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The Christmas Gift Ch. 01

By: JosephBarnosky



It is a very cold night, full of falling snow, when Sandra hears a knock at the door. She takes a sip of her wine before sitting the glass down on the table next to the couch. She stands fixing her teddy before heading to the door. When she opens it, there is Rebecca standing in the doorway. Rebecca kisses her on the lips, lingering a bit before pulling away.

"I thought you couldn't come over tonight," Sandra says.

"For you, I made it possible," she answers and moves in for a proper kiss. "Besides I have a gift for you."

As Rebecca presses her lips against Sandra's, the softness and tenderness makes Sandra melt into her arms. Rebecca being Sandra's neighbor would normally not make their relationship hard, but the fact the Rebecca was married did. Rebecca's lips are so soft and when she flicks her tongue around Sandra's lips and teeth, she feels instantly high.

Her hands caress Sandra's back through the material of the black teddy and then they slip down to her ass. Her touch is so light Sandra can feel the goose bumps all over her body as if her skin is calling to her to be touched in the same way. Sandra becomes lost in her emotions and doesn't even notice Rebecca undoing the clips holding the teddy in place. Her senses come back when she feels the lacy cotton fall away from her body. She moans loudly as she feels Rebecca's hot lips around her nipple and then her breathing lower down her stomach. As she feels Rebecca pull at the front on her panties, she loses the ability to make any noise at all. Her whole body is shaking as she feels Rebecca's tongue make one sweep up her pussy and then the panties snap back.

"Don't you think we should get inside, out of the cold," Rebecca offers.

"Yeah," Sandra says with a smile though with the wave of heat rolling through her body she could stay in the cold and not care.

As they walk into the house and close the door behind them, Sandra turns to Rebecca and looks into her beautiful blue eyes and says, "I'm glad you came tonight. I was feeling a bit lonely."

"What about Kat?" she asks referring to Sandra's daughter Katherine.

"She said she wanted to get to bed early so she could get up early for presents."

"I don't blame her," Rebecca says. "What eighteen year old doesn't want to see the gifts they got as soon as they can?"

They both laugh and Rebecca says, "I wanted to be here more than you can imagine. I want a life with you."

Sandra smiles and grabs her hand, dragging to the bathroom and delicately undresses Rebecca and herself then turns on the water to her oversized walk-in shower. Rebecca pulls Sandra under the water and they kiss with the water splattering their faces like warm rain.

Sandra's hands immediately explore Rebecca's silky smooth back and she eagerly moves them down to her firm ass. As her hands roam, Rebecca coos her pleasure and Sandra then brings her right hand up Rebecca's side and slowly round to her perfect breasts. As Sandra's hand touches her erect nipple Rebecca's lips begin kissing her neck, driving her absolutely wild. Sandra pulls Rebecca's face to her own and then pushes her back against the tiled wall and kisses her passionately as she strokes her breasts and belly, slowly working her hand to Rebecca's shaven clit.

Because of their passionate kissing Sandra decides to attack rather than tickle her pussy and the gasps from Rebecca says she wants more. Sandra keeps her pinned to the wall and at no point does she seem to want to push her away. Instead Sandra feels her caressing her nipples delicately, teasing them until they are rock hard and super sensitive under her Touch.

They are both so highly charged and Sandra guesses it won't take long for her assault on her clit to bring her to orgasm and she is right. She feels Rebecca's lips begin to tremble as she kisses her and then she feels Rebecca's legs begin to shake. Rebecca wraps her arms around her, putting her entire weight on Sandra's shoulders as her legs give way and her moans become cries of pleasure. Sandra slows her rubbing to a caress, keeping her orgasm flowing for as long as she can, holding her tightly until she gets the ability to stand up.

Rebecca looks at her and asks, "Is there something more special about tonight than any other?"

"Only that I have you here on Christmas Eve night, all to myself," Sandra says and then kisses her passionately again.

After only a few more kisses, Rebecca spins Sandra around so she is now with her back to the tiles and with an evil grin Rebecca tells her, "It's your turn to suffer."

Rebecca pins her arms to the wall as her eager kisses hit her lips, neck and shoulders. She then moves lower, switching between nibbles and kisses as she hit Sandra's excited breasts. She then moves lower and the anticipation of what is coming makes Sandra start leaking hot juices from her pussy, but not many escape as she feels Rebecca plunge deep into her pussy with her tongue and then her tongue becomes like a frenzied snale attacking her insides.

Rebecca's tongue is soon joined by several probing fingers and then Sandra feels another finger pushing at her asshole. She has to reach for the shower rail to keep from falling over and with her other hand she grabs a handful of Rebecca's hair to stop any chance of her escaping from the pleasure she is giving Sandra right now.

An explosive climax soon hits her and her grip on the rail fails and they both end up in a pile in the bath. Rebecca's tongue and fingers never leave Sandra's body and Sandra's screams of pleasure and begging for her to stop because she can't take anymore are ignored as her body twists and fixes in agonizing pleasure. When Rebecca eventually stops, Sandra quite simply cannot move. Rebecca merely takes the shower gel and slowly washes and caresses Sandra's pleasure soaked body. Several minute pass before Sandra sits up, still shaking and twitching from her orgasm.

"Shall we move on to your room?" Rebecca asks softly.

Again Sandra's ability to speak disappears and she merely nods. Rebecca wraps her up in a big fluffy towel and leads her toward her room. As they enter the room, Sandra is still floating on a cloud of pleasure. She guided Sandra to the cushion filled bed and then stands behind her and whispers, "I love you."

Before she can reply, she feels Rebecca's kisses on her chest and neck, slowly working their way up to her lips. Sandra kisses her greedily and throws her arms around her neck. As they kiss, Rebecca takes Sandra's hand and places it on her own pussy and says, "Pleasure yourself." 

Sandra starts to rub her pussy as Rebecca starts to caress her breasts and pinch at her nipples. Sandra starts to move her hand away and Rebecca says, "Keep going, that is so hot!"

So she does. Rebecca then moves away from herself and she takes her free hand and puts it to Sandra's breasts. Sandra's hand gets faster. She feels an orgasm rising and only half hears noises beside her as she is so into pleasuring herself for Rebecca's eyes and her moans are obviously telling Rebecca that she is close to coming.

"Alright," Rebecca says placing her hand onto of Sandra's. "Let's slow it down a little." Sandra's noises of despair are met with a little laughter but also with kind words, "Don't worry I'll make it worth it."

Rebecca climbs onto the bed between her legs as her pussy throbs for attention and then, all of a sudden, she feels a large cock plunge deep inside her pussy. Sandra gasps as the cock pounds her deep. She looks down to see a strange looking harness with a lifelike cock attached to it. Sandra pulls Rebecca into her, pinching hard on her nipples as Rebecca kisses her. Rebecca's trusting gets faster and after a few minutes of violent trusting, the orgasm she had started herself comes out in full.

After Rebecca pulls the big cock out, Sandra lays Rebecca on her back and starts licking her juices off the rubber cock. It is quite amazing as to how real it feels. She starts to suck on the fake cock and then she opens her throat and forces it right down until her nose touches Rebecca's belly. She holds it there for a second and lifts back off.

Sandra slowly unbuckles the strap-on cock and throws it to the floor then straddles Rebecca. She begins kissing her from the tip of her nose, across her lips, down her neck, past her perfect breast and stomach to her perfect moist pussy.

Rebecca tenses as Sandra moves lower with her kisses. Between each kiss she gives a little twirl of her tongue on her skin. Each time her tongue moves closer to her clit. Rebecca gasps and trembles and she yells, "Lick me! Lick my wet pussy!"

Sandra giggles and then flicks her tongue from left to right across her swollen lips. Each contact causes a jump from her body and then suddenly she plunges her tongue deep into Rebecca's pussy. Her mouth opens wide to cover the top of her lips and clit. Rebecca groans with pleasure as she licks hard then soft. Sandra adds two fingers to the mix to add to the pleasure.

Rebecca's taste is amazing. She grabs handfuls of Sandra's hair, holding her head in place on her rock hard slit. Sandra begins to nibble it as well and that causes a scream from Rebecca.

"Oooh, yes!" she screams. "Do it some more!"

Sandra can feel her face is wet from Rebecca's juices. Then Rebecca starts to buck like a scared horse, almost causing Sandra to fall off the bed, a s violent orgasm rips through her slim body. Sandra pushes her face deeper into her, her tongue as deeps as she can reach and laps up the large amount of juices she was causing to flow from her pussy. She keeps licking until Rebecca begs her to stop as she can't take anymore for now.

Rebecca lies there panting and Sandra crawls up the bed and kisses her. She has a content smile across her face and her eyes are close. Sandra gently strokes the hair out of Rebecca's face and then slowly traces her fingers over the near perfect skin of her shoulder and then runs them down to her nipples. Rebecca's body is perfect to her and it is hard not to touch.

As Sandra looks to the side of the bed, she sees the discarded strap-on cock and she hops off the bed and picks it up. She steps into the leg holes and pulls it up and fastens the belt. She takes the rubber cock in her hand and starts to stroke it. It feels so natural to do and she jumps as Rebecca comes from behind and kisses her neck. Her hand comes around and starts to caress Sandra's breasts and her other has a bottle of lotion which she squirts onto her new cock.

Suddenly Sandra's stroking becomes much smoother and really feels like a proper cock. She can feel her own pussy getting wet with excitement and as soon as Rebecca has arrived, she moves away from Sandra. Sandra turns to see her bent over the dressing table, her eyes fixed on Sandra's in the mirror and a cute little smile on her face. She walks slowly over to Rebecca and strokes her sexy ass, all the time stroking her own cock. As she gets closer she teases both of Rebecca's holes with it, finally resting it against her pussy. Rebecca closes her eyes and Sandra watches intently as her lips stretch to take the width of her cock as it slides in fully into her with one slow movement. She coos as it reaches full depth and immediately Sandra starts to pump in and out of her. It feels so odd but so damn sexy.

After the first few thrusts Sandra realizes that there is a part of this strap-on that is stimulating her own clit as she bangs into Rebecca. She is getting wetter with each stroke and knows she is going to hit her climax very quickly. Sandra's moans are matching Rebecca's as the dressing table shakes with each lunge forward. Rebecca has her hand rubbing furiously on her own clit and they truly cum together. Sandra slumps over Rebecca as they both pant like dogs with their orgasms and Sandra slowly removes her cock from her pussy with a very wet plop. They help each other over to the bed and climb under the sheets together. They drift off into a very content, very relaxing sleep.

When they awaken, they kiss for a while and then it hits Sandra.

"It's Christmas," she says. "Won't Jonathan get suspicious that you're not there?"

Rebecca smiles and says, "I have to tell you something."

"Okay I'm listening."

"Jonathan and I are over, have been for some time. We got in an argument last night and he told me he's been sleeping with some woman half his age and he wants a divorce. Hell, he's probably at her house right now."

"I'm so sorry to hear that," Sandra says.

"Don't be," Rebecca says with a smile. My gift to you wasn't that," she says looking down at the floor to the strap-on. "It is me. That is if you still want me."

Sandra's heart starts to race. "For the rest of our lives?"

"For the rest of our lives."

Sandra smiles and they kiss again. Sandra breaks the kiss when they hear footsteps running down the hall.

"What am I going to tell Kat?"

Rebecca gets a wicked grin on her face. "Why don't we tell her together with a special gift for her?"

The Christmas Gift Ch. 01



Andrew Lehman lay in bed, awake yet not fully aware of his surroundings. Slowly, he opened his eyes and sat up. The room was dark except for faint moon glow from the window. The house was quiet. What had awakened him?

He got out of bed and slipped his feet into house shoes. He shivered. The room was cold. Colder than when he'd gone to bed, what --? Two hours ago. The clock on his night table read 1:18. 

He padded through the window. The sky was crystal clear. The quarter moon shone brightly silver. Down the street, a street lamp tried to rival the moon. The ground below his second floor window had a light dusting of snow. A shadow moved across the ground. Andrew looked up and saw a big owl wing across the sky. Langham Creek and a hiking trail were less than a mile away and there was a lot of wildlife there. Sometimes, you'd even see a deer. In the sky there were no signs of any sleigh or reindeer although it was time for Santa Claus to be making his rounds. 

He decided he was thirsty. He grabbed a robe against the chill and headed out of the room. In the hall there was sufficient light to read the heating system's thermostat. It was on it's usual setting. So why the cold?

Andrew headed down the stairs. Before he was halfway down the steps, he could see the warm multicolored glow of the Christmas tree lights. Did he see a shadow move? Maybe Harley, the family tabby, was nosing around the living room. Andrew went on down a few more steps.

Then stopped. Someone was sitting in his late father's recliner.

His heart was in his throat. He reversed course and went all the way to the top of the stairs. There was definitely someone in the house and he didn't know who it was. He thought about waking his mother. She kept a pistol beside her bed. He'd feel better if she was with him. But Andrew thought better of getting her. He was 18. He played varsity football. He could deal with anybody who was downstairs and he didn't need a gun or his mother for morale. 

Instead, he slipped back into his room and grabbed a baseball bat. He crept silently back to the stairs. Placing his feet carefully so as not make any noise, he descended. He reached the bottom. The occupied chair was turned away from him, facing the tree. He could clearly see the top of someone's head. There were no discernible details; only the shape was visible. Round. A basketball? Was he getting his shorts in a knot over a basketball? How had someone gained access to the living room anyway? And there was Harley, sleeping peacefully in front of the tree. The cat was famously skittish around visitors. If somebody had sneaked in to the Lehman house, why was the cat sleeping just a few feet from the intruder.

Whatever, he'd deal with it. Andrew raised the bat as if her were facing a fastballer. He came up behind the chair. Stepped quickly to his left and prepared to swing the bat.

"Ach! Andrew. Isn't it a little early for spring training?" 

The teen stared. In the chair was a man who looked just like Santa Clause. He was mostly bald with just a ruff of snow white hair over his ears and around the back of his head. He face was so fat, his eyes were almost hidden. He had a nubbin of a nose barely large enough to support his rimless glasses. The man sported a full beard, as white as his hair. 

For some reason, Andrew didn't think that beard was a fake.

The man stood. He was fat. And again, that extra heft wasn't fake. He was also short, much shorter than the teen's six foot one. He wore a red suit trimmed in white. He wore a black belt and boots. Boots with a little unmelted snow on them.

"What the fuck's going on here?"

"Tush, tush," the man chided. "Watch your language. Don't you know who I am?"

"You look like fucking Santa Claus."

"Exactemente, mon jeune fils! Except, between you and I, I prefer Kris Kringle. You may call me Kris."

"I don't fucking believe this."

"Again the potty mouth. Oh, but you will believe. What time is it?"

Andrew looked over at the entertainment center. The DVD player said it was 1:18. Wasn't that --?

"And what do you think this is?" Kris picked up a red cloth sack. It was fully as big as he, round, bulging, yet he lifted it as if it were feather light. He tossed it without effort to Andrew. Andrew dropped the bat to catch the bag. When it hit his hands, it rocked him backwards. Almost knocked him on his can. The bag must weigh a couple hundred pounds! 

"Weakling," muttered the man, who went over, effortlessly picked up the sack, and put it back beside the recliner.

"Are you really Santa?"

"You think I carry a driver's license for ID? Look sit down. I want to talk to you. And you don't need that bat. Dumkopft!"

Kris sat in the recliner. He reached in his jacket, pulled out a long stemmed clay pipe and a well worn leather tobacco pouch. He began to careful fill the pipe.

"What d'you smoke?" Andrew asked as he sat on the edge of the couch. Just for reassurance, he checked again the clock. The numbers hadn't changed.

"Oy vey! Tobacco. Of course."

"Mom doesn't allow smoking inside."

