The Christmas Present (part 1)

"Hi honey!"

"Hi mom! Come on in!" I excitedly took her suitcase and embraced my mother before letting her in. She had come to stay for Christmas with me, not wanting me to be alone on my first Christmas away from home.

"Wow, this is a pretty big apartment! So how are you? Feeling lonely without your s****r?" she asked, slipping off her shoes and surveying the living room. This was the first time my mom had seen the place, as I had just moved in a few months prior with my s****r, Kayli, when my university classes started.

"No, I'm fine mom. She'll only be gone a few weeks," I answered. Kayli was on a trip to Mexico with a few of her friends for winter vacation.

"Well, I wish she would have left a few days later so I could've seen her for Christmas," she sighed. She seemed very lonely, something that I had never seen in her. My father had died when I was young, leaving her to take care of us alone, but she never complained, and did a great job of raising Kayli and I. "I miss you guys so much. It was bad enough when Kayli left last year, but now that you're gone too I don't have much to do."

She walked over to me and hugged me, resting her head on my shoulder while I embraced her.

"What about Dan? You've been seeing him for almost a year now," I inquired, speaking of her boyfriend. She hesitated for a split second, just long enough for me to notice.

"We're fine, but it's different without my babies," she said, looking into my eyes. She held my cheeks and smiled at me before kissing me on the cheek, as she always did.

"How about I take you out for a nice dinner?"

"Aww, I'd love that! Let me just get changed first."

"You don't need to, you look great!"

"Oh shush. Where can I get dressed?"

"Kayli's room is right behind you." I took her suitcase into my s****r's bedroom and closed the door after letting my mother inside, giving her some privacy. I felt warm inside, like I was back at home, no longer a man on his own, but a boy with his mother.

* * *

"You really didn't have to get dressed up," I told my mom, holding her hands in mine on the table. I had taken her to a little Italian restaurant in the city, which was only about half-full, as it was past nine o'clock on a Monday night, with only a few days before Christmas.

"I've gotta look good for my little boy," she grinned. She had just turned forty a few months ago, but she was still strikingly beautiful; her lush auburn hair still shone vibrantly in the candlelight, her deep blue eyes sharp and endearing, not even the slightest hint of a wrinkle on her face. She wore a long black dress which hugged her figure perfectly, the gold necklace with diamond pendant that I had given her last Christmas hanging over her large, supple breasts, complimenting the two diamond earrings that sparked beneath her wavy hair. She sported matte-black high heels to match her dress, displaying her unbelievable feet; the high arches, smooth skin which showed no sign of age, and delectable toes, which were painted dark red to match her hair. She had added a few pounds to her figure over the recent years, although she was nowhere near chubby. In fact, it seemed to add to her allure; her legs were to die for, not to mention her busty chest and round butt.

I noticed that I had grown erect and immediately felt ashamed and disgusted, but her warm smile and soothing voice drowned out my guilt. I squeezed her soft, thin hands, admiring her fair, almost pale skin, untarnished by marks or freckles, her creamy skin the smoothest I'd ever felt.

We got lost in conversation, catching up on each other's lives over the past few months in between mouthfuls of pasta, filling in what we hadn't mentioned during our numerous talks on the phone. It felt as if we'd never been apart, as inseparable as we ever were, but there was something different. She looked at me like she never had before; her eyes were always understanding, compassionate, and loving, except now her eyes fell upon mine in a much deeper tone, purposeful and intent, but on what I didn't know.

It was after eleven that we got back to my apartment, still talking and listening and laughing together. She pulled off her heels and we sat on the black leather couch together, my eyes wandering to her creamy legs whenever her gaze fell elsewhere, her heavenly feet toying with my emotions.

"Do you want a massage honey?" she asked me, standing on the couch on her knees. "You look tense."

"I'm fine mom," I resisted weakly, but I never could say no to my mom. Her hands pushed against my shoulders and I slid forward, giving her enough room to kneel behind me. She pulled off my shirt and rubbed my back, her gentle hands pressing on my spine and shoulder blades. We fell silent, only the sound of our breathing and of her hands rubbing against my skin audible. She drew herself straight up on her knees, her warm hands rhythmically massaging my neck and shoulders.

"Oh, that feels amazing mommy," I moan, letting myself lean on her body, my head resting on her stomach, just touching the bottoms of her breasts.

"Good. Just relax sweetheart, mommy will take care of you," she said sweetly. Her fingers found every knot in my neck, shoulders, and back, then my jaw, her slight fingers pressing the sensitive point under my ears.

