6 comments/ 30002 views/ 28 favorites All I Want for Christmas is my Mom By: SusanJillParker Please give me the support of your vote. * A son's love for his mother comes to a head at Christmastime. "Robert, what would you like for Christmas?" As if intentionally teasing him, Elizabeth slowly uncrossed her shapely legs to lean forward in anticipation of her son's answer. When she leaned forward like that with her knees slightly parted, her legs were open enough for her to flash him her white panty. Then, when she remained like that bent at the waist and with her top cut low enough, she flashed him the tops of her meaty breasts, her cleavage, and the top of her bra. While waiting for him to answer her, with her knees still parted, not only did she give him a down blouse view of her cleavage but also she continued giving him an up skirt view of her panties too. It was then that he wished he could tell her what he really wanted for Christmas. It was then that he wondered if she knew she was flashing him her white panties and sexy bra. It was then that he knew he loved his mother enough to want to have sex with her if only she wanted to have sex with him too. "I haven't given it much thought Mother," he said lying. Who was he kidding? Not even kidding himself, every day he thinks about what he really wants for Christmas. Too ashamed to confess to her what he really wants for Christmas, all that he wants for Christmas is to have sex with his mother. An impossible sexual fantasy for him to have, nonetheless he had fun masturbating to imagining seeing his mother naked. With her always carelessly and inadvertently showing him something of her that she obviously didn't want him to see, he was always seeing something of her that he shouldn't see. Whenever he saw her panty, her cleavage, and/or her bra, he was always sexually aroused and ready to relieve his sexual tension whenever thinking about having sex with his mother. "I know you've been looking at a new wide screen TV but I'd need your help in picking out one," she said leaning back in her chair. She slowly crossed her legs while giving him another up skirt flash of a triangular patch of white panty. Was she deliberately flashing him or unintentionally giving him a good look between her legs, a place where he'd like to be for Christmas? It was then that he wished she was wearing her short nightgown without the modesty of her bathrobe and without wearing panties underneath. Instead of her deliberately or inadvertently flashing him her panty, she'd be flashing him her pussy. In the horny way he felt, needing to masturbate himself later, he'd love nothing better than to see his mother's naked pussy. "I've been talking about buying a new TV but I wasn't hinting for you to buy me one. That's too expensive of a gift Mom," he said with him rather having sex with her than having her buy him a TV. If only she knew he'd be happy just kissing her and making out with her while feeling her body through her clothes. If only she knew all he wanted for Christmas was his Mom. "I don't know anything about these new fancy, flat screen TV's," she said tugging at her blouse. "Besides TV's are all different prices. We can find one to fit my budget." As if he held a remote, unbutton her blouse control in his horny hand, when she tugged on her blouse to unwrinkled it, a button at the center of her blouse unbuttoned to expose her bra. It was then he wished he knew hypnosis. He'd love nothing better than to hypnotize her in undressing. It was then that he wished he was a warlock and could strip his MILF of a mother naked with a magical, spell with a wave of his hand. His kind of wardrobe malfunction, he now had a bird's eye view of his mother's white brassiere. He only wished she wasn't wearing a bra which she sometimes does when wanting to be comfortable in her own house. She had such big tits, a large C cup or a small D cup and in the way her shirt bloused out to reveal her expose brasserie, her tits looked even bigger. Already horny, between seeing her panties and now her bra, with him wanting her even more, she was making him hornier than what he already was. With her asking him what he wanted for Christmas, such a loaded question and a question that he already had a dozen answers at the ready, the last thing he wanted for Christmas from his mother was a new HD, wide screen TV. Knowing what he really wanted for Christmas, he looked at his mother with sexual lust and sexual frustration while daring himself to tell her. More than wanting a new television, he'd rather have a video camera to record her in her sexy bra and panties, topless, and/or naked. After she flashed him her panties, her cleavage, and now her brassiere, he was so tempted to tell her what he really wanted for Christmas. He wondered what she'd say if he said what he really wanted for Christmas was to make out with her while feeling her through her clothes. He wondered what she'd say if he blurted out what he really wanted for Christmas is you Mother. Nothing new there, the same sexual fantasy he's had for so many sexually frustrating years, he's always been sexually attracted to and wanting to have sex with his mother, ever since he turned 18-years-old six years ago. Now maturing into a man from a pimple faced, horny teenager, he was a man with sexual needs while hoping for some motherly, sexual affection. He realized early the benefits of making his mother his lover, if only she'd have him. Yet, just a sexual fantasy on his part, chances are that they'd never be sexually intimate. Chances are, while alone in his room, he'd continue to be relegated to masturbating himself with the thoughts of her naked and having sex with him. Chances are she'd think him a pervert and ask him to leave her house if ever he told her that he wanted to have sex with her naked body as his Christmas gift. As if trying to hypnotize her with just his look and implant a sexual hypnotic suggestion in her brain, he stared in her big, brown eyes and smiled. Daring himself to blurt it out and confess his sexual feelings for her, he wondered what she'd say if he said what he really wanted for Christmas. What he really wanted for Christmas was her. No doubt about it, what he really wanted for Christmas was to have sex with his mother. He wanted his mother sexually. What son wants to have sex with his mother? God, he felt like such a sick son-of-a-bitch with him wanting to have sex with his mother. What the Hell is wrong with him? Only, he may be sick in the head but his mother wasn't a bitch. She was a good, kind, loving woman, and church going woman. He couldn't have asked for a better, prettier, and sexier mother. The envy of all of his friends, with all of their mothers older and obese, he had the youngest mother with the best figure. He had the best looking mother in the neighborhood. He hummed the song to, 'All I Want for Christmas is my Two Front Teeth,' silently in his head while changing the words to, 'All I want for Christmas is my Mom's big tits, my Mom's big tits, my mom's big tits. All I Want for Christmas is my Mom's big tits, my Mom's big tits, my Mom's big tits.' Taking it slow, with him not wanting to make a misstep, he took one incestuous step at a time in the sexual seduction of her. So very curious, he wondered what she'd say if he told her that he'd like nothing more than to make out with her. What's wrong with that? What's wrong with him showing the love that he has for his mother by kissing her? It's just a few dozen kisses, albeit French kisses and while feeling her body through her clothes. He