"I think she'll make an exception in my case. This pouch was a gift from Christian IV." He saw the bewildered look on the teen's face. "Don't they teach history any more? King of Denmark. Well, properly, King of Denmark-Norway 1588 to 1648. Nice guy. Made for lots of reforms. Too much fighting though. The Swedes. The Germans. Then the German Catholics. Ach! Too much fighting. But a nice man for all that. Um hum, good king." Kris nodded his head. 

He tucked away the pouch. Then he held the bowl of the pipe in both hands. After a few seconds, the tobacco started to smoke. He raised the stem to his mouth and began to puff happily. Sometimes he puffed so fast the bowl began to glow red hot. The room quickly filled with the aroma of the burning tobacco. There was an oddity about the smoke, however: although Kris tended to blow the smoke straight up, away from himself, the smoke tended to curl back around him. Sometimes the smoke around his head was so thick, he would put aside his pipe, inhale the smoke from the air, and breathe out until the streams were dissipated. Then he would take up the clay pipe again.

"So, we talk, yes?"

"Uh, Kris, listen. What's with this time thing?"

"Ach! How else do you think I get all the deliveries done? Wherever I am, time, it's stopped. Something about the speed of light or relativity or something. I don't understand it, myself. But it works."

"And do you really have a sleigh and reindeer?"

"What? You believe everything you read in comic books or see on cable? But enough questions. We have to talk."

"OK, so talk."

"I don't like what I'm hearing about you."

"Like what?"

Kris leaned forward slightly and set aside his pipe. His fat face became stern. "Like school, for one thing."

"Listen. I do OK."

"OK is good enough for a young man with your brains? And that chemistry teacher, Mr. Holden. He thinks you do OK?"

"Hey, that fire in the chem lab, that was an accident." Andrew didn't look happy at the mention of that subject.

"And now you want to lie to me? And what about that girl? Heather Williams? And what you did in the darkroom after the Photography Club meeting. Gott in himmel! That was bad, it was."

"OK, maybe she's not the best girl on campus, but guys need to get a little sometime to , uh, you know, take the edge off."

Kris huffed. "Me, you tell that? Do you know how long I've been married to Mrs. Claus? Huh? Can you tell me that? Your mother, if she knew about that girl, it would break her heart."

"Yeah, well, I stopped, didn't I?"

"And you go to your mother and say, 'But mom, I quit hitting my baby brother.'"

"I never hit Jake!"

"The idea's the same. You should never start with a girl like that Heather... And look, why don't you help your mother more? You know it's been hard since your father died."

"Yeah, I know. Well, I'm going to get a job after the first of the year and ---"

"The job, that's not the solution. Money, that's not the problem. What's the problem is not helping around the house. Helping with Jake. He looks up to you. And what do you do? You burn down the chemistry lab. Madre di dios!"

"It wasn't," Andrew mumbled, "that big a fire."

"Now we have excuses?" In anger, Kris snatched up his pipe and puffed like an old steam locomotive.

"OK, I know I can do better."

"And stop smoking that shit."

"I don't smoke much and just with friends."

"Again, we have excuses." The man grew calmer. "Answer me this: Are you proud of yourself?"

"I get by."

"Then the answer you give me is 'No'. Listen to what I'm telling you. Jake, he's lost his father. Now you're the man of the house. He's twelve. He watches you. Watches everything you do. Do you want him to see a bupkis?"

"A what?"

"A bupkis ... Get the meaning from its context." Kris shook his head. Sometimes he wondered what the younger generation was coming to. Kris stood. Turned to face the teen

"You know, normally I reward good behavior. That old stuff about naughty and nice is really how things work. But you, you're such a schmoe, I sorta feel sorry for you. Your mom and little brother deserve better. It's not for their fault you're such a loser. So for them, I'm gonna bend the rules. We'll see how you do. Just remember, this is a one time deal. You straighten up and fly right. Be the man your mom needs, the man your brother needs. Understand? Next year, you're good or no more from me."

Andrew said, "I guess so.'

"OK, hand me my bag." 

Bracing himself and grunting with effort, the teen managed to lift the bulging bag. Kris Kringle took it from him and slung the presents over his shoulder. He put his pipe, still smoking. inside his jacket. For the first time he seemed to notice the cat. He bent down and scratched Harley between the ears. Awaking, the cat lifted his head. Kris rubbed him there. Absentmindedly, he said mixing his languages, "El gaito negro, beau chatte."

There came a gust of wind that rattled the windows, making Andrew jump. His glance went to the windows. When he looked back at Harley, the man in red was gone.

Andrew sat heavily on the sofa. He thought he heard the echo of a distant laugh.

"Hoh-hoh-Hoh!"

* *

Marilyn came down the stairs, wearing a floor length fleece robe and slippers against the cold. She saw her son sitting on the sofa.

"Honey?" she said. "Is something wrong?"

"Uh, hi, mom. No, everything's OK."

She had a concerned look on her face as she sat beside him. "I thought I heard voices."

"Oh, that. I was talking to Harley." Andrew gestured at the cat who still slept, curled up, in front of the fireplace. The feline, hearing it's name, opened one eye, raised it's tail in confirmation of the lie, and returned to it's dozing.

"Um, hum. And why did you build the fire?"

"I thought it would be nice when you and Jake woke up."

"Darling, it's barely 2:00. Jake won't be up for another three and a half hours."

"Well, uh, it seemed like a good idea at the time."

"It's a lovely fire. And it does seem cold in here." She moved a few inches closer to her son. Their shoulders touched. "I hope the heat's not going out." 

"It may just be the thermostat's stuck."

"You're probably right." Marilyn rested her head on her son's shoulder. She gave a little sigh of contentment and was quiet. She went to sleep. Andrew just sat there, enjoying the closeness of his mother. 

Andrew listened to the crackle of the fire and the soft breathing of his mother. He tilted his head back and was soon asleep himself. It was a deep, dreamless sleep that didn't last long. He came out of his slumbers and opened his eyes to the flickering firelight. He almost sat up in shock when he realized his mother no longer rested against his shoulder. In her sleep, she had shifted and she now lay across the couch. Her right cheek rested on Andrew's thigh. Her left hand lay gently on his upper leg. And, in her sleep, Marilyn was rubbing her left hand up and down his leg.

He wondered if he could get up without waking her. He didn't think he could, so he just sat there. He began hoping his mother would wake up and get off him. He didn't want to think about her hand. He didn't want to think about her head nearly in his lap. And of course, the more he tried to not think about his predicament, the more he thought about it. 

Marilyn was having the most incredible dream. It was their twentieth wedding anniversary. They'd had an evening of dinner and dancing at the local country club. Craig had hired a limousine and chauffeur so they wouldn't have to worry about driving home after the celebration. During the drive home, they made out like horny teenagers and, well, like horny a teenager, she had decided to reward her wonderful husband. She leaned across him and unzipped the trousers of his tuxedo. She pulled out his cock and licked it to hardness. As he pulled down the strap of her evening gown and played with her bare breast, she sucked him deep. It was the wettest blowjob she'd ever given and he didn't last long. Not that she was worried. She knew Craig was going to be good for several more erections before the night was over...

Andrew had made up his mind that if he were going to get up, he'd better do it now. When his mother shifted again, though, all thought of movement disappeared. Her hand left his leg and went inside his robe. Went inside his shorts. Found his semi-stiff prick and brought it out. His mother turned her head and sucked his cock into her mouth.

Andrew moaned. This was un-fucking believable. The teen carefully brushed his mother's hair from her face. Her eyes were shut as if she were asleep. He wanted it to stop, it felt much to good, but more strongly he wanted his mom to keep going. And his mother did exactly that. She worked her mouth around his cock, up and down it, all over it. Her mouth, besides the insistent sucking sounds, produced little mews of delight.

As intimated by Kris, the teen had gotten a few blowjobs. They were nothing like this, though. Even Heather Williams, who had a reputation as giving a great knob job, couldn't compare with his mom. Heather used her mouth, that was true, but she was like a little old lady who drove to church on Sunday and Emerson Fitipaldi. His mother used her mouth like a NASCAR champion used the throttle and steering .

"Uh, mom..." He knew his balls were about to erupt. He had to warn her. Even Heather didn't swallow. But how did he tell his mother that he was about to cum. There weren't any words. So he put his hands around her head and gently lifted. 

"Nuh uh," she protested with her mouth full of cock. Her free hand massaged his scrotum. She had his cock all the way down her throat. Used her tongue, used her lips.

"Mom, please!" He tugged harder.

"Nuhn!"

OK, if she wants it -- Andrew held her in place. Frantically, he jerked his hips upward. His cock pulsed in his mother's throat. Once, twice, three times. He felt her shudder and then her desperate efforts to swallow his load. The pulses continued. Andrew put his head back and squeezed his eyes shut in pleasure. He stayed like that till his cock was done. The teen opened his eyes and looked at his mother. He fully expected her to release his deflated cock lift her head, and give him a shamed look. Mothers just didn't act this way in the real world. 

Andrew then realized that this world wasn't real, though. The visit from Kris Kringle was proof of that. So maybe this was a new reality.

Marilyn didn't raise her head as her son expected. She kept her face in his crotch. She even kept his cock in her mouth despite its automatic effort to retract. In fact, the woman kept pressure on her son's prick. She sucked softly but without letting up. And like any other ed blooded teenaged male, his cock responded. After five minutes of her ministrations, Marilyn had her son hard again.

Only then did she lift her head. She looked at Andrew with lust misted eyes. She kissed him. Her tongue searched his mouth. Her hands felt inside his robe, rubbed his chest.

Andrew rose from the sofa, holding her easily in his arms. (He thought briefly of how Kris had toted his bag of gifts without any effort at all.) She put her arms around his neck and kissed him some more. He carried her over to the rug that lay in front of the fire. He knelt, carefully placing his mother in the middle of that rug. It was thick and snow white. All the time, they kept their lips pressed together. She kept her arms around him, too, pulling him atop her. Guided his hand inside her fleece robe, placed his hand on the roundness of a breast.

His mind numb with shock, the teen nevertheless did what his mother wanted. He fondled her boob and was gratified to feel the response in her nipple. He'd gotten tit before (and last fall he'd almost gotten inside Amber Nichols' pants on a neighborhood hayride and in his memory, he'd actually succeeded, although she'd stopped him before he reached the crotch of her panties), but those were girlish tits, narrow and small. Now he had a breast that filled his hand, had heft to it. His mother's knocker gave when he gently squeezed and then sprang back into shape. And it was warm. Warm? Hell, it radiated heat.

Marilyn shifted slightly beneath her son. Suddenly, he found himself lying between her thighs. Her eyes, still heavy lidded, told him what she wanted. It was time to act.

He untied her robe and spread it open. His mother wore a thin satin and lace gown underneath the thick fleece -- So much for being cold. The gown was lavender and the prettiest thing he'd ever seen. Or maybe it was the woman within that gown. It accentuated rather than hid her sensuous shape. High firm breasts with prominent nipples poking against the fabric, narrow waist, hips that were wide but all the sexier for that. Her exposed skin was ivory.

The gown had spaghetti straps tied in small bows. He tugged the bows open, pulled the gown away to expose her boobs. Andrew kissed from her lips to her throat and worked his way down to one of her nipples. It was dark brown and stiff as he tongued it. His mother trembled beneath him. Her hands opened his own robe and snaked under his shirt. Pushed his shirt up so she could rub him. Then reached down past her hips, raised the hem of her gown. Marilyn wore no panties. 

He never thought his mother would shave, but was glad she did. Her cunt was fully exposed to him, the outer labia that folded open to expose her inner lips and the pink wetness inside, the hard acorn of her clit. It was his first pussy. Andrew felt an uncontrollable urge to taste it. He dipped his head, relinquishing her nipple and began the brief journey down his mother's body.

She stopped him before he'd made a few inches of progress. She pulled Andrew back to her breast. Then she felt for his cock. It was harder than ever. She steered it to her pussy and let the flared head touch her cunt lips. Without any effort on Andrew's part, he slid inside his mother. One moment, his cock was cantilevered into open space, the next he was balls deep in the warmest, wettest place he ever imagined. That easily he lost his cherry. Became a man. Became a motherfucker.

He moved his hips and found the perfect pace as his mother lifted and dropped her hips in ideal rhythm with her son. It was an effortless fuck. He took his time, enjoying the sensations of his first fuck unless something inside Andrew's brain told him to increase the pace and strength of his thrusts so that their bodies slammed together and each collision shook his mother, made her knockers quiver like Jell-O, drove the breath out of her lungs. Then some instinct made him slow, giving his mom time to catch up with him and also time for him to recover from the brink of orgasm.

As the coupling continued, Andrew became aware that his mother's lips were moving, although the words were silent. He managed to hold an ear close to her lips and was able to discern her words. She was begging him to cum, to make her cum, and yet to let the fuck go on without end. 




The Christmas Gift Ch. 01



Suddenly, the words ceased. Marilyn's body stiffened. A deep red flush enveloped her breasts, spread over her shoulders and even up her throat to touch her cheeks. At the height of her reddening, he felt her pussy contract around his cock. He didn't slow at all, but kept the same steady pace. Marilyn let her arms drop as she released her son. Her body went slack. Still, he fucked her. He was astounded by the length and strength of his thrusts. He didn't know his cock could get so long and fat, that his arms could support his weight so easily as he fucked his mother. He felt he could last till sun up and longer.

It wasn't to be. Marilyn came out of her reverie and again matched his rhythm. Her fingers floated over his skin like butterflies. He felt the need to cum get stronger and try as he might, he couldn't hold back. He moved faster. So did his mother. He again saw the sexual flush tinge her body, although this time the color wasn't as deep. He again felt her contract around his cock, but not as tightly as before. At last he felt the lava pour forth and rather than her throat, he coated the inside of her cunt. It gave a few last weak muscular contractions and Marilyn let go of her son. He collapsed on top of her. They kissed with the tenderness of lost love regained.

Slowly he became aware that he was probably crushing his mom. He rolled off of her. Marilyn went with him, winding up atop her son. 

He misunderstood her movements. He thought she wanted more fucking. "No. No more. I'm dead."

"Silly,'" Marilyn whispered. She got off him and they lay side by side, touching at shoulder and hip, washed over by the orange tinged colors from the fireplace.

She raised herself up to give him one more kiss. She found some wadded up tissues in the pocket of her robe. She used them to wipe off his cock and to stanch the seepage between her thighs. She tossed the soiled tissue over the fireplace screen and watched them shrivel in the heat.

"Good night, darling," Marilyn said as slipped the gown from her body, found the sash of her robe, and tied it tightly around her. 

She was gone. Andrew was left to wonder at what he and his mother had done.

Finally, he realized that, despite the fire, he was cold. He sat up. Harley the cat slept undisturbed just a few feet away. Andrew pulled away his shorts and saw that his cock looked about the same as it always did. Or did it look a little bigger than normal? That must be his imagination. Cocks didn't grow like that. He went up to bed. His sleep was deep and dreamless.

* * * 

He awoke to hear Jake pounding on his door. He called out for his older brother to hurry up, that he couldn't open his presents until Andrew was downstairs. Andrew got out of bed and looked out the window. Sometime during the night, a new blanket of snow had fallen. The world looked fresh and bright, full of promise. 

Scratching and stretching, he found his robe and house shoes, and left his room.

His mother and brother were waiting for him. When he saw her, the memory of the early morning activity flooded back to him. His mother looked so normal. She was smiling, but it wasn't a knowing or conspiratorial smile. She looked fresh like the morning snow and decidedly maternal. Certainly she didn't look like a woman who'd had unbridled sex with her eighteen year old son. Did he dream it all, Kris, his bag of presents, the conversation, the fucking?

