent an email to Mistress Angel, hoping she could help with my situation. A Man Named Christmas The house was a huge family home. I thought it was much too large for two people and a baby. Of course no one asked me before signing the papers. Best part about the house was it actually had a backyard... Which is where I found my dear sister, asleep sunbathing in the nude. "Eww Mommy, put some clothes on will ya?" I shielded little man's eyes and made a play at turning my own head. "Oh why bother? He's only a year old, he won't tell anybody, right Jamie?" she cooed. "I will never call him that, it's a girl's name!" I told her for the hundredth time. "Jamie, Jimmy, James, it's all the same," she turned herself over, her swollen breasts poking up and ready to feed the little man... I was so fucking jealous. I placed him into position and he latched onto nipple number one, and gripped number two in his mighty little fist. That's my little man! I chuckled and took a seat beside them, pretending not to look at her nude body. My sister was hot with a capital H, like Emma Roberts except two inches taller and two bust sizes larger. She has natural brown hair but dyes it so often that most people think she's blonde. She grooms regularly so it can be confusing to anyone who has not grown up in the same house. "It's alright to look Billy," she giggled letting me know my attempts at being subtle had failed. "Sorry," I blushed. "You gonna tell me what happened to your face?" she asked. "Our brother happened... I sort of ticked him off at practice yesterday," I told her. "So you know then, does he?" she asked. "I don't think so, but Abby does, she won't tell, not for two weeks at least. She sort of has a secret of her own," I shrugged. "I thought she looked pregnant, I'm guessing it's his? And that means you've been faking it so her Dad doesn't yell rape?" she guessed. I nodded and she laughed, "You do know that Texas has a Romeo and Juliet clause right?" "Doesn't matter, he is the Sheriff and has a gun... that will make life hell for all of us," I grumbled. "Yeah, I guess it would be easier though I don't know if I'd have let him do that to my face," she looked at me again, "there is an ice pack in the freezer." Taking the hint I went to the fridge and found the pack. While I was in the kitchen I poured her a glass of lemonade and grabbed a straw from the silverware drawer. Seeing her cigarettes on the counter, I grabbed those too. "When did you start smoking again?" I grumbled as I held the straw to her lips. Little man looked to be sleeping, his mother's breast still in his mouth. "When James left us, he just packed his clothes and left... didn't even say goodbye just high tailed it out of town..." "Fuck, how are you going to pay for this house?" I asked holding the cold pack to my face. "Well, I was hoping I could convince my baby brothers and maybe a few of our friends to move in and help me out. I can't go to college, work, and take care of Jamie...and Mom can't watch him every day." "I don't know if that is such a good idea," I admitted. "Why? Because you have a crush on me? Come on Billy, we're both adults, no need to act like we're both little kids," she giggled. "You are my sister!" I squealed. "And I can't get pregnant for the next three years, I haven't had sex since last Christmas..." she shrugged. "I'm gay," I told her and crossed my arms when she just laughed. "You might be Bisexual, but Billy, you are definitely not Gay," she laughed some more. "I have to go to work," I growled and made my escape. "Run away little brother, you'll be back, and I'll be here waiting," she teased. I was halfway through the house before I remembered I had her cigarettes in my pocket. Taking one out me tossed the pack on the sofa and walked out. I walked home and climbed into my truck. I had more DC outlets than I knew what to do with. Finding one with an actual lighter in it, I pushed it in and started the engine. I hadn't smoked in over a year but damn did it taste good, even if it was a cheap menthol. The smoke soothed my aching jaw too, which was a bonus. If Christmas didn't kill me, my damn sister would, and then Abby would probably pick over the pieces. Why the hell had I fallen in love with people I can't have? What the fuck was wrong with me? Why couldn't I just be normal? A Man Named Christmas The bike didn't start but it wasn't too bad. I thought it just needed a good cleaning and some fresh fluids. I'd come over later and take care of that, right now I had a grieving mother to take care of. I went to her and pulled her into my arms. She was so much shorter that her head only came to my chest. Her tears quickly soaked through my shirt but I didn't mind. I let my hands slide up and down the back of her dress. I held her just as she once held me after Dad left and I found Mom passed out on the floor, a bottle of vodka in her hand. "David, he never let me just cry like that. Thank you, it was... sweet," She rose to her tiptoes to press her salty lips to mine. "That's what