wondered what she'd say if he said he wanted to kiss her while feeling her breasts through her blouse and bra and while squeezing her ass through her short skirt and panties. He wondered what she'd say if he told her that he'd like to see her walking around him while modeling her panty and bra before seeing her topless and before seeing her naked. Oh, my God, other than to see her topless and/or naked, he'd love nothing better than to see his mother walking around the house in her bikini panties and sexy, low cut bra. He wondered what she'd say if he told her that he wanted to take photos of her lingerie clad body before taking photos of her topless and/or naked body to post them on the Internet. Perhaps he was going a bit too far in his incestuous thoughts of her. In the way she was so morally modest, she'd never allow him to take photos of her lingerie clad body never mind taking photos of her topless and/or naked body and never mind posting them any of them on the Internet. As his Christmas gift to her, he wished he could finger her pussy while licking her pussy. As her Christmas gift to him, he wondered what she'd say if he told her that he wanted her to give him a hand job and a blowjob before allowing him to make love to her. Deliriously deranged, he was dizzy with the thoughts of making out with his mother while feeling her through her clothes. Deliriously deranged, he was dizzy with the thoughts of having sex with his mother's naked body. "You first," he said purposely avoiding her question and cringing with sexual frustration while so tempted to tell her what he really wanted for Christmas was to have sex with her. "Tell me mother, what would you like for Christmas?" Trying to read her body language, he watched her reaction to his question. While knowing full well that their Christmas wishes wouldn't be the same, he imagined both of their Christmas wishes being the same. He imagined her telling him what she wanted for Christmas was to make out with him before having hot sex with him. Wouldn't that be something if she wanted him as much as he wanted her? Only she was his mother and he was her son. She'd never want him in the same sexual way that he wants her. In the way that so very many sons want to have sex with their mothers, an abhorrent abnormality, few mothers would dare have sex with their sons. Only she was human too. She must be lonely. She must get horny. She must experience as much sexual frustration as he experiences. Maybe what she really wants for Christmas is her son in the way that what he really wants for Christmas is his mother. With them standing beneath the mistletoe, he imagined her asking him to kiss her. He imagined her asking him to French kiss her. He imagined her inviting him to feel her shapely body through her clothes while French kissing her. French kissing her again and again, he imagined making out with his mother. With him enjoying the sexual fantasy with his mother sitting there across from him as the star in his incestuous, sexual dream, he imagined her asking him to strip her naked. With him following her wishes, he imagined unbuttoning her blouse and unbuttoning and unzipping her short skirt to expose her low cut bra and bikini panties to his horny eyes. With her blouse and skirt neatly folded and laying upon the couch beside her, he imagined seeing her in her bra and panty. Oh, my God, just the thought of his mother sitting across from him in only her bra and panty gave him an erection. He imagined pausing in stripping her naked to look at her in her sexy low cut bra and skimpy bikini panty. Feeling her beautiful body through her sexy underwear while kissing her, he felt his mother's breasts through her bra before feeling her ass and cupping her pussy through her sheer, thin panty. Then, removing her bra and her panty, he imagined her asking him to feel her naked breasts and finger her nipples before fingering her clit and licking her pussy. Wow, something that would never, ever happen, it was still sexually exciting to imagine that it would and even more sexually exciting when she was sitting across from him fully clothe. Then, returning the sexual favor, tit for cock, he imagined her asking his permission to strip him naked. For sure, she didn't need his permission to strip him naked. She could strip him naked anytime she wanted. He imagined her unbuttoning and removing his shirt before unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping his pants. As if he was her little boy again, he imagine her removing his tee shirt and briefs. Indeed, he imagined her stripping him naked before asking him to make love to her and before allowing him to fuck her, really fuck her and pound her pussy until she screamed her sexual orgasm. "Oh, I don't know," she said. In the way he imagined her doing before sucking his cock, she tucked her shoulder length, chestnut, brown hair behind her ear in readiness to answer him. "I really don't need anything, other than a good travel mug, one that doesn't leak and one that keeps the coffee hot until I get to work," she said with a sexy laugh. She curled her hair with her index finger in the way that he imagined her curling her pubic hair with her index finger when masturbating herself and while thinking of him naked and having sex with him. "I'll search the Internet to find you the best travel mug Mom," he said. "I'll find you a travel mug that doesn't leak and that keeps coffee hot for hours." He imagined pouring warm chocolate in her new travel mug before pouring warm chocolate all over her for him to lick off her naked body. Only, knowing her as well as he did, she'd only want the travel mug for coffee. Still, licking chocolate from his mother's sexy body was a sexual fantasy he suddenly enjoyed having. "What about you?" Goading him, she looked at him as if daring her to ask him what he really wanted for Christmas. His perfect opportunity to tell her what he really wanted for Christmas, he couldn't. He didn't dare. With his shame overruling his sexual excitement, if only she wasn't his mother, he'd have no compunction in telling her what he really wants for Christmas is her. "Oh I don't know Mom," he said. If he had a couple of drinks, he'd tell her. If he had been drinking, he'd probably blurt out that what he wanted for Christmas was to make out with her while feeling her beautiful body through her clothes. If he was a little bit high, he'd tell her that he wanted her to give him a hand job and maybe even a blowjob as his very special Christmas gift. "C'mon tell me. What do you want for Christmas?" If only to see her shocked reaction, he was so tempted to ask her for a hand job before asking her for a blowjob for Christmas. Again, if only to see her shocked reaction, he'd love to expose his cock to his mother while holding a sprig of mistletoe over it. He'd love to see her surprised, shocked, embarrassed, or hopefully sexually excited look to her seeing his erect prick. He wondered if she'd be as sexually excited in seeing his prick as he'd be sexually excited in showing her his prick. He wondered if she'd stare at his cock or look away. With him so exposed, he wondered if she'd strip off her clothes to expose her naked body to him too. With them never coming together for sex and nothing good coming from that if ever they did, just thinking about such things made him feel perversely perverted. Nonetheless, just thinking about such things made him feel sexually excited. He'd love to feel his mother's fingers wrapped around his prick. He imagined her slowly stroking him to a harder and bigger