After giving me the best massage I ever had, she lowered herself down and wrapped her arms around me, my hands holding hers while her cheek pressed against mine.

"Do you want to lay down with your head in my lap? You always used to do that when you were a k**, and then you'd fall asl**p," she whispered, kissing me lightly on the cheek.

"I'd love that," I accepted, putting my legs across the couch while she sat down. I lowered my head into her lap, resting on her silky smooth thighs that were mostly hidden by her dress, holding her left hand on my chest while her right tenderly brushed my hair. I closed my eyes and relaxed, completely forgetting about the erection pushing on my jeans, which was undoubtably noticeable, but she didn't say a word.

I tried to doze off, but I was nowhere near tired. The gentle touch, her soft hand brushing my forehead and hair with the care only a mother could display, was meant to ease me into sl**p, yet it was filling me with lust. I did the best I could to pretend I was sl**ping, to pretend I wasn't having impure thoughts, but I could never hide anything from my mother. She took her hand from my chest and rested her palm on my forehead.

"I've got something for you," she whispered. I opened my eyes and saw her fingers grab onto the left strap of her dress, pulling it over her smooth shoulder, down her arm, unveiling the top half of her left breast...

"Mom?!" I said, grabbing her hand to stop her from going farther. Instinct had taken over, and even though I wanted her more than anything, she was still my mother. Our eyes locked, mine with surprise and hers with the glow of motherly love. "What are you doing?"

She took my hand and put it back by my side, then placed a finger on my lips as if to shush me.

"Relax honey. I took some medication that makes me lactate. Please don't feel uncomfortable; it's the most natural thing in the world," she soothed, smiling at me as if I were a c***d again.

"Why are you on medication?" I asked, concerned.

"Well it's not actually medication, I'm taking hormones. The milk is actually very healthy and tastes quite good. Now shh, drink mommy's milk sweetheart." She lifted my head up and slipped the dress strap off her arm, uncovering her firm, supple tit. It was the perfect shape and size, her flawless nipple hard, the areola surrounding it just the right size.

My mind no longer cared about the views of society; all I wanted at that moment was her nipple, and I didn't hesitate. I latched onto her bosom, placing my right hand on her side, just below her boob as I sucked on her teat. She held my head in the crook of her elbow, her hand holding my right shoulder, her left squeezing her breast to get the milk flowing. I suckled her nipple, being careful not to bite, drawing warm milk into my mouth. I couldn't believe how good her milk tasted; it was sweet, thin, with the tinge of her skin enhancing the flavor. The backs of her fingers brushed against my cheek while I drank from the teat of heaven.

She slid off her other strap, letting her dress slide down to her waist and unsheathing her second jug. I laid back a bit more and she held my head closer to her shoulder so my face was in her right bosom. I latched on and sucked on her nipple, quickly drawing milk, her left hand caressing my stomach while I drank my fill. I moved my hand from her side and onto her left breast, gently squeezing and feeling her firm mammary. I felt her warm hand slowly make its way down my stomach, her fingers forcing their way into my pants, finding their grip on my hungry penis...

This time I didn't resist. I continued to suckle and grope her bosoms while she caressed my engorged member, stopping for a moment when she unbuckled and unzipped my jeans, but her hand quickly returned. I drank until I was no longer thirsty, then I looked up at her, our eyes locked as lover's.

I sat up, placing my left hand behind me and holding the back of her head with my right, pulling her into me as she pulled me into her. Her hand held my cock still as we both closed our eyes, our lips coming together in one passionate embrace. We returned with another, then she opened her mouth and I followed suit, our tongues slowly dancing in one another's mouth, a dance that felt like it could last forever, and I wished it would.

She pulled away, placing her hands on my chest in a motion to stop. Confused, I thought she was pushing me away, but she gave me a reassuring smile and slipped out from under me, pressing her hands on my chest again, this time getting me to lay down. I obliged, laying comfortably on the cold leather. She stood at my side and grabbed the waistband of my boxers, pulling them off along with my jeans and placing them on the floor. She knelt on the couch and laid down between my legs, her shins resting on the armrest, feet just visible to me above her head.

My hard penis awaited her on my stomach, but she started elsewhere. Her rosy red lips kissed the insides of my thighs, then both of my neatly trimmed jewels. She licked my scrotum, lifting my balls with her tongue, running the tip along my septum. She ran her tongue up along the bottom of my dick several times, applying more pressure with each trip. She covered my shaft in kisses and flicks of her tongue, her hands fondling my hips.