Marilyn began to distribute presents. If only she didn't look so damn normal! True, she had a bit more color in her cheeks, her hair maybe had more bounce to it, and she laughed a lot. She certainly was dressed nicely. She wore something she called hostess pajamas. Andrew guessed they were for entertaining. At least, the only time he'd ever see her wear the outfit was when she and dad invited friends over for cards. The pajama consisted of a jacket in gold and lighter colored silk trousers that rode up a little higher than usual on her hips. The jacket was low cut, so she showed some cleavage, and was cut away so that her midriff was bare. Her exposed abdomen looked soft and inviting. 

Andrew shook his head to clear the image of his mother as she'd looked in front of the fire. Bared breasts. Naked pussy. Willing, wet, spread...

"Here you go, honey," Marilyn said, handing him a flat present that turned out to be a new smart phone. He tried to clear the image of her tits as she gave him the gift. Was he imagining things, or did her boobs look bigger this morning? He tried to remember how she'd looked in the hostess pajamas in the past. Yeah, her boobs looked bigger. And although Jake was oblivious to the sight, Andrew could easily see her hardened nipples.

"What's that over there?" Marilyn asked Jake, pointing to a small package that had been pushed away from the tree.

"Let's see." Jake crawled half under the tree to reach the wrapped gift and read the tag. "To: Mom. From: Andrew with love."

"Oh, boy," breathed their mom excitedly. "I wonder what this is!"

Andrew wondered, too. He didn't remember anything like that gift. He'd gotten his mother a gift certificate for a local day spa.

She tore into the present as avidly as any ten year old. Inside the wrapping paper, she found a narrow slender box. Inside was a necklace. It was a gold chain from which hung diamonds set in the shape of a heart.

"Andrew, it's beautiful." She hugged him so hard he thought she would crush him. Then she released him, flopped down in a chair, and pulled her her hair away from the back of her neck. "Here. Put it on for me."

Andrew's hands were shaking so badly as he stood behind his mother that he could barely fit the tiny clasp. He had no idea from where the necklace came. Did his mom buy it for herself and then claim it was from him. His mother didn't play those sorts of games. The mystery bothered him. And his hand shook even more because he was looking straight down her jacket and could see almost to her nipples.

When the necklace was fitted, she rose to look at herself in the mirror over the fireplace mantel. She touched her fingers to the pendant and beamed at Andrew's reflection. "it's perfect... Oh, and I think there's one more gift in the garage. Would you go get it, please?"

Andrew assented. He went through the kitchen and the utility room into the frigid garage. Next to the family SUV was a brand new dirt bike. A helmet was strapped to the seat. The bike had a red ribbon tied between the handlebars and a gift tag. Andrew read it. The bike was for Jake and was from him. Andrew looked closely at the tag. That was his writing, all right.

Mystified, Andrew kicked the bike off its stand and wheeled it into the house.

"Here you go, buddy," announced Andrew as his little brother saw the motor bike.

"Aw, man! All right!" Jake was almost coming out of his skin with excitement. "Is this mine? Man, Andrew, you're the coolest brother ever!"

"But listen, you can only ride it when mom says you can," Andrew said, sounding suddenly very adult and parental. "I'll give you lessons. And if mom or I ever catch you riding with that helmet, I'll take it away from you for a week. Understand?"

"I promise." He made the sign of crossing his heart. Jake caressed the fuel tank, checking out the tires and eying the chrome. "Yeah, Andrew, I'll always wear a helmet. And no riding unless mom says I can ride it." 

"OK, son, why don't you take it back out to the garage. When it's a little later, we'll let you dress and I'll get some pictures of you in the backyard. You'll look neat on it with the snow all around."

Jake gave his brother a hug and then maneuvered the dirt bike out of the den.

"That was so sweet, Andrew. You know, that's all he's been talking about for the past few months."

Andrew hadn't known that.

Marilyn turned back to the mirror and looked at herself. She aligned the diamond pendant more centrally in her cleavage. Then she tugged at the lapels of her jacket. 

"You know, this thing doesn't fit well at all. If I didn't know better, I'd say I've put on five pounds and every ounce went to my boobs." She turned away from the mirror and looked at her older son. "You'd probably like that, wouldn't you? I mean, as much as you wanted to play with them earlier."

His mother pressed herself against him and put his hand inside the jacket.

"Well, tonight you'll get your chance to play with them all you want..."

Hoh, hoh, hoh! 



The Christmas Gift Ch. 02



Kat knocks at the door and both Sandra and Rebecca yell for her to come in. When the door opens, Kat is dresses in a simple short shirt and pink panties. "Oh, I didn't expect you to have company" she says not really all too surprised.

"Can you come here honey," Sandra says panting the bed. "We have something to tell you."

Kat walks over and laughs. "I already know about you two."

"You do?" her mother asks.

"Yeah, it's pretty obvious."

"Well that's good then," Rebecca says.

Sandra elbows her and smiles. "Well do you have a problem with Rebecca moving in here with us?"

"No,"Kat replies. "Not at all."

"Good," her mother says.

"Actually I think it kind of hot."

"What do you mean?" Rebecca asks.

"Well, my mom doing another hot woman."

"Have you ever been interested in other women?" Rebecca asks.

"Sure, but I haven't found the right one to try it with," she answers.

"Well then honey, we have a gift for you this Christmas," Sandra says. "You can have both of us."

A large smile forms on Kat's face and she says, "Right now?"

"Well it is Christmas isn't it?" Rebecca says.

Quickly Sandra and Rebecca work to remove Kat's shirt and panties to reveal a nice, tight set of breasts and very smooth pussy. They lie in the center of the bed and Sandra pulls her daughter in pressing her breasts against her daughter and in immediately turned on as she feels her daughter's smooth, silky skin. As Sandra then looks into Kat's eyes, she leans in and kisses her. Sandra's hand automatically begins caressing her soft skin on her back and then explorers lower to her sexy ass. Kat's hands mirror her mother's in their caressing, even as Sandra's hand moves round to touch her smaller breasts. With their hands busy on their fronts, neither of them notices Rebecca moving in closer and adding her hands to the mix. Kat jumps a little but then she relaxes fully as four eager, delicate hands caress her fantastic curves. They roll Kat onto her back and lean in to have a three way French kiss. Rebecca and Sandra look into each other's eyes, both knowing that they are going to take Kat to a lesbian high she will never forget. As Sandra looks at her daughter lying naked on the bed, she is overtaken with lust and her tongue is demanding to be allowed to explore. She gives way to her tongue's desires and as Rebecca moves in to kiss Kat more passionately, Sandra's tongue snakes a fluttering path across Kat's nipples, down her toned belly and rather than teasing around she plunges it deep into her already wet pussy.

Kat jumped and yelps as her mother's tongue invades her most private place, although the yelp is muffled by Rebecca's kisses the shock is soon replaced with much moaning and purring. Sandra soon applies two fingers to her pussy as well to add to her pleasure and this is met with more squeals of delight. As Kat's excitement grows, Rebecca breaks from the kiss and lifts Kat's head.

"Watch as your mom picking the hell out of your sweet pussy," Rebecca purrs.

Sandra looks up into her wide, excited eyes and increases her tongue flicking until Kat collapses back to take in the tormenting pleasure. Rebecca moves close to Kat's ear and Sandra hears her whisper, "So do you want to try everything?"

In her building pleasure, Kat nods wildly and Rebecca needs no further invite and she sits up, throws one leg over Kat and lowers her shaven mound over her mouth. From Sandra's position she watches her girlfriend's delicious body move closer to her daughter's mouth and sees a nervous tongue slowly extend from her mouth. Sandra smiles as it makes contact and Rebecca gasps as their new toy licks her first pussy.

Rebecca is soon giving soft instruction to Kat as well as moving her pussy against Kat's tongue to maximize her pleasure. Sandra recognizes Rebecca's different squeaks as Kat hit the sweet spot. The excitement of the situation soon starts to bring Rebecca to her climax and Sandra's work on Kat has her in the palm of her hand and as she hears her lover approaching her orgasm, Sandra steps up her tongue work and brings Kat to an amazing high. The two women are screaming out together and Sandra physically has to hold Kat down as her convulsions are in danger of throwing all three of them off the bed.

As they cuddle back together in their sandwich position, Rebecca is in no mood to let things calm down and she pulls her strap-on from up off the floor. Kat looks at with wide eyes as Rebecca passes it to her. She looks speechless but Rebecca soon puts her right. Pointing at Sandra, she says, "Well your mother has just been licking your pussy, surely she deserves a good fucking."

Kat looks a little shocked as she examines the life like cock and exactly as Sandra did the night before, she instinctively caresses and strokes it, as much as she stares.

Rebecca takes control and gets Sandra on all fours and begins licking furiously at her exposed holes. Her expert tongue dashes between holes, probing, teasing and making her aching pussy drip with excitement. Unseen to both of them, Kat has donned the strap-on cock and watches Rebecca with wide eyes while rubbing her own pussy as she takes in the scene.

Rebecca turns to her and says, "Wow, your mom's pussy and ass taste so good. I'm not sure I want to share them with you now." Then she plunges deeper into Sandra. Sandra squeaks with the joy she is feeling and she see saw Rebecca's free hand reach for Kat's pussy. She fires three fingers deep into her and pulls her closer to Sandra's ass. Rebecca has them both where she wants, with Sandra on the edge of cumming from her expert tongue and Kat real horny. Rebecca moves herself away from Sandra and lines up the rubber cock to Sandra's wet pussy and says to Kat, "Fuck your mother good"

Sandra expects Kat to still slide into her gently but no. Instead she feels the cock ram fully into her in a split second. Sandra yelps with the pain and tears come to her eyes but Rebecca is slapping Kat's ass. "Do it harder!"

Kat takes a firm hold of her mother's hips, withdraws herself and then rams back in to the hilt again. The pain is bad but the excitement of it and the swearing from Rebecca sets a whole different scene and Sandra begins to scream and pull away like a rape victim and everyone is really getting their pleasure from it. 

As Rebecca sees that Kat is now in the zone, she moves around and puts her delicious smooth pussy right in Sandra's face and by grabbing her hair, she pulls her hard into place. Sandra laps at her wet mound and really starts to relish her new role as a perfect slave to these delicious women. Kat is ramming her new cock into her mother's pussy and her hands have moved forward to aggressively squeeze Sandra's breasts and pinch her nipples. Rebecca has Sandra's head pushed hard into her pussy while her free hand has roamed all the way down her back and she is pushing at least one finger into Sandra's ass. There is so much going on and so many sensations of pain and pleasure, Sandra is lucky to be still conscious from the feeling overload. 

It isn't too long before Sandra's orgasm comes in a flood of juices and shaking from her. Kat doesn't slow down too much as she is loving her new role and the sensations her clit is getting from the ramming has already taken her to multiple climaxes and she has no intentions of stopping. Similarly, Rebecca will not let Sandra stop until she had reached her own orgasm which is thankfully only seconds away too.

As Rebecca's shaking passes, they have to beg Kat to ease off and stop and then they all collapse in a sweating, breathless pile on the bed. As they looked around at each other, they start to laugh as they look at the complete bombsite they have created. The bedding and sheets are quite damp and sticky from the excessive amounts of cum from three very horny girls. Still chuckling, Rebecca kisses them both. 

As they all lay on the bed, they huddle together, kissing and gently stroking each other. Rebecca says, "Merry Christmas to both of you."

Kat smiles and asks, "Does Christmas come only once a year?"

Rebecca and Sandra look at each other and smile before Rebecca says, "Christmas can come as often as you want."



The Christmas Gift Ch. 02



Christmas Night

Marilyn Lehman stood at the patio door watching her two sons in the back yard. Jake, 12 years old, was astride his brand new trail bike. Andrew,18, was showing his younger brother the controls. Both boys were dressed warmly. Although it was early afternoon and the sun was coming out, it was still cold. Several inches of snow covered the yard. It was a picture postcard Christmas Day, full of blue skies, cotton clouds, and white snow.

Andrew stepped away from the bright green bike. He got the video recorder ready. Jake made one last check of his helmet, tugging the chin strap tight. He half stood off the seat. He kicked the starter. The engine roared to life. Gingerly, the boy tried the accelerator. The roar took on a different pitch as the motor sped up. He twisted the accelerator the opposite direction. The engine slowed.

Marilyn saw her older son gesturing. Jake nodded and held up a thumb. He eased the trail bike forward off it's stand and put it in gear. With a jerk, the bike started across the yard. Jake steered in a wobbly circle. Andrew shouted encouragement. The wobble firmed up. His path through the snow became more certain and, after a few circuits, Jake was riding like a pro.

Proud, the mother turned from the door. She would have rather watched from outside, but Andrew had suggested her presence might have made Jake too nervous. So she had stayed inside to watch, hidden from her sons.

She touched the heart shaped diamond pendant Andrew had given her for Christmas. It had been a total surprise, just as the motorcycle had been for Jake. She hadn't realized her older son could be so thoughtful. Since his father had left, Andrew had gone through a difficult period. Rebelliousness and difficulties in school were just two signs of the distress he was experiencing. Was this Christmas marking the return of the son she knew and loved?

Marilyn went through to the kitchen to check dinner. It had been hard to find a turkey small enough for just three people and since they all disliked leftovers, she had bought a glazed ham for their Christmas meal. It was just about done. The mashed potatoes on the stove were ready. She turned on the oven to bake some rolls.

She went back to the patio door. Outside, she clapped a few times when Jake could see her. Then she called over the noise of the dirt bike to Andrew that the food was almost ready. She wanted them inside in ten minutes to wash up. Andrew waved an acknowledgment. He watched his mother return to the warmth of the house.

She was an attractive woman who looked younger than her 43 years. She was slightly taller than average height and had a graceful figure. Tennis kept her in shape. Marilyn wore her dark hair in a short bob and was careful to see her hairdresser to help fight the battle against gray hair. She had deep brown eyes, mysterious pools that could sparkle with laughter or blaze with anger.

Back in the kitchen, Marilyn tossed the salad. She stopped to tug at her brassiere. It was uncomfortably tight and the action of tossing the salad made it cut into her flesh. As she had noticed last night, her breasts seemed larger; certainly the pressure from the cups of her bra pointed to an increase in size. Sometimes during her time of the month she had problems with water retention, but that usually didn't manifest itself this way. She wondered if she needed to make an appointment with her doctor to discuss the change. It was probably only temporary, but she tried to stay in tune with her body.

Thinking of her swollen breasts, she was reminded of last night. She couldn't believe that she had actually let Andrew make love to her. Make love? Oh, no, it had been a long and satisfying fuck. Her first since the boys' father had left, the best in an even longer time because the year before he finally moved out, her husband hadn't come close to satisfying her sexually.

Was that why she wasn't ashamed, wasn't horrified at breaking the incest taboo? Before he fucked her, Marilyn would never have considered sex with her older son. Now, she had no regrets at all. She relished the dreamy blow job she'd given him and was amazed at how hard she'd orgasmed when he fucked her. Was she a terrible mother for wanting more? She didn't think so. Had she harmed Andrew? Of course not. A 18 year old male was a bundle of hormones and suppressed sexual energy. Better he unleash that energy than keep it bottled up inside. Or find some high school tramp to fuck and catch all sorts of horrible diseases. Or knock her up.

Marilyn smiled at the rationalization, for she realized that was exactly what it was. Despite that, she knew that if he wanted her, she'd fuck Andrew again. 

*

The Lehman family sat around the fireplace. Darkness had fallen outside. The only light in the house came from the fire. There were Christmas carols playing softly in the background

"This," Marilyn said as she hugged her youngest, "is what Christmas is supposed to be."

"It was great, mom. I really love you." Jake returned the hug, even harder. "I don't think it could be any better."