erection while she stared at his engorged prick and while he fondled her big tits and fingered her nipples. Slowly running his finger across her lips, he imagined her taking his finger in her mouth and sucking it in the way that he'd love for her to suck his cock. He'd love to feel her stroking him while looking up at him with her big, brown, beautiful eyes before she took him in her mouth. "Is this what you want me to do Robert?" She gave him a sexy smile while licking his cock. "You want me to suck your cock?" A rhetorical question, no doubt, nonetheless she asked him a question that he felt compelled to answer. "Oh, God yes, Mother. I'd love for you to suck my cock," he imagined saying to her." Being that he's been such a good son and not a bad one, even though he was having such naughty thoughts now, he wondered if his mother would give him his Christmas wish. He'd love to play with her big tits and fondle her nipples while she stroked him before sucking him. He loved imagining her with his hard, hairy cock in her mouth while she stared up at him with her big, brown eyes. He envisioned himself putting a gentle hand behind her brunette head and ejaculating a warm, oozy load of cum in his mother's mouth. With her looking up at him approvingly while not spilling a drop, he imagined himself watching her swallowing his cum. "Merry Christmas Robert," he imagined his mother saying to him just before she took his erect penis in her mouth. "Are you ready for your Christmas blowjob?" Are you kidding me? A long time coming, he couldn't be any more ready as he was now for her to suck his prick. "Yes mother. I'm ready to receive my Christmas blowjob," he imagined saying to her while watching her take his cock in her mouth. Wishing this was real and not a sexual fantasy, he couldn't wait to masturbate later over all that he was thinking of now. "Merry Christmas Robert," he imagined her saying before stuffing her mouth with his prick. Oh, my God, if only she really would give him a Christmas blowjob, even if only once a year, he'd be so happy. "Merry Christmas Mom," he imagined saying to her as he put a gentle hand to the back of her pretty head. "Suck it Mom. Suck it. Suck my cock Mom. I need to cum in your mouth." * * * * * As any good son would, Robert loved his mother. Attentive, loving, caring, and kind, there wasn't anything that he wouldn't do for his mother, even have sex with her. If only she'd make the first move and ask him to give her sex, he'd give her hot, loving sex. They were not only mother and son but they liked one another as people. They got along and were compatible. If anything, they were more friends, best friends, who were able to talk about anything and everything than they were merely just mother and son. As he grew into a man with him having no intention of leaving her side, the longer they lived together the closer they became. Intuitively they knew one another well enough that they could speak without words and understand one another with just a look. As if they were an older, married couple without the sexual intimacy, they were inseparable. Perhaps they were husband and wife in another life. Never bored or argumentative, they enjoyed spending time together. With him knowing that it may sound creepy to some but not caring about those who judged him without even knowing him, he didn't know any woman who he'd rather be with than with his mother. He's dated plenty of women in the past. He's even had a few intimate, sexual relationships with women but all of the women he dated paled in comparison to his mother, Elizabeth. If only his mother knew how much he wanted her sexually, no doubt she'd be shocked. Certainly, he felt like such a pervert to sexually and incestuously lust over his own mother. Yet, if she knew that he masturbated himself with the thoughts of her naked and having sex with him, he wondered what she'd say. Would she be angry with him for even thinking such a thing in wanting to have sex with her, his own mother? Would she think there was something mentally and emotionally wrong with him for having such incestuous thoughts? Would she think him a pervert in wanting to have sex with her? Or would she accept him as her lover? Perhaps with them so much alike and so compatible, and with sex being consensual and the next natural step in the progression of their loving relationship, what he thinks hopefully may be what she thinks too. * * * * * As any good mother would, Elizabeth loved her son. Attentive, loving, caring, and kind, there wasn't anything that Elizabeth wouldn't do for her son, undoubtedly even have sex with him. If only he'd make the first move and ask her for sex, he may be surprise that she'd readily agree to have sex with him. As she grew more dependent on having her son around, she jokingly told him that she hoped he'd never leave her. With more truth to her joke then not, obviously in the way he couldn't imagine his life without his mother, no doubt, she couldn't even imagine what it would be like living alone without having her son there with her. All I Want for Christmas is my Mom Albeit for the nonexistent sexual contact, seemingly she viewed him more as her travel companion and entertainment director. Nonetheless, just because there wasn't any sexual contact between them didn't mean that she didn't lust over him in the way he lusted over her. When the mood struck, one just had to see how they looked at one another whenever they were alone. As if one was waiting for the other to make the first move, he looked at her with as much sexual lust as she looked at him. In the way they went everywhere together, watched movies together, played board games together, and went for long walks together while holding hands and talking about everything and laughing over nothing, they enjoyed one another's company. Seemingly filling the roll of her husband, with her son her best friend, their relationship was different from most mother and son relationships. Perhaps because they haven't taken the next sexual step that may ruin their loving mother and son relationship, their relationship endured. Yet, no doubt inevitable, it was only a matter of time before he made a sexual move on his mother. Hopefully it was only a matter of time before he'd get her in bed naked. It was anyone's guess if she'd accept him or reject him as her lover? She's dated men in the past. She's even had a few intimate, sexual relationships with men but all of the men she dated paled in comparison to her son, Robert. With her sexually frustrated, if only her son knew how much his mother wanted him sexually, no doubt he'd be shocked. In the way he felt like a pervert to be sexually lusting over his mother, no doubt, she'd feel like such a slut to sexually and incestuously lust over her own son. Yet, if only he knew she's masturbated herself with the thoughts of him naked and having sex with her, what would he say? What would he do if he knew his mother wanted him as much as he wanted her? Would he'd take pity on her and give her a mercy fuck and a wild night of sex or would he embrace her as his forever lover. Maybe he'd be shocked that she'd even want sex from him, her own son. Maybe if she called his bluff and gave him as much sex as he wanted to give her, he'd want nothing more to do with her and leave her. Maybe not telling him how she really feels about him in the way that he doesn't tell her how he really feels about her, she should keep her thoughts to herself when masturbating herself while alone in her room. With Elizabeth or Liz, as she preferred being called after her