The thumb and pointer finger of her right hand wrapped around the base of my cock, pointing it straight up towards the ceiling. She held my tip to her lips, softly kissing and licking the head, her eyes closed, smacking it against her mouth. Her lips wrapped around my shaft, slowly inching back and forth, from midway down my penis up to the corona and back, her cheeks pulled inward from her strong but gentle sucking. I held her left hand on my hip, rubbing her delicate knuckles with my thumb, stroking the hair from her forehead with my other hand.

It was the best blowjob I had ever received; her teeth never touched my dick, her low purring was so beautiful I felt like crying, and her mouth never left my cock even for a moment.

She began taking me farther down her throat, coming down a little more with each bob of the head until she was taking most of my shaft, returning again and again without so much as a whimper. I wanted this to last forever, her moist lips eternally bound to the love stick she gave me.

Her lips squeezed my head and gave one last suck, then parted with a kiss, leaving my stick wet with her saliva. She got off of the couch and stood beside me, slipping the dress from the waist to her feet, then her cute black lace panties, revealing her fully naked figure.

The beauty of the one place I had never seen entranced me, just like her breasts had a short time ago. Her vagina was surprisingly compact, especially for a woman of forty, almost as if it had never been touched. The lips were small along with her clitoris, which had already popped out of its hood, and her dark red pubic hair, which appeared brown in the feint yellow glow of a nearby lamp, was trimmed neatly.

She didn't give me much time to stare, as she quickly got back on the couch, straddling my hips. She placed a hand on my stomach, reaching down with the other to hold my cock steady while she lowered herself. Her pussy was incredibly tight as she inched farther down, her hand joining the other on my stomach, mine holding her knees at my sides. She breathed out heavily when I was fully inside her, pausing for a few moments before she slowly began to move her hips from side to side, back and forth, in a circular motion, her small lips kissing the base of my engorged member. Her gates of heaven clutched my rod tighter than a virgin's, the pleasure more intense than I had ever felt before. Her hips kept a constant rhythm, her back arched, her voluptuous bosoms squeezed together by her arms, her head tilted up with closed eyes, her throat faintly purring.

Her hands left my stomach and she leaned forward, putting her weight on me, her forearms resting on the couch. She raised her butt and brought it down, slowly and gently, over and over, my hands holding her plump cheeks. She kissed my lips tenderly, then rested her forehead on mine, content to simply breathe on each other, her breath more heavy than mine, her hips steadily pleasuring the both of us.

The smell was intoxicating; the mixture of her natural aroma and that of her Chanel No. 5 perfume made me salivate. I felt the tingling sensation of orgasm approach, the sensation tingling throughout my body, the pleasure increasing. My breath became heavy, my hands squeezing her ass cheeks, my legs stretching.

She quickly raised her hips up and off of my stick, swiftly moving and kneeling between my legs as the sensation peaked. Her lips wrapped around the head of my penis in the knick of time, her right hand stroking my shaft as warm cum shot into her mouth, her left holding my hand while I squeezed it firmly. I grabbed her hand and held it still on my cock, which was spasming uncontrollably in her warm embrace.

My whole body shook in the most satisfying orgasm of my life, my diaphragm struggling to operate. My mother drank from my cock, sucking semen out vigorously until it stopped coming. My penis rapidly deflated, softening in her palm as I let go of her hand, catching my breath as my body recovered. She stopped sucking and let go of my shaft, instead holding me in her mouth while she rubbed my thighs until the swelling had fully subsided.

She let my limp cock fall to the side, giving my shaft a quick kiss, then laid down on me, her stomach pressing down on my genitals, boobs squished against my chest. She caressed my cheeks and gave me short, sweet kisses while I rubbed her shoulder blades.

My hands wandered down to her hips and I pushed upward, lifting her up in the air and turning her over onto her back. I laid her comfortably on the couch and stood beside her, sliding my hands along her creamy white legs. I knelt at the opposite end of the couch and lifted her legs by her ankles, so her angelic feet were level with my mouth. I ran my tongue around her left heel, then up her arch to her toes, savoring her velvety skin, then I traced the outline of her foot with my tongue before doing the same to her other foot.

bl**d had filled my penis again before I finished with her right foot, erect and hungry. Her toes were little drops of heaven in my mouth as I sucked each of them gently. I opened my eyes and saw her fingers massaging her glistening vagina; the place where I came from would be the place I'd finish in tonight.