"I'm glad, darling. I think it's been great, too" She patted her son on the leg. "But I think it's time we start a new tradition. If you gentlemen will excuse me..."

Marilyn got up from the sofa. She left the den, headed for the kitchen. She quickly returned carrying a small bottle of champagne, three glasses, and a towel.

"You're the man of the house now, Andrew. Will you do the honors?"

He took the bottle from his mother. "I don't know what to do."

"It's time you learned. Tear off the foil... See the wire? Twist it off and toss it in the fireplace... Point the bottle in a safe direction and using the towel, put your thumbs at the base of the cork... Watch it... now push with your thumbs, slow pressure but constant... More... Ah!" she exclaimed as the cork popped free and a bit of the sparkling wine burbled out of the bottle. "Excellent. Now my glass, then your brother's, and finally yours.

"Jake you get just a taste. I don't want you to turn into an alcoholic." She handed her youngest his glass. "Stand up for the toast, guys. For the best Christmas ever and may all our future Christmases be filled with the love we share tonight."

She clinked the rim against her son's glasses. They did the same with each other's. Marilyn took a sip and watched as her sons followed suit.

"It makes my nose itch," exclaimed Jake.

"That's the bubbles. Well, Andrew?"

"Mine, too. It's good."

"Nobody," his mother said, "ever got to first base with a bum wine. Remember that, dear."

Andrew looked at his mother over the rim of his champagne glass and nodded.

"Now, I'd like a little more and we can all sit down."

Andrew filled his mother's glass and topped his off. The family cat came in and hopped up on Andrew's thigh. Harley stretched out, rubbing his cheek against the teen's knee. He got his ears scratched.

Jake asked why the champagne had bubbles. His older brother gave a quick and simple explanation. He added at the conclusion, "It may make you a little tipsy."

Marilyn nodded as Jake goggled at the glass. "I think it has already."

"A little more won't hurt you. Just remember, this is a special occasion."

"OK, mom." He took another cautious sip. When his mother asked about his first ride on the motorbike, he put the glass down and began to describe in excited terms his ride. "Andrew says that maybe next week he'll take me to the lake to ride. He says they don't allow dirt bikes at Langham Park."

"I think that would be fine," Marilyn said. "Just remember your promise."

"Oh, I do, mom. I promise I'll remember."

They talked of other things. As they did, occasionally Marilyn and her older son shared a glance. Once he saw she look down at his crotch. A couple of times he stared at her chest. She knew each time he looked there. Did he realize how tightly the cups held her boobs, chafed her nipples? Made them hard? He couldn't see them; the bra and her heavy shirt hid the protuberances, but did some instinctive awareness exist? Her pussy started to moisten. Could he smell her arousal? In her imagination, she tasted his cum in her mouth. She felt his fingers entering her cunt in preparation of his cock. As he pet Harley she thought how appropriate, since he'd soon be entertaining a different pussy.

Conversation lapsed. Silence grew. Marilyn looked at her youngest. Jake's head was nodding.

"I think you've had enough excitement, and bubbly, for one Christmas." She got to her feet. "Let's march you up to bed."

"OK." Jake slowly rose. His mother playfully smacked him on his butt to hurry his progress to the stairs. She followed him up.

It was almost twenty minutes before she returned to the den. She saw Andrew sitting patiently.

"Do you want some more champagne?"

"Is there much left?"

"A couple of glasses."

"Let's share." Marilyn took a sip from Andrew's glass and put it aside. She shooed away the cat. Took his place. Kissed her older son.

"That was brilliant, planting the idea in Jake's head that the champagne would affect him."

"The power of suggestion? I didn't even realize I'd done it until afterwards." Andrew fondled her tit.

Upstairs, safely behind the closed door of her bedroom, she had removed the confining bra.

"That feels so nice," she said, kissing lightly his face and ear.

"Is the scamp asleep?"

Marilyn unbuttoned her son's shirt. She kissed his chest, licked his nipple. "Softly snoring. You've changed the last few days."

"For the better?"

"Definitely." Marilyn turned, throwing her leg over him so she straddled him. She felt his bulge as she slid against him. She suddenly regretted not having worn a skirt. A skirt without panties, so her juices would soak his crotch as she rubbed.

Andrew filled his hands with her boobs. "I never knew you were hot."

"Now you've hurt my feelings." She squirmed against his hard on. She kissed him. Fiercely, on the lips. Massaged his tongue with hers. Pressed her tits against him. Moaned in pleasure and anticipation.

"No, you were always good looking. But now you're hot. Fucking hot."

"Baby, I need you. Please."

He stood, cradling his mother in his strong grip. He started to set her on the rug, where he'd fucked her in the early morning of Christmas Day. Gave her his hard cock, his molten lava cum as special presents.

"No! No, I want us in my bed."

"All right." 

Effortlessly, he carried her upstairs and down the hall. The door to her bedroom was ajar. It opened fully with a nudge of his foot. The room was lit by numerous, almost a dozen, candles. The soft scent of lavender filled the room. 

The covers of the bed were already pulled down. He laid his mother gently in the middle of it. He followed her down and pressed his lips against hers. Slipped his hand under her blouse, tickled her tummy. Added the warmth of his hand to the heat of her breast. 

She pushed Andrew's face away from her, but not in negation. She guided him to her her tit. He sucked her nipple through the cotton of her shirt. Soaked it with his saliva while he fought open the buttons and could feast directly. Then the hard teat was in his mouth and she felt a small orgasm blossom from her cunt as he 

bit and suckled.

Her fingers tore at his belt, ripped at his fly. She struggled to get out his cock. He had to help her with one hand before his raging beast was free. It was as big and hard as she remembered. She rubbed her thumb over the smooth flesh of the flared head. Under the rib of its crown. Along the thickly veined shaft. She reached his balls and felt their fullness.

"Please, darling," Marilyn gasped.

Andrew laughed softly. He got off his mother and shed his shirt. He kicked off his shoes and stripped away his socks. Undone, his pants along with his boxers fell easily to the floor. While he stepped free of them, his mother took off her blouse. She undid her trousers. Naked, Andrew grabbed her feet. He pulled off her shoes and socks, grabbed the legs of her pants, and tugged them clear. She was down to a pair of tiny lace bikinis and she looked the most beautiful, the most stimulating woman in the world.

He fell on her. He gave in to an animalistic impulse. He ripped her panties away with his teeth. Then his tongue found her clitoris.

"AH-h-h-h!" she moaned as he licked. Another orgasm, stronger than her previous cum, shook her.

Having never smelled, never tasted pussy, Andrew was prepared to dislike it, even be repulsed. He was surprised, however: the taste and aroma were heady, unlike anything he'd experienced. And his delight was heightened as he ate out his mother, because he knew she was getting even more pleasure than was he.

Marilyn felt his hair in her hands, pressed his to her core. Last night, this morning, she had denied him this feast in her desire for his cock. Now, however, she wanted this, wanted his tongue, his teeth, his lips as they all explored the center of her sexual being. And when his fingers were added to her cunt and he started to fuck her with them, she came again.

"No more. Too much, " she gasped.

"I've just started, darling," Andrew assured his mother. He let his face come away from her cunt but continued to use his fingers.

"No, sweetheart. Fuck me. Please? I've had too much of your mouth. I need your cock."

Her desperation was too evident. He moved up her body, kissing as he went until he reached her lips. He hesitated to kiss her; his lips were coated with cunt juice. She might find it unpleasant. Marilyn didn't hesitate, though. She pulled Andrew down, pressed her lips to his, searched his mouth with her tongue. She let him suck on her tongue as he moved his body into the V of her thighs. Her hand groped for his cock.

"You want it bad, don't you mom?" he asked and speared up inside her. Fully entered her in one smooth motion.

"Oh, fuck! " Although she was wet and open for her son, the sudden thrust shook Marilyn. The hardness filled her. Her eyes, open wide, smiled up at his. Her legs went around his waist., hugging him tightly. "Oh, darling. That's so fucking good. "

"Shit, yeah, mom." Levering himself up by his extended arms, he worked his hips in up and down, in and out motions. Periodically he dipped his head down to kiss her mouth or nip at her knockers. At first, Marilyn was satisfied to lie there and accept his thrusts. Before long, though, she was moving to meet his thrusts. She even added a circular motion to her hips, so the path of his cock was a corkscrew. And when he quickened his pace, so did she. 

"Mom, I gotta cum."

"Oh, yes, my darling. I want you to cum. Don't hold back, son. Let yourself go."

"But I want you to cum with me."

"Darling, I've already cum three times," she admitted as she looked up at her son's strained face. "And when you shoot off, I'll cum again. I guarantee it; I'm that fucking close."

"You want my cum?"

"Yes. I want it so damned bad, baby."

Exercising a level of self-control he didn't think he possessed, Andrew pulled nearly out of his mother's pussy and held himself there. Just the head of his cock nudged apart the lips of her hungry pussy. She jerked her hips upward to fill herself again. He teased her by further withdrawal. 

"Oooh, you bastard. It's not nice to treat your poor horny mother this way. Do you want me to beg you?"

"You don't have to beg, mom," answered Andrew as he slid his entire length back inside Marilyn. He regretted the way he teased her, so he resumed his steady pace. That slow, methodical rhythm quickly gave way, though as he built up to a rapid, frenetic jerking of his hips. 

"That's right, darling. That's the way to fuck your horny mommy. Um, yeah! Stick it in me long and hard. Fuck your cum in my cunt. Yes! Yeah, goddamn you! Motherfucker! Fuck your bitch mama! Cream your bitch mommy's cunt!"

And he did. Shot off in her gasping pussy, filled it as she buried her face in his shoulder to keep from screaming. Came in her cunt as she came, too, flooded by the heat of his semen...

*

Freshly cleaned, Marilyn came from her bathroom. She carried a damp washcloth. She kissed her son's cock and gave it a few licks before wiping their combined juices from his groin.

"Isn't that gross?"

She knew what her son meant. "No, not at all. I like the taste."

"I don't know..."

"Next time, I'll save some for you. The way you went to town on my pussy, I think I can promise you that you'll like it." She returned the soiled cloth to the master bath. When she came back this time she carried a small red hand towel. She turned on her bedside lamp and draped the towel over the shade. The room was filled with a warm reddish glow. Before snuggling next to her son, Marilyn went around her room, blowing out the candles.

Safely back in the arms of her son, she said, "I can't believe this. I never thought I'd be fucking my own son. I should feel terrible. Where's my guilty conscience?"

"It's weird, but you don't know half of it," Andrew offered. He told her about the previous night's strange occurrence with Kris Kringle.

"What were you smoking?"

"He asked me the same thing... Look, mom, it happened just like I said it did. He disappeared. Time started back up. I fell asleep. Then you came downstairs and, well, you know the rest."

Marilyn propped herself up on one elbow so she could look directly at her son's face. "You don't usually tell lies. Well, you used to not, but lately - " 

She shook her head. "And Kris told you that he'd do something for you as an incentive to improve your behavior?"

"That's right. And you and I, uh, did what we did. Then Christmas morning, well, there was this diamond pendant, " he touched the only thing his mother was wearing, " for you and that trail bike for Jake. Mom, I didn't buy those. I swear I didn't. I had no idea they were there."

"And my boobs got bigger," she said, thinking through what her son was saying.

"And my cock did, too. I mean, it was OK, but not like now."

"Right now," his mother teased as she prodded his flaccid cock, "there's not much to brag about."

"You know what I mean."

"OK, maybe I believe you. It's unbelievable, but maybe I believe you anyway. I've seen a change already in how you relate to Jake. And you're different around me, too. And I'm not talking about the sex!" she added with a smile. The smile disappeared, though, as she got serious.

"I'm not going to ask you to stop - " She paused and looked intently at her son. She laid her head against his shoulder and went on, "I'm not going to ask you to stop smoking dope, but I wish you would."

"Mom, I stopped doing weed officially as of, " He turned his head to look at his mother's bedside alarm: it was1:30. "As of approximately 24 hours ago."

"Then, this is the new Andrew Edward Lehman?"

"Totally new. For as long as you want me."

"Oh, damn, now I'm going to cry." And she did sniffle. She rubbed her nose against his chest before going on. "I want you for a long, long time, son. But, now I want us to sleep. I'll wake you in about an hour and you'll go back to your room. I don't want Jake getting up early and finding us like this."

"No, that would be bad."

"It would be a disaster."

"But we're still going to have sex, won't we?"

"Do you mean, are we still going to fuck like rabbits? Oh, yes, my darling motherfucker. Exactly like rabbits."

She lay there and listened to her son snore and thought about what he'd told her. Kris Kringle? Did she really believe in Santa Claus? She nodded to herself. And fell asleep.



The Christmas Gift Ch. 03



When Andrew came downstairs, Jake, still in pajamas was finishing breakfast. His mom was at the stove. She was in her night clothes, too.

"Good morning, dear." She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. Andrew couldn't believe how normal she looked. No one would ever think that she had spent a large part of the previous night in incestuous love with her older son. "Pour yourself some orange juice and milk. I'll have these eggs done in a little bit."

"OK." Andrew tousled his brother's hair. "How's it going, dude?

Jake found a bit of grape jelly on his lips and licked it clean. "Hi, Andrew. Are you going with me to Tucker's house?"

Their mother answered, "No, he's got some chores to do. We'll drop you off. Now, why don't you get upstairs and bathe? I'll be in to check on you in a few minutes and I'd better see lots of suds in that tub."

"OK," the twelve year old said as he scampered out. His feet stamped on the stairs as he bounded up them.

His mother took the skillet off the stove. She turned to her 18 year old son and took him in her arms. They shared a long deep kiss. His hand naturally went inside her fleece robe. He found her soft warm tit inside and caressed her. He felt the nipple stiffen as she sucked on his tongue.

Finally she pulled away from Andrew. He was disappointed and told her so.

"There's time, later," she said. Marilyn would have let her son continue, but she had other plans for the day.

"OK," Andrew said. He knew he could trust his mother. After their first fuck on Christmas Eve and the follow up last night, he was willing to let her take the lead. At least for now. "What's the plan."

"Tucker's mom called and asked if Jake wanted to come over for the day. Some of the boys next door are building a snow fort and he needs reinforcements for his own fort. Jake says that's a great idea and I told her we'd drop him off."

"So we've got the day together?" Andrew was liking the way she was talking.

"That's right."

Andrew gave her a hard hug and pressed his boner against her.

"Down, tiger, down," his mother advised. "We've got things to do today."

"I know..."

Marilyn slapped him gently, laughed, and stepped out of his arms a second time. "Now, you behave. I'm going upstairs to check on your brother. Eat your breakfast. Then get cleaned up. We're going to town. Use my shower. We've only got about 40 minutes."

The teen wanted to ask more, but he didn't have a chance. His mother was gone. 

With nothing to do but comply, he ate quickly. He headed upstairs, went to his room, and got clean clothes. He could hear his brother laughing from the bathroom they shared. He went to his mother's room. Her bed, where they had recently fucked, was roughly made. Her bathroom was still steamy. She'd put out a fresh towel for him. Before showering, he took a peek in the dirty clothes hamper. The nightgown he'd removed from her the night before was still warm.

His cock was rock hard as he let the hot water run over him and soaped up. He wished his sexy mom would come in and help him wash, but he knew that wasn't in the cards. He thought about jacking off, but decided it was better to save up his cum. So the horny teen just showered, dried off, and dressed.

Andrew was trying to think of some excuse to help his mother dress. That was futile. She'd taken her clothes to the half bath downstairs and was locked in. Jake was sitting on the couch wrapped up like a mummified Eskimo, nothing visible but his eyes and grin behind the ski mask. They made small talk till his mom came out and said they were sitting on go so darn it, let's went!