favorite actress, Elizabeth Taylor, she had Robert out of wedlock when she was barely just out of high school and 18-years-old. With Robert or Bob, as he preferred being called after his favorite actor, Robert Downy Junior, it was obvious to anyone and everyone that he was in love with his mother. Now, with her 42-years-old and Robert 24-years-old, she looked younger than her years and he looked older than his age. When not acting like a married couple, they acted more like brother and sister or best friends than they did mother and son. With them so very close, too very close, it was only a matter of time before things would sexually come to a boil. With her never marrying and never having a husband to care for and to love, seemingly not knowing any better, she did things with her son that would be better suited for her to do with her husband, if she had one. Sometimes in the inappropriate things they did, such as giving one another nearly naked massages and washing one another's backs in the bathtub, they acted more like girlfriend and boyfriend than they did mother and son. Only a line neither one would dare cross, they may sexually lust over one another but other in a weak, vulnerable, and horny moment, they'd never have sex with one another...or would they? * * * * * Tired of being relegated to only washing his mother's back, if he had his druthers, he'd more rather wash the front of her than the back of her. He'd love nothing more than to wash his mother's dirty tits. Rubbing them while scrubbing them and fondling them while feeling them, rub-a-dub-dub washing mother's tits in the tub, he only wished she'd allow him to clean her beautiful breasts in the way he washed her naked back. Only, his mother would never allow him to see her naked never mind to touch her in such an inappropriate, sexual way. When Robert heard her bath water running, as if his not so subtle sign, he waited to hear his mother getting in the tub before he opened the bathroom door. Whenever he barged in without knocking and without asking if she was decent, normally she was quick to cover her breasts with a facecloth, but this time, slow to cover her nakedness, she deliberately or accidentally dropped the facecloth in the water. He saw her tits. He couldn't believe he had such a good look at his mother's tits before she could retrieved her facecloth quickly enough from the water to cover her nakedness. Today she seemingly and deliberately gave him a quick look of what he so wanted to see before she covered her breasts with her facecloth. Imagining her big breasts smothering his face, instead of relegated to being her sexually frustrated son, suddenly he wished he was a lowly facecloth clinging to her breasts. Perhaps she was sexually daydreaming about him in the way that he sexually daydreams about her. He's seen plenty of peeks of her naked breasts before in down nightgowns or when walking in her bedroom unannounced but no matter how many times he's seen her naked breasts, he longed to see her tits again. She had wonderful tits and he loved her big breasts. Not only would he love to touch, feel, and fondle her big breasts but also he'd love to suck her big tits. "Would you like for me to wash your back mother?" While he ogled her naked breasts, she looked up at him and smiled before covering herself with her facecloth. "Sure. That would be nice, if you don't mind," she said giving him a sexy smile. With him seeing more of her than he's ever seen of her before, he wondered after he left her alone in the tub if she'd masturbate herself in the way that he'd surely masturbate himself when he returned to the privacy of his room. He fell to his knees beside the tub where he could see more of her than, perhaps, she thought that he could see of her. He could see the dark shadow of her dark brown, bushy, pubic hair that lay hidden beneath the soapy water in the way of a giant, bearded clam upon the ocean floor. Never much of a clam digger, suddenly, he had the urge to go clam diving. As a last resort, he couldn't wait to masturbate himself over seeing not only his mother's tits but also his mother's furry cunt. Actually, if there was a place that he'd love to wash her, he'd love to wash her between her legs. Only, she'd never allow him to wash her between her legs. Even with his hand and his fingers covered by a facecloth, she'd never allow him to wash her pussy. He could only imagine what it would feel like to wash his mother's cunt after washing her tits. Oh no, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, with one going as much with the other in his sexual desire for her, if his mother would never allow him to wash her tits, she'd never allow him to wash her pussy. "May I have your washcloth," he said holding out his hand while being brazenly brash. Rather than him just taking a clean facecloth, she looked up at him as if daring herself to hand him the washcloth. Ready to forgo her modesty, she looked at him as if she was tempted to hand him the washcloth that she clutched to her chest and that covered her bare breasts. She looked at him with a flash of sudden sexual arousal as if she wanted him to see her naked breasts as much as he wanted to see her naked breasts. She looked at him as if afraid to go where she's never gone before. The literal point of no return, once she crossed this incestuous line, there'd be no turning back for either of them. "You'd like that," she said with a dirty laugh and a sexy look. "Wouldn't you?" While blinking his eyelids fast, acting so coy, he looked at her and smiled his smug innocence. Whenever she smiled, she looked just like Courteney Cox. Had he not watched a couple of episodes of Cougar Town he'd never know who Courteney Cox even was. Any time he went out with his mother people would look, point, and stare. A few people have even asked for her autograph. With one not really looking like the other, if she looked like anyone, he thought she looked more like Terry Hatcher. "Like what mother?" He watched her mindlessly stare at the impression his cock made in his pajama bottom. With her staring at his pajama clad cock in the way he was staring at her facecloth covered breasts, he wanted to make a deal with her. Tits for cock. You show me your tits and I'll show you my cock. Only, she'd never do something like that. She'd never willingly and blatantly show him her naked breasts. Other by accident as she just did by dropping her facecloth in the water, she'd never show him her naked breasts. Perhaps if she was his sexy sister, his kissing cousin, his MIFL of a mother, and/or slutty sister-in-law that he didn't yet have, she'd show him her tits and more but she was his mother. Mothers have more of a moral obligation to do the right thing by setting an example. Mothers possess more sexual control than mere sisters, cousins, mothers-in-law, and/or sisters-in-law. If she was his sexy sister, his kissing cousin, his MILF of a Mother-in-law, or slutty sister-in-law, no doubt, she'd be showing him her tits and allowing him to wash her breasts while feeling her breasts. If she was his sister or his cousin, he'd already be having sex with her by now. "You'd like for me to hand you my washcloth so that I'd expose my breasts to you," she said with a sexy look on her face. She stared at him in the way he was staring at her. If only she knew how much he wanted to see her naked breasts, she'd be shocked. As if she read his mind, unable to let that remark go, the fact that she put exposing her breasts to him on the table, made him want to continue the conversation of her naked