Spreading her legs, I placed her left leg on the back of the couch, her right dangling off the seat. I kneeled between her legs, hunched over and entranced by her magnificent vag. I kissed it on the lips, which were surprisingly moist, then licked up the length of it, relishing in the delightful taste. I covered her unbelievable pussy in firm kisses, then flicks of the tongue, holding her thick thighs while she softly moaned.

A hand ran though my hair and stopped at the back of my head, pulling me in to her. She spread her lips and invited me in, and I did not hesitate. My tongue went deep inside of her, flicking around, darting in and out, then making lapping motions, which were met with louder moans. I retracted my tongue and flicked her swollen red clit, rolling it over and then sucking gently on it.

She put both hands on my head as my tongue returned to her heavenly walls, pulling me as hard as she could while I rapidly ate her out, squeezing her thighs while her voice raised into joyful screams. She struggled to breathe when she reached orgasm, her vagina quaking on my tongue, warm fluid seeping out, her head reared back in ecstasy. She removed her hands from my head and held the insides of her thighs, breathing heavy as I softly kissed her dripping wet pussy. I nuzzled her short pubes then licked from the top of her vag to her bellybutton, flicking my tongue around her navel while she winded down.

I laid on her as she had done to me, kissing her neck and collar bone while she rubbed my sides and shoulder blades. My cock was nestled in her little pubic hairs, tingling the underside of my dick as I slowly moved back and forth, our tongues in each other's mouths.

I backed my hips up and she reached down to guide me in, parting her lips with my head as I entered her for a second time. I grabbed her left leg and put it over my shoulder, pushing it to her chest, her right still d****d over the seat. I put my right hand on the cushion and held her breast with my left, slowly moving my hips back and forth, our noses not an inch apart, our breath hastening as time went on. She held my hand on her breast and clutched her thigh, elegantly moaning as I picked up speed, careful not to hit her pelvis as I humped my moaning mother.

I grabbed her other leg and put it over my shoulder without missing a beat, the new position allowing me deeper penetration, her hands clutching my triceps, my hands at her sides. Her knees were pushed close to her chest, her feet swaying above my head straight up in the air, her breath heavy on my face. I could tell she was close to orgasm; her fingers clitching my arms, her eyes closed tightly, her throat producing the sexiest screams I had ever heard. I hurried my pace, my balls slapping her ass as her voice peaked, her head thrown back while her bosoms seductively bounced.

Her vagina convulsed and contracted on my thrusting rod, hugging me even tighter than I had even thought possible, her hands clasped my arms hard but her nails never touched my skin. I slowed to a stop as she inhaled deeply, breathing as if she had just run a marathon, her vag still quivering and squeezing my penis tight.

Spreading her legs apart, I got in closer, kissing her cheeks and neck while she recovered. She caught her breath, kissing me deeply on the lips, her warm hands holding my cheeks. I postured up and put her feet on my stomach, her knees bent and in opposite directions, her toes curled onto my hips. I kept a slow, steady pace, her hands resting between her heels on my stomach, tits clenched between her arms, her head tilted to the side as she softly moaned. I held her knees and admired her perfect facial features and beautiful auburn hair, her incredible melons, her extravagant hands and feet.

Her rosy red lips beckoned for me to kiss them, and I did, after pushing her feet off my stomach and giving her legs some room. I got down as close to her as I could, placing most of my weight on my forearms by her sides, her nipples pushing against my chest, her arms wrapped around me. Her thighs hugged my hips, her calves resting on my butt, her feet locked together. I barely moved, my penis deep inside her, my pubic bone pressed against her pelvis, my hips slowly swaying but causing intense pleasure for both of us, our tongues switching mouths while we both purred.


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Posted by dallaskid23
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1 year ago
vivid descriptions!
2 years ago
My throbbing dick has never been so hard from reading a fuck story, even of incestual love. In real life an impending climax, such as the ending of this story, could never happen! The participants would blow their fricking brains out from lack of the ultimate glory of total, luftful, joint cumming!

This means there must be a following episode, at least sufficient to complete my eruption!!
4 years ago
Totally amazing!
4 years ago
that was one great story got one hell of a hard on cant wait for part 2
4 years ago
More please.
4 years ago
5 stars Great
4 years ago
You hit another one out of the park.
4 years ago
very good
4 years ago
mom !!!!!!
4 years ago
great story loved it!