She was dressed in a dark gold sweater that fit her loosely, a long brown skirt that reached past her calves, and boots. As they headed for the garage, she pulled a cap over her hair and ears and pulled on a jacket. She grabbed a purse that wasn't nearly as big as the ones she often chose. Andrew was a bit surprised at the boots. He'd never noticed her wearing them before. Made of dark shiny leather, they had high heels and went up under the hem of her skirt. The heels were tall enough that they made her only a few inches shorter than his 6'1".

Jake climbed in the SUV's back seat. Andrew road shotgun. Once they were on the road, Andrew saw the sky was a deep blue and contrasted beautifully with the white snow that lay over the world. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and although the sun was shining, it didn't lend much warmth.

It was a short drive to their destination, but Marilyn drove slowly, looking out for patches of ice and kids. It seemed that every yard had kids, building snowmen, having snowball fights, or making snow angels. Jake was so excited he was bouncing from one window to another to catch all the action. 

Finally they arrived at their destination. A couple of Eskimo mummifies who could have been anybody but were the same size as Jake were using a sheet of plywood to shove snow into a bulwark. Marilyn stopped at the curb, told Andrew she'd only be a minute, and got out of the SUV. She left the engine running to keep the heater going. Jake was right behind her, running to help his buddies.

Marilyn went to ring the doorbell. She spoke a couple of minutes with the woman who answered the door. Once Andrew saw his mother shake her head. He heard the distant laughter from the two moms. Then the door closed and she was coming back to the SUV.

She got in, put on her her seatbelt, and looked all around the vehicle for kids. She drove off.

"What's on the agenda?"

Marilyn looked at her son. "Did anybody ever tell you there are no stupid questions? Well, sweetheart, they're wrong. That was just about as dumb a question as a man could ask a woman. You just sit there and you'll find out. As Charlie Chan used to say, 'Patience are a lovely virtue'."

She patted his thigh. He didn't say anything. He had no idea who Charlie Chan was or what patients had to do with his mother and him, unless they were going to do volunteer work at some hospital. Personally, he'd have thought better if they had retraced their route and gone right back home. He was ready to fuck his mom again.

He had no idea where they were headed. She pulled on the freeway. Traffic was light and people were slowing down when they drove over one of the salted and sanded overpasses. She pulled off the freeway. She turned into the parking lot at a large strip mall. It contained a mattress store, a sports bar, and smaller places like a sub sandwich shop and a pizzeria. Marilyn drove to the very end where there was a boutique. It wasn't your everyday sort of boutique, though. The big neon letters out front proclaimed The Boom-Boom Room. Smaller letters advised potential customers that store had the largest selection of "performance" attire, lingerie, and adult novelties in the city.

"What are we doing here?"

Marilyn parked and shut off the engine. She shook her head in wonder. 

"Are you really my son? I didn't know I gave birth to an imbecile." She ruffled his hair. "Tell me, darling son, what does one do at a store."

"One buys things?"

"Exactly. Didn't I mention how I seem to have added all this weight in my boobs? Your old friend Kris Kringle, no doubt, is who you need to be thankful to. Just look." Marilyn lifted her sweater, exposing her naked boobs to her son. Once more, Andrew was greeted with a view of his mother's creamy white globes and their hardened dark nipples that made his mouth water. "I don't have a single bra that fits anymore. So we're going shopping. I found this gift card in my wallet – another bit of work from your old pal Kris? - and did some investigating on the internet. From what I read, this is the place to shop."

She pulled her sweater back where it belonged. 

Feigning irritation, he mumbled, I guess if I gotta..."

"You gotta..." She gave her son a kiss on the lips and gave the hard muscle of his thigha squeeze. She was gratified to see the beginning of a bulge inside his jeans. "I know you hate being seen in public with your ugly old mother, but if we run into any of your slutty young girlfriends from school, I'll try not to embarrass you."

The teen didn't think they were likely to run into anyone he knew. After all, they'd driven clear across town to get here. And none of his friends were likely to shop here. He reminded his mother of this fact.

"Good. Then if anybody sees that boner you're sporting, they'll just assume it's because I'm the hottest MILF around and not because I'm your mom. Now, let's go!"

They got out of the SUV and Marilyn locked it up. They headed towards the nearest entrance. As they walked, he casually put his arm around his mother's waist. She let him pull her closer so that their hips bumped together. His mom adjusted her stride to match his. He never thought something as normal as walking could be erotic, but as they moved in unison, he felt his erection grow. 

He didn't know what priapism was; if he had, he might have wondered if he had a terminal case.

The door had a bell that tinkled as they entered. It was a huge store, brightly lit, with display cases, dozens of mannequins, and a couple of salesgirls who looked to be barely out of high school. One of them, a black woman with hair dyed a deep shade of purple, came over. Despite the winter weather outside, she wore a bikini top, hipster pants, and stilettos with five inch heels. The top was barely able to cover her bouncing boobs, barely big enough to hold her gold name tag. Shaniqua, it said. She had both eyelids and her lower lip pierced. The upper curves of her large boobs were tattooed, but Andrew didn't want to stare, so he couldn't read what the words were.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," she said as she joined them at the door, "but this store is adults only."

Indeed, there was a sign outside clearly stating that fact.

Marilyn smiled sweetly. "Even for a mother and her son?"

The clerk's eyes got big and round. "Oh-h. In that case, is there anything in particular I can show you?"

"Well, I'd like to start with some brassieres."

"Right this way."

Marilyn followed the salesgirl; Andrew followed his mother.

"What size are we needing today?"

Marilyn showed her, lifting her sweater.

"Oh, OK. I'd say 38C to start..."

"Or maybe 36D," added Marilyn. "Darling, why don't you look around while Shaniqua and I see what's available."

"OK."

"Maybe you'd like to find me a couple of nighties?"

"Yeah, sure."

He'd have rather stayed with the two woman, but Andrew could take a hint. He strolled away from the section of bras. As he walked around, he was amazed at the mannequins. They were anatomically correct. All had prominent nipples. Most had pierced indentations that would have been navels on living, breathing women. 

"Can I help you?"

"Shit!" exclaimed Andrew as he whirled around and saw the second salesgirl standing there smiling at him. With white spiked white hair, she wore a lace camisole and black leather miniskirt. She was less pierced than Shaniqua, possessing only a nose stud. A garland of green leaves and small red flowers was tattooed around her neck and trailed down her left shoulder. She had small pointed breasts. Her name tag said she was Naomi.

"My, uh, friend says I should pick out some nightgowns for her."

Naomi took in his bulge and smiled. "Isn't she a little old for you, stud?

"Uh, not really."

"I mean, she's old enough to be your mother!" She laughed. She glanced over at Marilyn and Shaniqua, who were looking at several styles of bras. "Not that she's old and decrepit or anything. I just hope your woman has a some resistance. She's the type Shaniqua likes. If you're unlucky, that woman of yours will wind up Shaniqua's bitch. Of course, if that happens, I may help you forget all about her..."

She took a last long look at Andrew's bulge. "Sleepwear's over here."

As he followed the girl to that section of the store, he watched the other clerk lead his mother to the changing rooms. He watched them disappear through the curtains and his blood went cold. Was Naomi shitting him or telling the truth about the black girl? He didn't like the idea of his mother being kissed and groped by the salesclerk. Then, the more he thought about it, maybe it would be hot. Unless his mother preferred a woman to him. He had to consider that possibility. Now that he and his mother were lovers, he didn't want to lose her. That would kill him.

"What do you think she'd like?" the white salesgirl asked. "Something short and slutty or long and romantic? I think she'd be the romantic type myself, but I've been wrong before... I tell you what: Shaniqua won't waste much time. Do you like the idea of that black dyke licking up your woman? She's got a five inch tongue. I know. I seen her lick snatch before. I'll bet your woman's creaming already. Wanna bet, stud?"

Her eyes caressed his bulge once more and truth be told, it was a whopper. Just as Kris Kringle had enhanced Marilyn's boobs, he had worked his magic on Andrew's cock.

Naomi closed the distance between them. She kissed him as her hands felt his cock through his jeans. "I know I can make you forget that woman. Besides, by now, she's forgotten all about you. Believe me."

Andrew didn't know what to do. He didn't want to cheat on his mother, and yet if what the salesgirl said ---

Shaniqua suddenly appeared from behind the dressing room curtains. Striding over. she looked most unhappy. She addressed Andrew.

"The woman says that you should bring her some nightgowns." She walked off, stopped, and looked back over her shoulder at him. "She's in dressing room three."

"OK," Andrew said. "Say, what's performance attire?"

"Clothes for dancers," explained Naomi with a smirk. She apparently relished her co-worker's failure. "Exotic, belly, that sort of thing."

"I think I'll look at them later." He turned to the racks of negligees and the salesgirl left him. He saw her go over to her co-worker. Naomi gave the black girl and peck on the cheek and they put their arms around each other briefly before separating.

Andrew looked at the several racks of clothes. He was immediately and totally lost. Finally he found a tag on one negligee that was made mostly of black cobwebs and found the size and care tag. He had no idea what size size his mother wore; he had no idea what fabrics to pick. He looked at several more items. He knew petite meant small and decided his mother wasn't that. He considered her boobs. They were certainly large, so he went to the large section of the rack. He decided to ignore the material. He thought about Naomi's comment that his mother looked like the type of woman who would want romantic sleepwear. The black cobwebs certainly looked romantic to him. He picked that one out in large and three of four more like it. Then he threw in a baby doll with matching panties.

He put his selections over his arm and walked over to the register where Shaniqua stood.

"I found these," he said.

The salesgirl looked through them quickly, counting them. She shook her head, then told him, "You gots to be crazy. OK, take 'em to her."

"UH -"

"Like I said, she's in dressing room 3"

He realized that it was apparently OK for him to go in to the dressing room area. He'd never even considered that before, but he liked the idea. He carted the armful of nylon and lace through the curtains and stopped at number three. It was also curtained. He knocked respectfully.

"Yes?"

"It's me."

"Well, come on in, me."

He pushed through the curtain. The dressing room was larger than he expected, with the door and the three walls mirrored. Later on, he would comment on this and his mother would explain that she thought this was because dancers and others would need more room to see themselves in the performance attire. The customers would want to see what the garments did when they did their dance steps.

His mother was standing in the center of the floor, looking at herself in the mirrors. She had on a black bustier that was trimmed in hot pink. The garment left the upper part of her knockers and her hard nipples bare. The waist was tight and below she had on matching bikini panties. The bustier had garters that were snapped to her tan stockings. She still wore her boots.

"What do you think?" Marilyn asked.

Oh, shit mom. You're hot."

"As if we didn't know that already ---" She turned to let him look at her from all angles. "So, this manages to stir your male beast?"

"Fuck, yeah."

"I guess we'll have to buy it, then. And I have some absolutely divine bra and panty sets to model for you at home." Marilyn looked at her son and smiled. She reached down and hooked her thumbs in the panties and pushed them down. Past the garters, past her stocking tops, and down her boots. She sat on the dressing room bench to pull the panties all the way off. She folded them neatly and sat them on the carpet with her other choices.

"Trying on all these clothes really takes it out of a girl. Maybe I need to take a few minutes before looking at the goodies you brought me." She opened and closed her thighs. "And you know, it makes me feel all sexy with these new undies."

"I like it when you feel sexy," Andrew told her. He saw that her purse was hanging on a hook to one side of the door. He took down the handbag and rummaged within it. He found her lipstick. He uncapped the tube and used the lipstick to color her dark nipples. 

"You nut," she laughed as she looked at her heavily coated nipples. 

He put away the lipstick and took one tit in his mouth. He licked her nipple, moving his tongue back and forth. He licked and sucked until all the make up was cleaned off. 

"I like the taste of your lipstick," he said, turning to her other tit.

"That's good to know. Next time I'll color my pussy lips."

"If you do that, mom, I may never stop eating you. Never ever at all. And then my cock wouldn't get any action."

"Just because we haven't sixty-nined yet doesn't mean we won't." 

"Ummm, yeah, I like that idea, you eat me while I eat you. I wonder what the calorie count is for fresh cunt?"

"Probably the same as tube steak." She pulled his lips from her nipple and kissed her son.

"Shit, mom. You make me wanna fuck."

"I can tell," Marilyn said as she unzipped his jeans and pulled his boner from his boxers. She gave it several playful kisses and licks. Marilyn was careful to smear her lipstick (freshly applied just before her son joined her in the dressing room)over the head and shaft of his cock. To her, few things made a hard cock look sexier than a coating of lipstick. And, truth be told, she enjoyed the taste as much as he did as she cleaned the red off his cock.

Andrew watched as she worked over his cock. It was as sexy a sight as he could imagine him, his sexy mother running her lips and tongue up and down, over and around his hard cock. He loved the sight of his prick disappearing between her lips as she struggled to take all of his meat. The way her cheeks hollowed and filled as she sucked. The ultimate visual thrill as she looked up at his face, her eyes filled with love and lust, just as her mouth was filled with his cock and he probed down her throat.

She took his cock out of her mouth. A thin thread of saliva kept them connected, running from the tip of his cock to her once deeply red lips. His mother kissed the head again as her fingers massaged his cock. Her fingers squeezed the head, opening the piss slit, and exposing a bright glob of pre-cum. She licked that up and the drop that appeared after the first. The rest she spread over the bulbous head. She took it back in her mouth, savoring the taste of her son.

The sucking mother grabbed her son's buttocks and pulled him forward. He started a slow and sensuous face fuck.. Marilyn released his ass and ran her delicate fingers up and down his muscular belly, tickling him with her long nails. And she kept her eyes fixed on his. 




The Christmas Gift Ch. 03



Andrew reached into the top of the black bustier and pulled her hooters free. Their heat filled his hands as he caressed them gently. His mother leaned into his caresses. He got the hint. He squeezed harder. His mother moaned around the plug of his cock. As he played with her boobs, he continued to fuck her face.

Reluctantly, she released her son's cock. Marilyn stood. "Do you have your cell phone?"

"Sure," responded Andrew.

"Good, I want you take pictures of us in these mirrors while we fuck." She turned, putting her back to him and placed her hands on the wall while bending slightly at the waist. She reached back and guided his cock forward while he liberated his phone.

She moaned loudly when he entered her.

"MOM! They'll hear us!"

"Of course they will, darling. I want them to hear us. I want them to know my son is boning me."

Andrew needed no further encouragement. He started a hard fuck. He repeatedly pulled back until his cock was almost free of her cunt and slammed forward. Her body shook with the impact of his loins. Then she matched his thrusts, pulling away and shoving back at him.

Once he was fully seated in his mom's wet cunt, he let go of her hip and began pulling on her tits. He shifted hands often, taking pictures from one side or the other, using whichever hand happened to be free to pull and twist her nipples. 

"You like this, don't you mom?" He let go of her breast. 

"Aw fuck, I love it!."

"Look to your left."

Marylin looked that way. In the mirror on the left wall, she saw that Andrew was aiming the camera on his cell phone at them. She took her left hand off the wall and squeezed her tit. Andrew put his hand on her chin and turned her so they could kiss. He took several pix as they continued to swap spit. And as they kissed, he kept slamming his cock into his mom's cunt.

As he had been the previous times he'd fucked his mother, he was amazed at the velvet heat that enveloped his cock. He had thought her mouth was great yet it couldn't hold a candle to her cunt. She was able to ripple her muscles so the walls of her pussy relaxed and tightened on his shaft just the way her cheeks, tongue, and lips did. And the heat was incredible. 