breasts. "Sure, I'm not ashamed to admit it mother. I'd love to see your tits," he said with a shrug and a nervous, dirty laugh while wondering if she'd show him her breasts. "With all sons sexually attracted to their mothers, what son wouldn't want to ogle his mother's breasts?" He imagined his mother removing her facecloth to show him her breasts but knowing her better than that, just another one of his incestuous, sexual fantasies, she'd never expose her tits to him. Yet, encouraged by her not covering herself when he first entered the bathroom and with her dropping her facecloth in the water and slow to cover herself, maybe there's hope for him. Maybe she wants to show him her breasts as much as he wants to see her breasts. "Is that what you'd do if I dared to show you my breasts, you'd ogle my breasts?" Playing it innocently coy, she gave him a sexy look that made him want to kiss her. He's always imagined kissing his mother, French kissing her instead of giving her a holiday peck. If there's one thing he'd want for Christmas, that's to make out with his mother while feeling her big tits through her blouse and bra and while she felt his cock through his pants. If there's one thing he'd like for Christmas, an early gift, he'd love to feel her breasts and fondle her breasts while washing her breasts. Yet, somewhat telling and encouraging, in the way that he didn't let this line of questioning go, she didn't either. "Mom, you're totally gorgeous, a real MILF," he said. "With us always together, why wouldn't I be sexually attracted to you?" Suddenly the image of his mother exposing her big tits to him filled his horny brain with sexual lust. For sure, if she exposed her breasts to him, he'd exposed his cock to her. "Is that what you are, sexually attracted to me? Is that what I am to you, a MILF? A mother you'd like to fuck? Do you want to fuck me Robert? Do you want to fuck your mother?" With one looking at the other, they remained silent for a moment. Was she scolding him or teasing him? With him traversing new, sacred ground by trying to seduce his mother into having sex with him, he didn't know. He couldn't tell. "Sorry Mother but MILF was just a figure of speech. Yet, I'm only human mother. I have sexual needs too, you know. Always horny, I'm at that age Mom," he said. "Without doubt, if you exposed your breasts to me, I'd ogle them," he said with honesty and with a nervous little laugh. She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. There wasn't any woman that he wanted more than he wanted his mother. "I see," she said giving him a sexy look with a sexy laugh. Already walking on thin ice, he proceeded further out without a safety net. "No doubt, I'd want to touch them, feel them, and fondle them too. And if both of us were agreeable to exploring more of a sexual relationship, I'd want more," he said with a long pause while making solid eye contact with her and trying to read her. "Yes, I'd want to make love to you too." Undressing him with her eyes in the way that he routinely undressed her with his eyes, she looked at him in the sexual way he's always looking at her. As if they were both thinking the same thing, her flashing her tits to her son and him wanting to see his mother's breasts, they looked at one another without talking. Only, this sexual conversation was beyond any sexual conversation they've ever had. This sexual conversation not only opened the door but also it opened Pandora's Box and inside the box was a can of worms that neither Robert nor his mother wanted to put back in the can and close the box. What seemed like minutes in an uncomfortable silence between them was only a few, sexually anticipated seconds. "With you washing my back and giving me massages, especially with me accidentally dropping my facecloth and with me slow to retrieve it to restore my modesty, it's a little foolish for me to act so modest around you now. I'm sure you've already seen my breasts several times before," she said with a shrug while slowly removing the wet washcloth from her breasts and turning to hand it to him for him to wash her back while he ogled her breasts. As soon as she turned to him, he saw her breasts again, her right one more than her left one. He couldn't believe his mother was sitting there topless. He couldn't believe his mother allowed him to freely ogle her naked breasts. With her nipples erect, he wondered if she was cold or sexually excited. Figuring while hoping that she was the latter than the former, it was hot in the bathroom from the warm bathwater. When she stripped off her facecloth to show him her breasts, he so wanted to remove his pajama bottom to show her his cock. In the way that he wanted to touch and feel her big tits, he wanted her to touch and fondled his erect cock. Only one step at a time, he was happy to have gotten this far with his mother. Something he'll be masturbating over for the rest of his life, he couldn't believe he was about to wash his mother's breasts. "I just hope you'll be a gentlemen and not ogle me too much," she said with a dirty laugh. "I am your mother after all and not some slut you picked up at the bar on a Saturday night." While getting a double eyeful of his mother's C cup breasts, he accepted the washcloth from her and starting slowly, methodically, and lovingly washing her back. A first time for everything, this was the first time his mother sat in the bathtub topless and exposed. Perhaps, this would be the first time that she'd allow him to wash her breasts. "After I'm done with your back," he said with a long, hopeful pause. "May I wash your breasts too?" She turned to him as if he had just pinched her. "My breasts?" She looked down at her naked breasts before looking up at him. "You want to wash my breasts? Boy give you an inch and you want two," she said with a dirty laugh. She looked down at herself again before looking up at him. Not giving him an answer right away, she paused to study him staring at her. Perhaps a telling sign and his signal to tell her what he really wants for Christmas, her nipples were so very erect. "Yes, I'd love to wash your breasts mother," he said staring at her exposed tits. As sexually brazen as he was, she wasn't acting as modestly shy as she usually does when he's washing her back while she's topless. Usually she has a facecloth covering her breasts but she didn't now. As soon as he was done washing her back and as if she was wearing a swimsuit, she put her shoulders back, leaned against the tub, and stuck out her chest more in preparation of him washing her breasts. Seemingly his mother was just as wickedly brazen as he was. Seemingly his mother was just as sexually frustrated as he was. Seemingly his mother was just as horny as he was. Seemingly his mother not only wanted him to see her tits but also wash her tits as much as he wanted to see and wash her tits. "Well, go ahead if you'd like, as long as you stay away from my nipples. Even though it's something that I can do myself, wash my own breasts, a bit of a spa like luxury for me, you may wash my breasts," she said closing her eyes. Hurriedly, Bob washed the rest of his mother. Eager to get to the good part of washing her tits, he washed her neck and shoulders. Not wanting to be so obvious that he was more interested in washing her breasts than any other part of her, even though he was, he lifted her arms and washed beneath her arms, before washing the full length of her arms. With Liz sitting in the tub with her arms by her side, her naked breasts were in plain view of her son. With the bathroom light