I'm here for, kitten," I kissed her back. "Kitten?" She giggled. "You just remind me of a little calico kitten, playful and loving... and you purr when you're in a good mood," I chuckled. "Hmm, so what does that make you?" She looked up into my eyes. "The big bad wolf who just wants to gobble you up." I kissed her again. "Anything else you want?" She asked relaxing against me. "Yes, but it can wait. I think we're both tired, and you still have to drive me home," I grinned. She took me home, I put the beer and pizza in the fridge, then went back out. I kissed her goodnight after taking the boxes from her trunk. Something had shifted between us in that garage, but I wasn't quite sure what. I carried the three boxes to my room and placed them against the wall. After undressing I climbed into bed, pulled the covers up and turned to my side, and felt another pair of soft lips pressed against mine. "How was work baby?" Mom asked breaking the kiss and putting her arm around me. "Things are good, Nichole loaned me enough money to buy some groceries with. I'll do that in the morning, after breakfast," "So it's Nichole now, not Mrs. Jacobs?" She teased. "Does that bother you?" I asked tickling her side. "Nope," She giggled and squirmed. "I like Nichole." "Me too, oh the car wouldn't start... She gave me her son's motorcycle, but it needs a bit of work," I told her. "Oh, I haven't ridden on a bike since High School... You have to take me for a ride!" She squealed. "I was planning on it," I rolled her over onto my lap. "I meant on the bike," She giggled, as I slid my hand between her legs. "Oh, well then," I rolled her back off of me. She groaned and tugged at my shoulder until I rolled over on top of her, my thick cock sliding against the moist lips of her pussy. "Nope," I teased but kept rubbing my cock against her as she moaned and lifted her hips, begging me to put it in. "Damn it Christmas, stop teasing and fuck ME!" She screamed as I held her down. "Nope, I told you earlier. I don't like missionary, or having the lights off. If you wanted to fuck, then you should have left them on," I told her and continued teasing her clit with the tip of my cock. "You are despicable," She groaned. "No, I'm honest and I stick to what I say. I'll fuck you any time you want, but we do it MY way, or not at all," I chuckled and spanked her wet pussy with my cock. "Fine, what do you want?" She groaned. "Well, since you've gone and made me all hard I think you should suck me for awhile. Do a good job and I might... I might just reward you," I told her. I reached over and flicked on my table lamp. She groaned but moved so she could take me into her mouth. She must have been practicing all day because this was twice as good as the one after breakfast. She swallowed the entire thing from the beginning, her saliva coating my shaft as her tongue licked and swirled. I moaned and raised my knee to give her a better angle. After about a minute I tapped her legs and moved her into position so I could attack that sweet rum flavored pussy. She had just groomed, the hair removal cream leaving behind a sweet coconut flavor that mixed with her natural juices. It was divine and I thought it might just be addictive. I licked and slurped as she sucked and bobbed. I took her to the brink of climax but never let her cross it. "That's it, almost there. Don't stop until I tell you to," I moved a bit further up and ran my tongue over the rim over her perky pink ass. She groaned around my cock and pressed her tongue against the shaft. Curious, I ran my finger between the lips of her pussy and drew circles around her asshole, drawing closer and closer to her virgin hole each round. She moaned and whimpered as I reached that untouched place, and gave a muffled scream when I pierced it. My cock exploded into her like an erupting volcano, filling her mouth with my seed. She swallowed convulsively but didn't stop bobbing her head up and down, milking every drop while keeping me hard. I added a second finger to her ass and pumped them in, gently spreading them apart to stretch her. Her sexy little whimpers and moans vibrated around my cock and I was tempted to just let her keep sucking as I finger fucked her. Deciding I wanted something more, I gave her a pat on the ass and told her to stop. "I think, you have earned that reward now. Get on your knees," I instructed and watched as she obeyed. "There are two types of men, mom. Those who harden at the sight of a pair of tits, big or small, they don't care. You only have to show a nipple and their dick throbs. Now Mom, you have one great pair of tits, but I'm not a breast man. I enjoy looking at them but they aren't what truly turns me on," I spoke softly as I moved around her and grabbed the tiny sampler tube of cherry flavored lube off the nightstand. I placed my hand on her back and gently guided her down, until she was curled around her knees, that fine ass of hers pointed straight up, her juices glistening all over her thighs. "Your entire body is beautiful