Marilyn watched their reflection as her son fucked her. He was certainly a stud and she knew that wasn't the mother and sexual partner thinking that. Any woman and lots of homosexuals would agree with her assessment. He was a good looking young man, handsome of face, muscular of body. His cock was long, thick, and always hard. Or it seemed like it was always hard. She didn't know if it had been this way before Christmas Eve or if that was a wonderful gift from Kris Kringle. The facts didn't matter as long as he was willing to use his cock on her. 

She loved him so much, as a son, as a sexual partner. She loved seeing him this way, his face contorted with lust and the effort of fucking her. Of giving her orgasm after orgasm. Of making her complete.

"That's right, darling," she gasped. She worked her muscles around the cock that gave her so much pleasure. She could tell by the strained look on his face that he was close to cumming. Her fingers probed between her thighs, found her clit. It was hard, exposed. She ran the tips of her fingers across her erect love button. "Fuck mommy. Fuck mommy hard. Cum in me, baby. I want to cum and I want to cum hard, but I won't cum till you shoot off inside me. Please, baby. Flood my cunt. Drive your cum all the way up inside my womb! Fuck me up, sweetheart."

"Shit, mom!" Andrew wanted to go longer; his mother's pleas weren't helping him with that, though. He knew he was going to bust his nuts in her and it was going to be soon.

"That's it. Pump my pussy full of jizz," Marilyn begged. "I need it now. Ple-e-e-ase!"

And she got it. The incestuous woman felt the first jet of cum inside her. The wet heat filled her, drove her to own cum, pushed her bodily against the mirror, lifted her on tiptoe. 

And the first blast was followed by more, just as strong as that first one. Andrew held himself motionless against her her ass, his cock pumping and twitching of its own volition. 

The flow subsided as his balls emptied. He slumped over his mom. His balls were drained; his muscles and brain were drained, too.

"OK, doofus. Get off me."

Andrew pulled off, away, and out of his mother. His cock came out with a slight sucking sound. It was a small, pathetic looking worm now, a far cry from the proud boa it had been just moments before.

Marilyn turned around and snatched her purse from its hook. She found a pack of tissues and pressed a wad hard against her soaked snatch. She stanched the flow escaping her innards. That's when she noticed her son's depleted state. She gave him some more tissues to clean himself.

"Oh, poor baby." She licked gently at his shriveled cock. "He did so well and now he looks so sad."

"Mom, please." Didn't she realize that he was done? At least for now.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm not going to ask more of you than your able to deliver." Marilyn stood, trapping the tissues between her thighs, and put her arms lovingly around him. She kissed him. It was a mother's hug and a mother's kiss, totally devoid of sexuality. It was a hug of thankfulness, a kiss of gratitude.

"You sit. Get your breath back. I want to look at what you brought me to try on...Oh, baby." She picked up the first bit of cobwebs, set it aside, and saw that her son had chosen three other similar garments. She shook her head. The babydoll he had selected wasn't too terrible, but did he think she was a whale? She knew it wasn't Andrew's fault he had chosen such impossible garments for her perusal. He was only 18 after all. If she'd sent him to the grocery store without a list, his choices would probably be almost as bad.

She sat beside her son. From the look on his face, she recognized that he was aware of her disapproval. He looked absolutely miserable.

Marilyn smiled. "Baby, I love you as no mother should love her son. But you've got a lot to learn. That's OK. You're bright and I'm sure you'll learn quickly."

She got up and removed the wad of tissues from her pussy. She took her sweater off the hook and pulled it over her bare breasts. Then she sat down to pull on her panties, working them around her boot heels, up her legs, and over her hips. Marilyn stepped into her skirt and fastened it at the hip.

She kissed her son on the top of his head. "Put your snake back in it's cage. I don't want the sales help to jump you. Then come out and let me educate you on a few things."

Marilyn picked up the items she was going to purchase and those things which, in a million years, she'd never ever consider purchasing. She grabbed her purse. She breezed through the curtains.

Naomi was at the cash register, going through some receipts. She looked up as Marilyn came over and put the purchase pile in front of her and the rejects to one side.

The salesgirl said, "You look like you had an earth shattering shopping experience. It sounded like it, too."

"Most satisfying." Why deny the obvious? thought Marilyn.

"Shaniqua tells me he's your son?"

"That's right."

Naomi shook her head. "Holy shit. That's hot!"

"I'll say."

"I didn't believe it... So, is there anything else for you?" She started going through the bras and panties.

"I'm going to pick out some nighties... And here's my stud muffin, now," Marilyn added as Andrew came out of the dressing area.

The clerk looked at the items Marilyn rejected. "Oh, my god!"

"He's young," Marilyn said as her son joined them. He blushed under the gaze of the two women. "And the way he fucks, I can forgive a little ignorance. Besides, he's a very bright young man and a quick learner."

Naomi said, "I suggested romantic."

"What you and I mean by that word doesn't necessarily equate with what a teen aged boy means."

"I guess."

His mother took his hand like he was a little boy who had the bad habit of running amok in public. "Come along, darling."

She led him to the racks of sleepwear. Marylin told him, "Romantic is long. Romantic is lace. Romantic is satin. Romantic is soft and delicate. Do you remember those books I read on the weekends?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"The women on those book covers are always dressed romantically. That's why they're called, ta-dah, romance novels. Also known as bodice rippers, because when a man sees her dressed that way, he rips her clothes off and ravishers her on the spot. Now that's not a suggestion for your future behavior, sweetheart, just a bit of explanation. And I'm not a large. No way am I a large. Depending on the cut and style, I'm a medium. If it doesn't have a waist and the bodice is cut loosely, I can be a petite."

"I thought ---"

She shushed her son. "Just listen and learn."

She riffled through the rack and found a long gown in taupe. It had narrow straps that fell to a deep neckline with lots of lace. It had a gathered waist just under the bodice with layers of satin below hemmed in more lace. It came with a matching cover that had full sleeves.

"See?" Marilyn held the negligee up against her body. "This is an empire [she pronounced it 'om-peer,' so he didn't connect the word with anything] waist so it accents my boobs and then falls clear to the floor. Very flattering for wide hips .If you have some friends over, I can wear this with the wrap as long as I'm not back lit, but imagine me sweeping down the stairs in this."

"Yeah." Andrew nodded enthusiastically. He saw what his mom was getting at.

"Now, just for you and I, here's a nice black one. Black, but shear. Think this'll put lead in your pencil? And for a naughty night when your little brother's sleeping over at the Hortons, here's a red number that can heat things up. Are you paying attention?"

"Oh, yeah. I like red."

"Most guys do. I prefer black, but you deserve to have a treat every once in awhile. And, um, I think this little shorty set is cute." She pulled out a pale blue baby doll. It had a lot of ruffles that didn't do anything for Andrew, but he realized that girls like that sort of thing. Ruffles. Bows. They didn't mean a thing to him, but his mom liked 'em, so that was enough for him. 

"I think these will do. Or have I missed anything?" She was testing her son.

Andrew thumbed through the hangers. He pulled one out, didn't see his mother wince, and put it back. Then he hit on a white gown that would have done a blushing bride proud. The neckline was scooped with lots of lace. There were also lace panels along the sides and in an inverted V that ran from the floor to point at the wearer's waist. It had half sleeves that dripped with more lace.

"Mom?"

Marilyn put more enthusiasm in her voice than she actually felt. At least it wasn't terrible. In reality, it was nice, and she smiled. "Perfect! You show definite improvement in your taste, darling. In fact, I think I'll wear this one for you tonight..."



The Christmas Gift Ch. 04 Pt. 01



As Andrew waited on the sofa, he remembered something his father had told him. Andrew was going on his first real date and was leaving to pick up the girl. His dad had said, "She may keep you waiting. Women are like that. Just remember son: a good woman is worth waiting for."

Well, his father was right. She'd kept him waiting almost twenty minutes before, breathless, she appeared. And, Andrew remembered, she hadn't been worth the wait.

Now, he was waiting on his mother and she was worth it. Yeh, buddy, was she!

At the Boom-Boom Room, Marilyn had paid for her new clothes with the gift card Kris Kringle had left her. They had lunch at a small dark pizzeria. While he munched on pizza and his mom ate her salad, she played footsies with him. Then they drove home.

Andrew was ready for more sex. His mother forestalled him, however. She had some errands to run, she told him. She had to pick up Jake, too. He could clean up the mess from Christmas morning. She'd pick up something for supper. Chinese or sandwiches from a shop.

And she was gone.

How, he wondered, could she appear so calm? How could she be thinking about food, for God's sake? Not two hours ago, she had been demanding more of his cock. Now, all that fucking might never have happened. Andrew was ready to climb the walls, he was so randy.

Three hours later, his little brother burst into the house, full of the news from his snowball fights. His mother appeared behind her younger son, carrying several bags.

"Supper in ten minutes, boys!" she called.

While they ate, Andrew tolerantly listened to Jake. He was still bubbling over with enthusiasm about the day's adventures. The eighteen year old tried not to fidget. He also tried not to stare at his mother. At the lips that felt so good around her cock. At the line of her throat that dropped down the neckline of her sweater to her round and firm breasts. When their eyes met, hers held no secret messages for him. When his foot found hers, she pulled away.

It was as if she were two different women. No, three. She was his mom. She was his lover. And in the boutique, she had been his slut. Were all women this complicated, he wondered? His experience with girls his own age said they weren't. Girls either sucked cock or didn't. They either put out or didn't. There was no middle ground. 

Supper done, she told Jake to clean the table. The empty food containers could be rinsed out and go into the trash. The silver ware and plates needed to be rinsed, also, and placed in the dishwasher. The table, wiped down.

"And, honey," Marilyn said, addressing her older son, "there are some packages in the SUV. Could you bring them in please? You can put them on my bed upstairs. Thanks."

He found more shopping bags than from just the boutique. That piqued his curiosity. He wondered what was in the other bags. They didn't have store names. They were stapled shut, so there was no way he could peek inside. They felt like more clothes, though. His interest in the contents waned; he wasn't interested right now in clothes. He wanted what was inside those garments.

He headed back downstairs.

Jake and his mom were watching Wheel of Fortune. Jake got the answer almost all the time. He was good with words. 

"What are you boys going to do when I start back to work?"

Marilyn's holiday was over. She was due back at the office on the morrow. Andrew and Jake didn't go back to school until after New Year's. Another full week. 

"Just lay around the house, I guess. Unless you've got something you need done."

Marilyn smiled. A few days ago, Andrew would have never made that offer.

"The Tale-Tell Heart!" shouted Jake. "That's too easy."

Andrew looked at the screen. The only letters shown in the puzzle were the Ts. The contestant bought an E and damned if the scamp wasn't right.

"I don't think there's much to be done around here. Maybe make sure there's no ice left in the bird bath and clean it out. Put fresh feed in the feeder."

"You got it, mom."

"I called May Quinlan. She said she can swing by and pick me up in the morning. That would leave you the SUV. Maybe you'd like to take your brother out for his first bike ride."

"What do you say, bro?"

Jake looked away from the TV. "Huh?"

"Mom said she can get a ride to work. Wanna take a trip out to the park and try out the bike?"

Jake jumped up He whooped. "Can we? Really? Aw, man that'd be great! D'you mean it?"

"If Andrew's willing."

Andrew nodded. "We can do it. Early, though, before the place get's too crowded."

"Oh, yeah. Hey can I call Toodie to let him know?"

"Sure," Marilyn said, pleased with his enthusiasm.

Jake headed for his room, shouting back over his shoulder as he took the stair two at a time, "He'll be so-o-o jealous."

"Don't you want to solve this puzzle?" Marilyn called, but he was already out of sight.

She turned to Andrew. "If you get an early start, he'll have to be in bad early, too."

Andrew's eyes lit up. "Yeah. That's right."

Later, expectantly, he had taken a long shower to make sure he was clean. Really clean. Heck, he'd never been cleaner. When he got out of the shower, he found on his bed a package with a note from his mother. 

"Here's a belated Xmas present."

He tore open the package. Inside were maroon satin pajamas. There was a matching robe and house slippers. Andrew dressed. He'd never worn satin before and was amazed how it felt against his skin. Slick. They glided barely touching him as he pulled on the pajamas. He felt the slight drag over the hairs on his legs and feet. He belted the robe around his lean body. 

Andrew had never really considered that clothes can make the man. Oh, he knew that he looked good on the few occasions when he wore a suit and once for a wedding he'd had to rent a tuxedo. At the time, looking at himself in a mirror, he'd felt like James Bond. In the satin pajamas, if he had a pipe, he'd be Hugh Hefner.

*

So now, Andrew waited. He tried not to stare at the staircase down which his mother would appear. He wanted to concentrate on the low fire that glowed red in the fireplace place. Despite that effort, his eyes were often drawn to the top of the stairs only to find no one there. He looked at the clock. Andrew wanted to groan in frustration. His cock wanted to explode in anticipation. Patience, his mind screamed.

When he looked back at the stairs, his mother was there. He got to his feet, wondering how long she'd been watching him. 

Marilyn smiled at her son and took a couple of slow steps down towards him. She paused before resuming her descent. When she reached the floor, she stopped again. She rested her hand on the newel, her head cocked slightly to one side as she regarded him.

Andrew realized he was staring at her mother. That realization didn't stop him from doing it, however. He'd never seen her so beautiful. Her hair was carefully brushed to a luster. Her make up, though lightly applied, accented her shining eyes and her full, welcoming lips. 

The gown he had picked out for her touched her body only lightly, caressing her womanly shape from her large breasts to her flared hips before cascading to the floor. She wore a sheer white wrap over her negligee. His mind called it a peignoir, but the teen had no idea if that was correct or not.

Marilyn didn't move. Andrew got the idea she was waiting for him. He moved quickly to stand in front of her. Her smile turned into a grin. It had been years since she had seen that look on a man's face. Marilyn rather enjoyed it.

Andrew took his mother in his arms. He pulled gently and she flowed forward. Her soft curves met his lean hardness. As they kissed, his hand touched her hair.

"I love you, mom."

She simply nodded. His feelings were obvious, from the way his face was swept with emotion, from the way his voice trembled, from the way his hand shook, and yes, even from the hardness of his cock.

"All my love," she whispered, "as a mother and as a woman is yours."

She ran her hands over his shoulders. Her fingers luxuriated over the feel of the satin and the muscles beneath the fabric.

He released his mom. He took her hand. He led her upstairs to her bedroom. No candles tonight, no red cloth over the bedside lamp. The only light came from the windows and Marilyn had thrown open the curtains so moonlight washed the room in silver. The mirror on her dressing table, the mirror on the back of the bedroom door captured the iridescence and every corner of the room was lit in the soft glow.

Once behind the locked door, he kissed her again. When her tongue touched his lips, he opened them and playfully teased the tip. He cupped her buttocks in his strong grip and pulled her body to his, mashing their hips together. Satin slid over satin and lace.

Her hands pressed his head down to her. The kiss became more desperate. Marilyn opened herself fully to her son's tongue and sucked hungrily on it. She moaned. She felt his need for her and fed it with her own. Like stoking a fiery blaze with burning logs till the flames danced higher and hotter, consuming, growing, spreading.

Her hands went from his head to his hips. Marilyn rotated her body against her son's. He gasped. Muttered a curse under his breath. Even before she looked and saw the wetness, she knew what had happened.

Andrew wanted to cry.

"It's all right, my love. There's more. I know there's more. What happened is a sign of your love for me."

She led him to the side of her, no, their bed. She undid the sash of his robe and let the garment fall from his shoulders. Her hands shaking now like his, unbuttoned the pajama jacket and touched his flanks, his belly, his chest. It was so broad and she loved the hair that sprouted across it. While she kissed his nipples, she touched his cock through the satin and felt the cooling dampness that was a sign of his excitement. Despite his release, his cock was still strong, bending upward slightly in its strength and desire.