shining over her as if it was a spotlight, he had a clear view of the complete shape of her breasts, her areolas, and her nipples. The bottoms of her breasts rested just below the surface of the water as if partially submerged icebergs. The first time she's been so immorally immodest, she opened her eyes to watch him staring at her breasts. With him already knowing what he was thinking, he wondered what she was thinking. "You have beautiful breasts mother," he said giving him the reason to stare longer as his mother's breasts. She looked at him staring at her and smiled. Instead of looking embarrassed or ashamed that her son was ogling her breasts, she seemed flattered that he liked her breasts. With her looking at him as if she was fully dressed and he was admiring her new blouse, she seemed comfortable with him staring at her tits. "Do you really think so?" Looking at all that he could see of her, she looked down at her breasts again before looking back up at him. Then, she lifted her breasts, first one and then the other in the palm of her hands as if about to serve them to him. "I do. I really do think that you have beautiful breasts mother," he said. She looked from him staring at her to look down at herself again before looking up at him but this time with an embarrassed look on her face. "I'm embarrassed because they're starting to sag," she said covering her breasts with her hands. "Whenever I took a bath before, my breasts never touched the water unless I sunk down lower in the tub. Soon they'll be totally below water in the way of a sunken ship," she said with a sad little laugh. With her nipples so very erect, his eyes bugged out of his head. Wanting to finger her nipples, he so wanted to suck her nipples. "You shouldn't be embarrassed by your breasts mother. I don't think they sag at all," he said tempted to cup one of her breasts in the palm of his hand and lift it to show him that her breasts weren't sagging. "Perhaps you filled the tub with more water this time. I love your tits," he said changing the subject from sagging to admiration. "They're so big," he said pausing to stare at them. "How big are they? I mean what size bra cup do you wear?" All I Want for Christmas is my Mom She moved her hands away from her breasts to look down at herself again. "I can't believe I'm sitting here in the tub talking about my tits with you but it depends on the bra and the bra manufacturer. I wear a C cup in some bras and a D cup in others. In between sizes, I'm probably a large C and a small D cup," she said looking down at her breasts again before looking back at her son. He stared at her breasts without talking and she responded by staring at him without speaking. "May I?" Ready to wash her breasts, he held the washcloth up in front of her breasts. "Yes," she said sitting more upright to arch her back and stick out her breasts more. Dunking the washcloth in water, he put some soap on the cloth before moving it to her breasts. He gently rubbed one breast before rubbing the other. He could feel the size and the firmness of her breasts through the thin cotton material of the facecloth as if he was touching her with his naked hand. He was stunned when he stopped lathering her breasts to look at them. Covered with soap, he imagined her tits covered with his cum after his mother masturbated him and invited him to cum on her tits. Removing the image of his cum covering his mother's tits from his mind, he rinsed the soap from her breasts with warm water. "Sorry Mom, but I can't resist. I have to finger your nipples," he said reaching out both of his hands to finger, pull, turn, and twist her nipples. "I can no longer control myself Mother. I must finger your nipples. Oh my God, Mom, I just love your big, hard nipples," he said fingering her nipples as if they were worry stone buttons on his shirt. Not responding and not slapping his hand away to stop him, she looked at him with shocked surprise when he started fingering her nipples. "Oh Bobby, if you keep doing that, you'll get me sexually excited," she said breathlessly. Without making any attempt to stop him, without showing him her disapproval, or voicing her outrage, she watched him fingering, pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples. With him not stopping there and going all the way, he reached his hand down in the soapy water and stuck his hand in between his mother's legs. "I'd like to see you sexually excited," he said going all the way and cupping her pussy in his hand. With him grabbing a whole handful of her pussy, she gasped when he started slowly rubbing her clit and gently fingering her pussy. Then, when he added more pressure to her clit and fingered her deeper, she did something totally unexpected. She removed her wet hand from the water to feel his cock through his pajamas. Gently she massaged the head of his cock to give him a harder erection. His mother was feeling his cock through his pajamas. He couldn't believe his mother was fingering his cock in the way he was fingering her nipples and fingering her pussy. "Oh, Bobby, if you continue doing that, you'll make me cum," she said in her sexiest and most husky voice while squirming with sexual delight. Instead of stopping sexually molesting his mother, he inserted his finger deeper inside of her. While rubbing her clit and finger fucking her pussy with one hand, he fingered her nipples with his other hand. His sexual fantasy come true, he was masturbating his mother and she wasn't stopping him. Obviously, she wanted to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her. She allowed him to have his wicked, sexual way with her naked body. Now with him wanting to finally have his Christmas wish too, he leaned down and kissed her on the lips. As soon as his lips touched her lips, he parted his lips with his tongue. With her willingly surrendering his tongue to her son, his dream come true, he was making out with his mother. Boldly going where no son should ever go with his mother, he was French kissing his mother while fingering her nipples and masturbating her. Not only couldn't he believe he was French kissing his mother, he couldn't believe his mother was returning his French kisses. "I'd love nothing more than to watch you cum mother," he said while probing her pussy deeper with his stiff index finger and while rubbing her clit faster and harder. Turning and pulling, he twisted his mother's nipples to her obvious sexual arousal before lowering his mouth to suck her nipples. He couldn't believe he was sucking his mother's tits. After wanting to suck her tits for years, he couldn't believe he was finally sucking his mother's tits. He sucked one nipple before sucking the other nipple while he impaled his mother deeper with his finger and while rubbing her clit with added pressure. Not only couldn't he believe he was masturbating his mother but also he couldn't believe his mother was allowing him to masturbate her. "Oh my God, Bobby, if you keep doing that, I swear, you'll make me cum and if you make me cum, I swear, I'll make you cum too," she said looking at him with a face full of sexual arousal and showing him a facial expression he's never seen on his mother before. "If you make me cum, I'll suck your cock, I will," she said in a husky whisper. "I'll blow you." "Cum, mother. Cum. I want to see you cum. I want to hear you cum." "If you continued fingering my nipples like that while playing with my pussy, you'll have to fuck me after I suck you. Then, after you fuck me and give me another orgasm with your cock, I'll give you the best blowjob in