Mom, but this, this right here," I squeezed her ass cheeks. "This perky, round, beautiful, ass has been teasing me for the better part of six years. And tonight... tonight it becomes MINE!" I rubbed two slick fingers against her anus then pushed them in. I coated her with the lubricant, stretching her as my fingers pumped into her, slowly pulling them apart and twisting. She pressed back against my hand as sexy little whimpers flowed from her lips. When I felt she was ready, I buried all six inches of my slick cock into her virgin asshole then held myself against her hips, listening to her soft moans as her body adjusted to having me stuff her ass. "The next time I find you in my bed, I want you just like this," I leaned over her back and whispered, "Naked, with your ass in the air, and the lights ON!" before I pulled back and slammed myself back into her. I wasn't gentle but I wasn't rough with her either. I fucked her ass with long, hard thrusts that slapped my balls against her weeping pussy. Each time my balls hit, she groaned and ground herself against me. She rolled her hips and pressed back, driving me deeper into her ass. "Oh, I like that Mom, keep fucking me with your ass. Make me cum," I chuckled and held onto her waist as her hips rolled and rubbed against me. Since she was being a good girl, I reached around and toyed with her clit. Each time she pressed against me I'd slip my finger into her pussy. Soon she had me finger fucking her as she slammed herself against my cock. "I hope you're ready to cum," I told her just before I unloaded into her tight little ass and jammed three fingers into her cunt. I hit her G spot and she screamed as a torrent of her juices flooded my palm. I had to hold her against me as I gently massaged her pussy. She was quivering from head to toe and I knew her eyes would be glazed over. I pulled her tight as I laid down, spooning her from behind. "You could never seduce me with your breasts, because your ass had done that long ago," I kissed her neck softly and massaged her neglected breasts. "Now sleep, and dream of how you will please me tomorrow," I whispered. A Man Named Christmas "So how are things with Abs?" I asked trying to make conversation. "Good, hey sorry about last weekend man, Jonathan quit and we both got called in." He said turning the key and shifting into reverse. "No sweat, I had a nice game with a couple of 8th graders," I chuckled. "Bet that made their day, you didn't teach them any of those fancy moves did you?" He grinned. "And give away my secrets? Nope," I laughed. I held the school record for most fouls, basketball was not my favorite sport. I was a pretty decent guard, as long as no one passed me the ball. However, that has never stopped the three of us from having a good time bouncing the ball around. Football was my sport, especially with Billy as QB. Once that snap was made I'd launch off down the field, looking up just in time to catch a forty yard pass. We had played catch together so long, it was instinct, and we just knew what the other was going to do. "I still think we should get together sometime, you ever get a phone?" He tapped his fingers on the steering. "A cheap prepaid," I dug it out of my back pocket. "Hey man, long as it works right? Doesn't have to be fancy for it to ring," He plucked his Samsung Galaxy from his belt and handed it to me. "Yeah, you said that about the rust bucket too," I chuckled and managed to find his number. I called his phone from mine, saved both numbers, and handed his back. "Yeah, umm sorry about that. Mom said I had to get rid of it, or she wouldn't buy the truck..." He gave me a guilty look. "It's cool man, can't really complain. It isn't like we have $500 lying around for a car payment. A free car is better than no car, even if I am constantly swapping out parts." I chuckled. "Yeah, Stacy feels bad about that. Speaking of which, we're throwing a Halloween birthday party tomorrow night for Abs..." "Big purple house on Elm right?" I asked and he nodded. "Hey help Mom out will ya? Don't let her burn the place down, we really can't afford her to lose another job. It took six months to pull her ass out of the bottle this time," I opened the door. "Don't worry man, I have a moms too, ya know? I'll watch her back," He chuckled. "And be good to Abs, don't fuck it up like I did," I told him before grabbing the pizza and hopping out. "Chris, man, you didn't fuck up with Abs. She loves you, we both do... one little fight isn't going to change that. We've all been through too much for that shit, so get your crap together," He said before pulling the door closed and backing out. I wasn't sure if I would ever 'get my crap together'. Something had woken inside of me and I felt it stretching, clawing at my skin. After spending multiple hours sitting in the dark behind the computer I am just as confused and frustrated. Alone in my head with thoughts I didn't know how to explain. "I brought pizza!" I called out as I walked backwards through the glass door.