She undid the tie at his waist, slipped the waist band over his tumescence and let the trousers fall. She went to her knees before her son. She lifted a foot and he raised it so his mother could remove the slipper and the pants. She did the same with his other foot.

Naked for her, Andrew put his hands under his mother's arms and gently lifted. Marilyn didn't rise. Instead, she stayed on her knees, gazing at his cock. Studied the plum-like head that was so smooth just as the rest of his cock was rough. Studied its veins, its ridges, the long scar that ran along the underside from his circumcision.

She blew warm air over his cock.

Andrew's body screamed for her hand, her lips. Marilyn offered him neither, just the caress of her breath as she enjoyed the sight of his cock. She did, however, lift her hands to his belly, felt his six pack, tickled there before rising to his pecs. She tweaked his nipples ever so slightly. Then she teased his navel with the long painted nail of her pinkie. Went back to his chest. Grasped one nipple oh so softly with her nails and rotated it gently. Blew more warmth on his pulsating cock.

He watched her. Finally she touched his cock. But not with her hands. Not with her lips. Marilyn barely grazed the head of his cock with a cheek, leaving a long smear of clear pre-cum to trail across her soft skin. Smiling, she looked up at her son so he could see how he had marked her. 

He could also see the deep valley between his mother's boobs. Her nipples pressed against the lace of her negligee. They were hard and dark. Was there ever a more erotic sight? Here was a beautiful woman - his mom! - who loved him and whom he loved, in a sexy nightie that clearly showed her excitation, on her knees, ready to worship his cock.

He wanted to reach down to touch her, yet he didn't. He realized that this was his mother's game for now. Her rules. She would let him know when she was ready for him

Marilyn pursed her lips. She breathed cooler air against his testicles where they pulled tightly against the base of his shaft.

She put one hand on his ass, keeping one free to play with his nipples. Her lower hand pulled his hips forward as if she were going to finally suck him. She didn't suck him. She simply pulled his cock towards her face then let him go back. She did this repeatedly. He fucked the air in front of her. His cock approached her lips so closely he could feel the heat coming from her face.

"Umm, so hard," whispered Marilyn, glancing at her son's face. He was watching her every move, his eyes becoming more desperate. 

"So hard for his lover." Pause to breathe on his cock. Tease his nipple "So hard for his mother." Again, breathe. "So fucking hard and ready to explode inside me." Still fucking the air when they both wanted his hot hard flesh to spear the damp furnace she harbored for her son.

His imagination was filled with images of his mother. As she spread herself above him and rode him cowgirl style in the very room. Maybe even in the SUV with the rear seat folded down, like his dad had told him about scoring in the family station wagon at drive-in movies. Or they spooned together and he drove his cock from behind and they could watch themselves in the mirror as they fucked. Or they lazed in front of the fire on the thick rug and he pressed his face to her pussy and she sucked his cock.

"It's what I want, darling. I want you feeding me your cum." Breath. "Over and over. Never ending." Breath. Pull his nipple to the edge of pain and release it. Then gently rub it so even that hint of pain was erased by the ensuing pleasure. "My hungry mouth." Breath. "My yearning cunt." Breath. "Even my ass, if that's what you want. Every inch of you." Breath. "In every hole.

"I know, darling. I know how you want me. How I want you.. We will have each other and pleasure undreamed of as you make love to your mother, as I make love to my son, as you fuck your mother, as I fuck my son, as we - "

"Shit!" Andrew gasped. The jism erupted from his cock, a thick geyser of cum that struck his mother chin and cheek until, in her surprise, Marilyn could get her mouth in position to take the rest of his cum in her mouth. 

And except for that brief contact with her cheek, his cock was never touched.

Gracefully, Marilyn rose. She reached behind her to her bureau and got a tissue.. She wiped her face. She thought to herself that, sometimes the mind fucks were the best. Yes, indeed-y. The absolute best

"Later," she promised, "I'll take all of you and waste nothing."

"I don't know, mom. I've cum twice already." Andrew's face made plain his doubts.

"Trust me. You're more of a man than you ever imagined." she kissed him on his cheek. Then his lips.

"I love this gown, darling," his mother said, stepping away from him. She turned, letting him see her from all angles.

"I like the pajamas. They feel good on me. But I don't know about the color. Maroon?"

Marilyn picked up her son's new pjs, incidentally but purposefully giving him another fine view of her tits. She got a hangar from her walk-in closet and neatly hung them. "Burgundy. A very masculine color. It's almost the same shade the head of your cock gets before you orgasm. You can wear them for special occasions."

"Yeah."

She kissed her son again and this time he knew she wanted to be touched. As his lips twisted on hers, his hand caressed her tit.

"Turn down the bed, please, darling."

Andrew released his mom. He pulled down the duvet, a blanket, and the top sheet. He felt the satin between his fingers. Andrew smiled. His mother was going all out. Satin pajamas for him, satin sheets for the bed. A new world of luxury was opening up for him.

He turned back to his mother. He was glad to see that his hands were quite steady as he undid the single pearl button of the peignoir. He slipped the sheer garment off her smooth shoulders and draped it carefully over the bench at her dressing table. 

It was time, Andrew decided, for another kiss. A deep, wet kiss that he put a lot of effort into and, had he known, made Marilyn's toes curl and her pussy get even wetter. Her son was certainly a quick learner, although he also had an innate talent, an instinct, for pleasing her. He didn't even hold her tightly for this kiss, but applied gentle pressure on her forearms to position her so that her nipples barely touched his chest. And he shifted so they rubbed gently against him, teasing her the perfect amount to elicit a moan.

He smiled to himself. Two could play the teasing game.

Andrew pulled her head down to his chest. He nibbled at the lobe of his mother's ear.

He whispered, "Do you feel it?"

Marilyn knew exactly what he meant. His cock slipped and slid over her groin, prodded insistently at her. She nodded her head.

"It wants you. It wants to return to where it came from." He sensed another nod. He went on, "Back where it belongs. You want that too."

A whisper sound of agreement came from her.

He licked the curve of Marilyn's ear. Sucked at the fleshly lobe and bit gently. Trailed his lips down the side of her neck, leaving kisses the entire journey. Reached her shoulder. His chin nudged at the strap of the nightgown he'd picked out for his mother. He kissed the flesh that seemed to glow with desire. He kissed and sucked, leaving a mark that they both would be able to see.

He passed his hands over the sweep of her upper body and that easily she was as naked as her son. Andrew stepped backwards, taking his mother with him till she was clear of her garment.

Now he pulled her to him so that her softness met his lean, masculine frame. She shuddered, letting him feel her desire.

To the bed he took Marilyn. He guided her to the center and joined her. He lay on his side, his head raised so he could look down on her. Marilyn kept her eyes open as he descended for another kiss. She let his tongue feel hers and let him suck on it while his hand caressed her belly. Higher or lower she didn't care, as long as his hand touched her. 

Lower it went to the gentle slope that would lead him to her cunt. Already he could feel the radiated heat as she spread her thighs. He squeezed, left marks on her skin where his fingers had been. Came back up to the neutral country between breasts and vagina.

He kissed her throat. His lips felt the rapid pulse of her heart as the blood flowed from her pounding heart. When his fingers touched her nipple, he felt the soft tremor of her vocal cords as she moaned. The tremors became a constant reminder that he was pleasing her, exciting her, drawing her closer to her orgasm.

Andrew knew he could continue this way until she came. He also knew that it was better another way. He dropped his head against the plush pillow and pulled on Marilyn's hip so her body turned to his. As she laid on her side, facing him, he went back to kissing her. He used his free hand to lift her leg over his hip. He shifted under her leg. Their lips never parted as he lined her pussy up with the head of his cock. Where the head went, the thick shaft quickly followed. Against his mother's swollen lips. Between them to the moist hot walls of her cunt. Parting them. Filling her. Taking every vacant inch of her womb and filling it, stretching it, making her adjust to his strength. Making his mother's entire body feel his cock as it nestled inside her. Soaked up the heat of her cunt. Soaked up the wetness of it.

The pounding of her blood became a steady and rapid pulse. The tremors of her vocal cords increased until they produced a high pitched and constant hum. All just from the fullness he placed inside her. And when he began to fuck her, his mother's hum became even louder. The pitch changed; as it got louder, the hum deepened. Deepened with each thrust.

The hum became a wordless chant. And she never closed her eyes. Marilyn watched his face as she welcomed his cock into her depths and he plundered them. She saw the strength etched there, the power as her son fucked her. She'd never known such strength, such power. Andrew was effortless in his fucking even as she strained to meet his pummeling thrusts, as she slammed her hips to meet his.




The Christmas Gift Ch. 04 Pt. 01



Andrew felt the ripples of her cunt as it gripped him. The spasms marked each orgasm as he drove her further into the erotic taboo of being fucked by her son. Her forbidden son. Forbidden yet accepted. More than accepted. Welcomed. Welcomed and cherished.

"Take it, mom," her forbidden son hissed, finally breaking his silence. "Take it all!"

"All!. I want it all, darling."

"Now?"

"Please, sweet Jesus, yes. Yes, now!"

And Andrew allowed himself to cum. His third cum. And the hardest yet. His cock, stiff as ever, let loose his jism, exploding inside his mother. Coating the quivering walls of her cunt with his seed. Shooting deeply into her womb. And his cock felt the last grasp of her cunt as Marilyn came again, too, an orgasm that drove all past orgasms from her mind.

*

They lay there, hip to hip, content with just that contact as their bodies adjusted to the glow of after sex. Finally, Marilyn felt her pulse and breathing were back to normal and she moved to lie partially atop her son. She kissed the edge of his mouth and snuggled against him.

"You are better than wonderful. If I didn't know better, darling, I'd say you've had a world of experience pleasuring women. Years of experience fucking women out of their minds."

She felt Andrew shake his head.

"Mom, I was practically a virgin before you."

"Practically? How is one practically a virgin?"

"I mean, I'd gotten hand jobs. And maybe a couple of blow jobs. But that was it."

"Then Kris must have done more than just add some size to my boobies."

"Not just that, but I was never that big."

"Size, stamina, and talent. And you know what? I think your chest is broader than it used to be. Certainly I don't remember these muscles. " Marilyn chuckled softly as she ran her fingers along Andrew's biceps. "That jolly old elf is a miracle worker. For real. You know just how to explode my universe."

"You do a pretty good job on mine, too, mom."

That was all that was said between mother and son until Marilyn looked at the clock beside her bed.

She raised herself up on one elbow and told her son, told her lover, "Maybe we have time for a shower before I send you off to your own room."

"Oh, shit mom. Don't you ever get enough? I'm beat."

"Not quite. And I think you're up to it."

In fact, as she spoke, Andrew lifted his head and saw that his cock was beginning to stiffen.

"I took a shower before you came downstairs," he pointed out.

"That was yesterday, my love..."

+++

To be continued in Chapter Four, Part Two. I hope.  



The Christmas Gift Ch. 05



Marilyn came home from work Friday afternoon to find her sons intensely involved with a flight simulation game on the family computer. Jake was at the joystick and controller. Andrew was shouting encouragement and advice.

"Watch your six, damn it! Don't put the nose down...The SOB on your tail can out dive you. .. Yeah, pull some left rudder...Yeah! All the way 'round!... Now! Give it to 'im!... Stay with him... He can't pull that many Gs... You got him!"

"I got him. Darn, did you see that Andrew? His wings just folded and he went straight down!"

The older boy slapped his younger brother on the back. "I told you he couldn't take that many Gs. That hard turn was too much. He either had to let up on the rudder and you'd have had a clear shot at his ass or he had to try to keep turning inside you. Either way, he was going down. When a lightly built fighter like he was flying tries to turn too tight, the wings can't stand the stress. The spar fails and down he goes. Scratch one Jap bastard!"

"I hope," Marilyn said in her best disapproving maternal voice, "That this isn't the sort of language you two use when I'm not around."

Jake, 12 years old, jerked around. "Gosh, mom, you're home."

"Well?"

"Andrew says I shouldn't use those words."

Her 18 year old son looked at his mother. "You know how it is, mom. Sometimes the excitement kind of gets to a fella."

"Honest mom. We don't talk that way."

"OK. As long as it doesn't become a habit." She was at least partially razzing her boys and Andrew sensed that. After all, Marilyn was capable of some pretty amazing language when she was excited. Specifically, she could swear like a sailor when Andrew fucked her.

"I need a favor."

"Sure."

"I don't feel like cooking tonight. Would you boys mind running over to the store and getting one of those roasted chickens? Unless you'd rather get something else like fried chicken or fish."

"What do you say, scamp?" the older son asked the younger.

"I can eat anything," responded Jake. And at his age, that was true enough.

"The roast chicken sounds good."

Marilyn took her wallet out of her purse. "OK. Your brother sounds like he could eat a horse, so you'd better pick up two unless you can find a Godzilla of a chicken. Pick up some of those frozen stuffed potatoes that y'all like so much. What do they come in, three to a pack? Better get two. A head of lettuce and some tomatoes for a salad. And a jug of unsweetened tea. Unless you boys want something else."

"That sounds good," Andrew told her as he took the money his mother handed her. He riffled through the bills. "This is too much."

"I want you to look at the right rear tire, too. I think its losing air. Check the air pressure and put some in if it needs it. Then you can check it in a couple of days and see if it's holding it. There's a can of that tire inflator stuff in the garage somewhere, but I don't want to use it unless the tire's really got a leak."

"OK."

"And since you boys are doing all this running around for me, maybe you'd like to stop at that game room over on Halstead. Let's say you'll be back here with supper at, oh, let's say 7:30. Does that sound like a plan?"

""Yeah, sure mom," bleated Jake.

"I'm down with it."

"Great. See you in a few."

\ - /

It was about 7:20 when Andrew pulled in to the driveway. There was a car parked to one side that he didn't recognize, but he saw the little emblem on the left rear bumper that marked the sedan as a rental car. The garage door was already up and, wondering who was visiting, he pulled in and parked. He hit the switch that opened the tailgate and he and Jake unloaded the grub.

Inside, he saw his mother and Aunt Carolyn sitting at the table. They had wine flutes in front of them and a bottle of chardonnay between them.

"Look who's here."

"Hello, boys," their aunt said as she accepted hugs from both of them. Their mother and aunt were twins and looked it. Although they wore their hair indifferent styles, the sisterly resemblance was plain to see. Aunt Carolyn. Younger than Marilyn by four minutes, had a slightly thinner face, but had the same attractive eyes set wide apart, the small straight nose, and the warm mouth. The younger sister was also a tad slimmer. Married and divorced twice, she had never had children. Andrew's late father had sometimes made disparaging comments about her choice in men, but never where his wife could hear them.

"I called your mom this morning at her office," Aunt Carolyn was explaining, "and told her I had nothing to do between now and New Year's and she invited me to fly in for the weekend since we missed Christmas together. I decided, why not? The airplane tickets just cost $89 round trip but God, I hate those little cramped planes. Thank goodness it's just an hour and a half flight. I met a very cute steward on the plane, though, so that was nice. In fact, he's based in Baton Rouge. Isn't that something? We're going out on New Year's.

"But Jake, aren't you getting tall!" the woman prattled on. "And your mom told me you were turning into quite the handsome young man, Andrew, but she didn't tell you were such a hunk. My God, sis, look at him! What a hunk..." And she went on. Andrew had forgotten how much his mom's sister loved to talk.

And talk, she did, except when she had food or drink in her mouth. Through supper. While the table was cleared and the dishes were washed. Talked so much that Jake excused himself to watch TV upstairs in his room Talked so much that twenty minutes later, Andrew did the same.

"Oh, " Aunt Carolyn told him as he prepared to leave the living room, "my stuff is on your bed. Your mom said you wouldn't mind bunking on the couch down here. It's just for a couple of nights and I promise not to do any snooping. I certainly don't want to find the magazines you stash under the bed or the porn sites you go to on the internet."