your life. I can't wait for you to cum in my mouth. I can't wait to taste you." * * * * * Imagining washing his mother's big tits, Robert stroked himself faster. With him imagining her breasts covered with soap, he imagined her tits covered with his cum. He imagined feeling her breasts and fondling her breasts while fingering her nipples. He imagined kissing his mother, French kissing his mother while he fingered her nipples and masturbated her. He imagined her returning his French kisses with as much passion as he was showing and giving her. Then, he imagined breaking off his kiss to suck her big tits. He imagined playing with his mother's pussy, rubbing her clit and finger fucking her with his other hand. He imagined masturbating his mother. He imagined his mother becoming so very sexually aroused that she was ready to cum. He imagined getting his mother so very sexually aroused that, as she told him she would, she'd suck his cock before making love to him. Then, after he gave her an orgasm in the bathtub, he imagined her reaching her wet hand inside of his pajamas and pulling out his engorged prick. He imagined his mother feeling his prick. As if it was really happening, he couldn't believe his mother had his naked cock in her hand. Massaging the head of his cock with her thumb and index finger, she wrapped her hand about his prick and started stroking him. Not wanting her to stop, as soon as she freed his cock, Bobby stood in front of her. Then taking the hint, she moved her head forward and took her son's prick in her mouth. "Suck my cock mother," he said closing his eyes to enjoy the blowjob his mother was suddenly giving him. "Suck it, Mom. Blow me. I need to cum in your mouth mother," he said just as his mother opened his bedroom door. "That's right. Take my big cock in your mouth. Stroke me, Mother, stroke me. Make me cum. I need to cum. I need to cum in your mouth Mother. Blow me, Mom, blow me. I want to watch you swallow my cum." * * * * * Not seeing her standing there, he had his eyes closed. Had she not addressed him, he never would have known she was standing in his room watching him masturbate himself. Had she waited to address him, she would have seen him cum while he continued verbalizing an incestuous monologue of sexual lust for her. "Oh, sorry," she said standing there while staring before moving her hand across her eyes. "I didn't see anything," she said covering her eyes while closing his bedroom door. Just as in his sexual fantasies of her, he couldn't believe his mother saw his erection. He couldn't believe his mother saw his cock. He couldn't believe his mother was standing there watching him masturbate. He wondered how long she was standing there. He wondered how much she saw. While lost in his lustful, sexual excitement, he wondered how much she heard him say about wanting to cum in her mouth. "Oh my God, Mom," he said unable to put his cock away fast enough. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so very embarrassed." Only, when he saw her looking, staring actually, before she covered her eyes, not embarrassed at all, he didn't want to put his cock away. He wanted to leave his engorged prick out for her to get a better and a longer look at the sexually, incestuous lust he had for her. He wanted her to see his big prick. He wanted to show his mother his hard cock. He wanted her to walk to him, sit beside him on his bed, and finish masturbating him. Thinking better of it, yet hating to see her leave, he wanted to ask her to stay. He wanted her to watch him masturbate himself. He wanted her to watch him cum. He wanted her to lend him a helping, motherly hand and masturbate him while he fondled her breasts through her bathrobe and nightgown. He wanted to flay open her bathrobe and remove her tits from her nightgown and fondle and finger her nipples while she sucked his cock. As embarrassed as he was sexually excited that his mother saw his cock and saw him masturbating, he wondered if she heard what he was saying too. In thinking more about it, he was certain that she not only saw him masturbating but also heard all that he said about wanting to her to suck him and wanting to cum in her mouth. Unable to cum now, too preoccupied with his mother seeing his prick, needing to go to her, he only wished she had stayed in his room long enough to give him a loving motherly, helping hand. He wished she had remained in his room to give him a hand job before giving him a blowjob. He'd love nothing more than for her to masturbate him. He'd love nothing more than for her to suck him. He'd love nothing more than to cum in her mouth, all over her tits and, give her a cum bath all over her beautiful hair and pretty face. * * * * * Robert pulled up his pants and underwear. As embarrassed as he was nervous and sexually excited with what he was about to do, a long time coming, with the timing right, this was something that he needed to do. Now or never, he needed to know for once and for all if his mother wanted him as much as he wanted her. Without knocking, barging right in her bedroom, he opened his mother's bedroom door as if he was Cosmo Kramer on Seinfeld. Perfect timing, with her just having removed her bathrobe and nightgown in readiness to get dressed, standing there in just her bikini panties, he caught her topless. "Robert. I'm getting dressed," she said making no attempt to cover her naked breasts. With her big naked, breasts filling his horny brain, he not only saw the entire shape of her breasts but also he saw her nipples and areolas. Slow to leave, he ogled her naked breasts as he did in his sexual fantasy when imagining her sitting in the bathtub while he washed her tits, fingered her nipples, and sucked her nipples. "Sorry mother," he said turning to leave but, instead of leaving, he closed her bedroom door. She looked at him shocked while he looked at her with sexual excitement. "Robert. What are you doing? I'm not dressed," she said again. Not saying the magic two words, she didn't order him to get out. Instead she finally moved her hands to her exposed breasts to cover her areolas and nipples and to cover her nakedness from his horny eyes. With him unable to stop himself from staring at her hands covering her breasts with the sides and bottoms of her breasts peeking out in the way of a wardrobe malfunction, he was getting quite the view of his mother's tits. "This is foolish mother," he said pausing before unbuckling his pants, unbuttoning them, and unzipping them. She looked at him with shocked disbelief while he looked at her with sexual anticipation. "Robert. What are you doing? What's foolish?" In the way that he continued staring at her tits, even after she covered them with her hands, she watched her son pull his pants and underwear down. Always something that he wanted to do, he exposed his naked cock to his mother before sitting on her bed naked below the waist. Then, removing his sneakers, socks, pants, and underwear, he stared at her staring at him. "I'm getting naked and you should to," he said. She looked at him with as much shock as she looked at him with sexual arousal. "Naked? Why? Why would I, why should I, get naked in front of my son?" She never removed her eyes from his cock and he never removed his stare from her hands covering her breasts. "I'm tired of the teasing and seduction. It's time we put all of this to rest," he said. "It's time we had sex." Seemingly she swooned at what he just said about them having sex. "Sex?" Seemingly she was dizzy with sexual anticipation as he was with sexual lust for his