She laughed.

"You don't mind, do you, dear?"

"Of course not, mom. This couch sleeps fine." He wondered how he was going to get in his mother's bed, though, with another person in the house. Well, he could go a couple of nights without his mother if he had to. Maybe.

\ - /

He lay on his back, hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. He was trying not to think about his cock. And failing. Just the image of his mother in her big lonely bed was enough to give him a raging hard on. There was no way he could sleep like this, yet beating off was something he didn't want to do. His mother had dropped enough hints that, tonight at least, she was out of bounds. He was hoping that would change, though. He had faith that if his mother could make it happen, she would. If his mom were able to share the couch with him, he didn't want it to happen when he'd just busted his nuts with his hand. He'd even worn his new pajamas just in case.

Just thirty minutes ago, he had gotten off the couch. Silently, he had crept up the stairs. From the landing, he was just tall enough to see the door to his bedroom. It was shut. A line of light showed from the bottom of it, though. Aunt Carolyn was still awake, unless she slept with the light on. As long as she was awake, it was too dangerous to try to sneak in his mom's room. He went back to the couch, dejected.

He thought about checking again and decided he couldn't live with the disappointment. He rolled over on his side. He set his mind to ignoring his raging cock. He recited pi to twelve decimal places three or four times. Tried and failed to remember the third verse of "Adeste Fidelis." Stared at the dark fireplace. That made him remember his first fuck with his mother and his cock jumped up again. He went back to pi. He had memorized Poe's "The Raven" back in the eighth grade and he could remember whole stanzas of the long poem: "Long into that darkness peering, Long I stood there, wondering, fearing, Doubting, ummm, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before - "

Andrew awoke with a start. The first thing he noticed was the smell of his mother's shampoo. He rolled on to his back ready to drag his mom down to him and roll her under the sheet and blanket for a welcoming kiss and squeeze. Only it wasn't his mother; it was Aunt Carolyn.

Before she slipped under the covers, he noticed she was wearing a baby doll sleep set. In the darkness it was difficult to judge the color, but it was shear and maybe pale blue or light green. He also noticed her hard nipples and a small patch of dark pubic hair that was clearly visible under the tiny panties she wore.

"We have to be quiet," she whispered as she kissed his ear. "We don't want my sister to get jealous, do we? She never did like me stealing her boyfriends."

Her lips left his ear and found his lips and then his tongue. She tasted Crest toothpaste. 

He discovered her tongue was pierced. The ball in the center of her tongue added a new aspect to frenching, a different sensation.

"I don't know what you mean," he lied as she pressed her body against him.

"Don't fib. I know you and sis are getting it on. It's obvious. Well, at least it's obvious to me. Marilyn and I have almost been close. We're practically psychic. Besides, every time you looked at her, you gave off so much sexual heat, I thought the smoke detector was going to go off. You've got it bad for her, don't you?"

Her hand had already found his cock. It responded as readily to his aunt as it responded to his mother.

"That's sick. That would be incest."

"And what's wrong with incest?" Aunt Carolyn whispered as she let the heat of his cock lie against her chilled body. She kissed her nephew some more. She was glad to find out her sister had taught him how to kiss. Teaching was fun, but the woman didn't like wasting time with preliminaries.

"Mom would never do anything that sick," he gasped when she finally released his mouth.

'Oh, you think not? I could tell you stories... Why, you should have seen her in college, before she met your dad. Do you know we pledged the same sorority? We used to have some w-i-l-d parties. I kid you not."

"I don't know what you want, Aunt Carolyn, but - "

"Maybe you could cut out the bullshit. And just call my Carolyn. I won't call you nephew. Unless you want to call me mom and I call you son." She had his pajama shirt open and was kissing her way down his body. She stopped before she got too far, though, since there wasn't much room to maneuver on the couch. She concentrated on his nipples.

"Does she have any piercings? I know she doesn't have a tongue ring, but how about her nips?"

"I tell, you I - "

Carolyn eased herself away from her nephew sufficiently to pull off her top. In the dim light, he saw that her left nipple had a slender ring through it.

"I don't think she does. Marilyn's not a stick in the mud, but she's not that wild. Not nearly as wild as I am." She positioned her left tit over his face. "It feels good when a man teases my titty with his tongue."

Andrew did what any 18 year old male would have done in that circumstance. He teased the pierced nipple with his tongue. The fact that he was cheating on his mother never occurred to him.

His aunt moaned. He liked the sound of that, so he flicked his tongue harder against her swollen and pierced nipple.

"That's so good. Use your tongue, sweetheart."

He licked and sucked while using a hand on her other tit. It was about the same size and shape as his mother's augmented tits, but firmer. Her nipples were smaller, not as dark, but every bit as excitable as her sister's.

She enjoyed the way his tongue and fingers worked over her boobs. He sister had certainly taught the boy well. How long had they been fucking? Carolyn wondered. She felt a sudden pang of envy that the bitch had a stud like Andrew at her beck and call, always available under the same roof. She'd never have thought her sister had the balls to fuck her own son. 

And she never thought her nephew would be so well hung. She ran her fingers along the length of his cock. Thick, hard as a rod of steel, and nicely ribbed to add extra stimulation to the cunt of any woman lucky enough to get stuffed with it.

"I want it," she whispered as she didn't even bother to remove her panties. Carolyn simply tugged aside their crotch and slipped into position. She pressed down and back. Her cunt swallowed Andrew's prick in one long, slow insertion that lit fires in every nerve ending of her cunt. She had never been filled so full by just one object and she loved the sensation.

She chuckled as she softly told her nephew, "Now I know how that Thanksgiving turkey feels when you use your hand and shove all that dressing."

For himself, Andrew felt the hot tightness of her pussy grip his cock as she settled back. He grabbed her by her waist and lifted her, guiding her off his root and prepared to ease her back down.

"Wait," his aunt told him. "Let me adjust to this monster."

Carolyn held herself over him, his cock half exposed, glistening with her lubricants. She licked her fingers and reached between their bodies. She pulled at her pussy lips. At the same time, she rocked her hips gently. 

"I had my clitty pierced a few years ago and it feels great when friction rubs at it, "the impaled woman explained. "But if the cock's not situated right, it can get pulled and that hurts. And you're so big, I want to make sure it's all right."

"You clit's pierced?"

"Yep. Just my clit, though. I didn't get the labia rings or anything exotic like that." She shifted on top of Andrew again. "I think that's about right. Stay still. Let me see if everything's good."

She eased herself down a few inches and held herself there. Shifted her knees slightly. Went back down. She came up. Eased back.

"Oh, fuck, that's good. Your cock is just where it needs to be."

His aunt settled her body atop him. Kissed him as she rocked her hips in a slow up and down motion. Sighed in a contented fashion. Began a slow easy movement to her hips as she let his tongue explore her mouth. Finally felt her womb adjust to its invader. Her motions became more pronounced. The arc of her hips increased.

They listened to the music of his cock sucking in and withdrawing from her cunt. She let her hips go faster. The sounds came quicker, a lewd song of animal passion that grew louder as the speed increased and her juices fully coated his cock and oozed down to mat his pubic hair.

Carolyn broke the kiss. She lifted herself from his motionless body. Offered him again her nipple. He took it as if he were a hungry infant. She pulled away from him and let him take her other tit, the one not pierced. This one, he sucked harder. He used his teeth.

"Oh, God damn! Shit, you almost made me cum right then, but go gently, sweetheart. I don't want to scream. Your mother and baby brother may come charging down to see what the fuck is going on."

"Well," laughed Andrew, "That's exactly what's going on, the fuck."

"Am I as good as Marilyn? I bet I'm better."

Andrew didn't want to go there. Why, he wondered, did women didn't have to be so fucking competitive. He guessed it was a bitch's basic insecurity. In his still juvenile conception of human relationships, going back the Cro-Magnon times, a woman had to compete with the others for the best stud in the tribe, The specimen with the most virile sperm, the one who would breed her with the strongest children. Even a sister was a rival for that superior sperm. And hadn't Carolyn already hinted at a past rivalry between her and her sister?

Carolyn loved to control the pace of her fucks and Andrew was happy to let her do so. In his inexperience, he found the dominant woman to be enjoyable. Before, he and his mother had been equals or he'd been allowed to be dominant. This situation was clearly new to him. He could concentrate on using his hands and his mouth while he let his aunt use her body.

And use her body, she did. She kept up a steady pace like a long distance runner harboring her strength for the final run to the tape. Except, Andrew noticed, as she continued, there were random jerks of her body. They seemed unconscious on his aunt's part. They weren't much, but sometimes her hips would twitch as they ascended or descended. Or they would suddenly stop for a couple of heartbeats before resuming their motions. He realized in a burst of understanding that she was cumming when she twitched or when she paused, that her pleasure was overloading her brain and stopping all other activity. With each twitch or pause, he would give her nipples a little pinch or nibble in an effort to prolong her orgasm.

She buried her face in his shoulder and whispered, in desperation it seemed to the teen, "Oh, yeah. Of, fuck. Fill me, Andrew. Fill me, you motherfucker." 

"I'll cum in you," he promised as his hips worked in small motions of their own. His own orgasm was growing close and he wanted to hurry it along. He knew it was going to be huge.

"You need to cum, don't you?" She'd been with many men and she recognized the desperation in his words and movements.

"Yes." A whisper.

"You don't have to worry about anything. You can cum in me. I had my tubes tied years ago. No babies from me, sweetheart." 

"Huh?"

"Do you cum in my sister? She lets you cum in her?"

"Yeah."

Carolyn increased her tempo. She knew her sister hadn't had her tubes tied. She was fairly certain she wasn't on the pill, either. Was the crazy bitch trying to get knocked up? By her son?

Her cunt gripped Andrew's cock as she came.

And so did he. Grabbing her hips. Stabbing up inside Carolyn. His balls emptied. All the desperation of waiting for his mother gushed forth with his ejaculant into the ready receptacle of his aunt's womb.

\ - /

"You are such a nasty, nasty pervert," chided Carolyn. "You filthy motherfucking, aunt fucking, incest fucker."

`Andrew pulled his aunt down for a savage kiss. Their lips and tongues fought with each other in passion until Carolyn pulled her face away from his. She bit his neck.

"Goddamn bitch!" The teen pushed her away. She just laughed.

"Poor baby doesn't like to play rough?" She dipped her head to kiss the edge of his mouth. "Does auntie need to be gentle?"

"I'll show you gentle," Andrew growled. He lifted his head and grabbed her pierced nipple between his lips. He tilted his head back. 

Carolyn had to move with him to keep the strain from hurting too much as her boob was stretched. She gave a little yelp as he turned his head to one side and she didn't move fast enough to give her tit some slack.

Andrew let her tit go. It popped back in to shape. "Do I need to be gentler?"

"Bastard," she giggled.

He looped a finger through the nipple ring and raised his hand. Carolyn had to lift herself. She walked forwards on her knees as his hand reached its full extension. Her boob was stretched obscenely.

He laughed at the strained look on his aunt's face. He jerked his hand down, pulling her whole body lower until her tits touched his chest and the two incestuous lovers could kiss.

"You're a mean fucker."

"You can always get your slutty ass back upstairs."

Carolyn kissed his again.

"Owee!" she gasped as he twisted her right nipple.

"Are you gonna get back upstairs, cunt?"

"No."

Andrew slapped her tit, not hard, but leaving a red mark on her creamy skin.

"I like to watch it jiggle."

"You like seeing my titties dance?" Carolyn sat on his chest and shook her boobs in his face.

"I like it." He slapped her tits, one after the other. When Carolyn moaned, he slapped her hanging funbags harder. 

"Um, you are a bastard!"

She decided that, although she was enjoying his behavior, it was time she reminded him who was in control. Carolyn grabbed his hands and, bending down, pinned them to his sides. 

"Oh, you wanna wrestle."




The Christmas Gift Ch. 05



"Not hardly." Carolyn trapped her nephew's hands under her knees as she moved up his body. He just looked at her quizzically wondering what game she was going to play next. He quickly discovered what she wanted as she pulled aside the soaked crotch of her panties. She pressed her leaking cunt against his mouth.

"Lick it, you sick son of a bitch," she giggled as she ground her cum filled twat down. "Let's see if you can work your tongued as good as your cock."

Suddenly smothered, Andrew was totally taken by surprise. He got a close up look at her pierced clit; he barely had time to realize that the small silver barbell was inserted through the flesh at the base of her erect nubbin. Then the strong aroma of his cum mixed with the scent of her lubricating juices filled his nostrils.

She tasted differently than his mother. Or maybe it was the combination of his cum, but there was a more astringent flavor. It wasn't disagreeable, just different, he decided as he lapped at her cunt. 

"It's called a creampie," Carolyn told Andrew as she spread her lips apart with her fingers. She was even able to tense the walls of her pussy to squeeze a dollop of juice out like toothpaste from its tube. "All my sub friends say it's wonderful. Um, lick that nasty cum filled clam. Clean my cunt. I wish you had a pierced tongue. A tongue stud feels so good as it licks my clit and my cunny. Suck my cunt, sweetheart."

He had no choice. Andrew could swallow or drown. He worked his tongue as quickly as he could, scooping out their mingled sex slime. He was reminded of a long ago experience on vacation to the coast when his dad had talked him in to eating a raw oyster. The sensation of it sliding down his throat was similar to what it felt like as a thick gob came directly from his aunt's cunt to his mouth. 

He tried not to think about that long ago dining adventure. Instead, he concentrated on his aunt's responses to his efforts. He knew she was enjoying him by the small moans coming from her mouth and the tiny shivers playing through her thighs. He grabbed her hips. He moved them in time to his tongue lashings.

As Carolyn decided her nephew gave really good head, she lifted one of his hands off her hip and put his fingers on her boob. It was her left tit. Automatically, a finger found her ring and playfully pulled it.

Andrew felt his mouth fill with a thinner discharge as his aunt came. It was yet a different taste and slightly unpleasant. He swallowed it as he had everything else.

Carolyn sagged slightly and he had to support more of her weight lest she smother him. After a few moments, though, she recognized the burden she was being and climbed off Andrew. She lay atop him and kissed him. Tasted herself and his cum on his lips.

"You did that very well."

"It's time for you to return the favor."

And, sure enough, she felt his hard cock pressing at her abdomen.

"I'd love to, sweetheart, but we're pushing our luck. Your mother may stumble downstairs any second. It wouldn't do for her to see us like this, would it? I wouldn't mind sharing you, but I don't think Marilyn would be so forgiving."

"Don't go," Andrew pleaded.

"Don't get mush brains, baby. You're a great fuck, but that's all you are." She lifted herself off her nephew and got off the couch. She took a few moments to settle her clothing. "Besides, I think we'll have another chance. There's always tomorrow night."

He wanted to kiss his aunt goodnight. He never got the chance. Without a backward glance, she left the room. He watched her shapely ass and long legs disappear up the stairs.

*****

Author's Note: I don't know if I'm happy with this chapter or not. However, I realized that if I didn't get it submitted now, flaws and all, it might never get off my hard drive and onto the web.

In the next and probably last chapter, Andrew learns his mother has discovered his fling with her sister and, hurt, has cut him off. She's told Aunt Carolyn to leave and tells Andrew he needs to decide what he truly wants in a sexual partner. Dejected, he goes over to see his friend. The friend's parents are out of town and the sister's willing to try a threesome. Kris, however, has decided that if Andrew's going to be bad, the gift he'd given of sexual prowess will be revoked. Andrew can't even get it up for the DP.

Andrew knows he's been a stupid fool and returns to his mother and they're able to satisfy each other. The gifts have been returned.

The End