mother. "Yes, Mother. Sex. You asked me what I want for Christmas and what I really want for Christmas is to make out with you Mother. Sex is what I really want for Christmas. What I want for Christmas is you Mom." He took his cock in hand and slowly stroked himself to a bigger erection while she watched him touching himself, fondling himself, and stroking himself. In the way he stared at her naked breasts before, she was staring at his naked cock now. If she wasn't interested in having sex with her son, she would have looked away. If she wasn't interested in having sex with her son, she would have fled her bedroom. If she wasn't interested in having sex with him, she would have asked him, no demanded him, to leave her room and perhaps even leave her house. Instead she stared at his cock in the way he stared at her hands concealing most of her naked breasts. "We can't do that," she said aghast. "If that's what you really want as your Christmas gift, I'm sorry but I can't give you me for Christmas. I just can't. That's just out of the question and out of proper decorum of mother and son behavior. Beyond mere words, having sex with you is unacceptably inappropriate," she said keeping her hands pressed to her breasts as if she was a stripper after her balloons broke. With him still staring at her hands covering her naked breasts and with her still staring at his exposed prick, they remained like that silently staring at one another. Nervous and frightened albeit sexually excited, he wondered if she was feeling all of those feelings too. Encouraged by her still staring at his cock while not asking him to leave her room, it was now or never. This was his chance to have a sexual, romantic relationship with his mother, the one woman he so loved. With him already showing his hand by entering her bedroom, stripping himself naked, and telling her that what he wants for Christmas is her, he had no more cards to play. It was up to him to push her over the edge. It was up to him to make sense of all of this to pull her across the incestuous line. It was up to him to convince her that having sex with him, her son, was the right thing to do. "We're both horny and we've both been teasing one another long enough with the nearly naked massages, washing one another's backs, and walking in on one another while were not dressed. With all of the up skirts and down blouses that I've seen of you, I'm tired of masturbating myself while thinking of you naked and having sex with you," he said. He stood, walked to her, took her hand, and moved it to his prick. "Robert, as much as I'm sexually frustrated and horny too, and as much as I want to have sex with you, I can't have sex with you. You're my son," she said pulling her hand away as if his cock was hot and she had just burned her fingers. Not taking no for an answer, not when he's come this far and this close to finally getting all that he wants from his mother, he moved closer to her to kiss her on the lips. A longer kiss than he usually gives her, it was a loving kiss but a kiss without tongues. Moreover, it was encouraging that, instead of pulling away, she returned his kiss. "You asked me what I want for Christmas and all I want for Christmas is you, mother," he said. "You are what I want for Christmas." He kissed her again and this time kissing her with more passion, he parted her lips. Allowing him to part her lips, she offered no resistance. As soon as he touched her tongue with his, she moved her lips away from him. "All I want for Christmas if you too, Bobby," she said. "Only, we can't. This is wrong. I'm your mother and you're my son. This is incest." He pulled her by the hand. "Get naked and sit beside me," he said. "I need to kiss you. Just one kiss. I need to touch you. Just one touch. I need to feel you while you feel me. Please, Mother, please." In the way he removed his pants and underwear to expose his cock to his mother, he stuck his fingers in the waistband of her panties. With her not resisting him and not stopping him from stripping her naked, he slid her panties done one fluid motion. When her panties fell to her ankles, she consented to his lustful desire by stepping out of them. Complicit in having incestuous sex, she removed her panties to expose her naked pussy and ass to her son. As if looking at a priceless work of art, he took a step back to look at his naked mother. Finally after six, long, sexually frustrating years of sexually wanting his mother and masturbating over the thoughts of seeing her naked having sex with her, today was the day. The first time seeing his mother's naked pussy and ass, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable by ogling her naked body too long, he walked closer to her. With his erect cock flatted against his mother's soft belly, he hugged her while reaching around her to feel her shapely buttocks. Then, with her foolishly and feebly covering her naked breasts with her hands, her last silent protest of having sex with her son, he moved her hands away from her breasts to fondle her breasts and finger her nipples. With him not having to further encourage her, he felt her wrap her soft fingers around his hard cock. She slowly stroked him while he fingered her nipples before reaching his other hand down between her legs to rub her clit and probe her pussy with his stiff fingers. He leaned forward to kiss her again. Immediately parting her lips, he kissed her with all the passion he had in his sexual fantasies about her and she returned his passion by surrendering him her tongue. * * * * * Elizabeth joined her son on her bed and kissing him in the way that he was kissing her, they continued French kissing one another while touching and feeling one another. "I love you Mom," said Robert kissing and kissing his mother. He looked at her with all the love a son could ever give his mother. "I love you Bobby," said Elizabeth kissing and kissing her son. She looked at him with all the love a mother could ever give her son. "May I make love to you Mom?" Needing to ask her that out of respect and to give her a chance to say no, he felt as if he needed to ask her permission to make love to her before fucking her. It was important to him that their sexual union was consensual and not coerced or forced. It was important to him to know that she wanted to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her. "Yes," she said falling back in the soft comfort of her bed while her son mounted her. She reached down for his cock and with a slow hard thrust, he was inside of his mother. So warm and so wet, he was such a perfect fit. Kissing and kissing her, he slowly humped his mother while she returned his humps. Soon they developed a rhythm and were fucking instead of making love. As if he had done this a hundred times before, having sexual intercourse with his mother felt so natural. Not thinking anything wrong with having incestuous sex with mother, making love to her felt too right to be wrong. Even now, years later, with him married and with children, he has fond memories of spending many, intimate, sexual times with his mother. All I Want for Christmas is my Mom Every Christmas he thinks of the first time they had sex. With him talking regularly with her on the phone and e-mailing her every week, every Christmas he calls her to wish her a Merry Christmas. Even though they haven't had sex in years, they share a sexy, sexual secret. With her agreeing to give him the best Christmas gift she could ever have given her son, all he wanted for Christmas was his Mom. The End Please give me the support of your vote.