Mom, All I Want for Xmas is You Ch. 13

As if on cue, deliberately or unintentionally sexually teasing him, he watched her slowly uncross her shapely legs and when she did, she turned more towards him and flashed him her panties yet again. Never tiring of the sexy sight of his mother's sexy underwear, he couldn't believe she flashed him her panties yet again. Maybe it was the champagne but, one of his favorite sights to see, she had never flashed him her panties as much as she had flashed him her panties tonight.

Yet, instead of thinking that her flashing was from the champagne, he liked thinking that the masturbation show that he gave her this morning caused her sudden burst of exhibitionistic flashing tonight. It sexually excited him to think that his MILF of a mother was as much of an exhibitionist as he was a voyeur. Now that she knows he wants her, perhaps because he had sexually aroused her by her watching him masturbate, she wanted to sexually arouse him by flashing him her panties.

Intimate with all her sexy, undergarment apparel, whenever she was working, he'd routinely go through her underwear drawer or her laundry hamper. As much as he enjoyed touching and feeling his mother's bras and panties, he enjoyed sniffing his mother's dirty bras and soiled panties too. As if she was there wearing them, it excited him to take her underwear to bed while masturbating over seeing his mother in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked.

Now with her knees parted just enough to give him what he loved to see, she gave him a continual between her thighs view of her bright, white, bikini panties. Driving him crazy with sexual desire for her, while imagining having sex with her, he'd be masturbating tonight over his mother flashing him her panties again tonight as he did nearly every night and every morning. Hoping to return the favor of exhibitionism, he'd love for her to barge in his room without knocking again and catch him masturbating tomorrow and every day thereafter.

Yet, tired of masturbating over the imagined thoughts of his semi-naked and naked mother while having incestuous sex with her, he'd love her to masturbate him. If only she'd masturbate him, he'd masturbate her too. Yet, ludicrous to think that his mother would ever have sex with him, it was sexually exciting enough to think that she would while he masturbated over the thoughts of seeing his mother naked and having sex with her. Imagining that she'd say yes to him sleeping with her, he impatiently waited for her response.

"Sleep with me?"

She looked at him as if he was nuts and, now sorry that he mentioned it, he felt insanely perverted by her look. She looked at him as if there was something wrong with him and he felt as if there was something wrong with him by her look and by volunteering to sleep with her.

"Yes, I'd sleep with you, Mother, if it would allow you to get a good, night's sleep," he said reiterating his offer while pretending his intentions were innocent and not sexual.

Then, making him feel much better about his suggestion, she looked at him with love, compassion, and understanding mixed with a glimmer of sexual excitement.

"Really? You'd do that for me? You'd sleep with me?"

With his foot firmly planted in her bedroom door, he beamed her a broad smile while nodding his head in the affirmative. Only with him having ulterior motives and his own incestuous, sexual agenda, if he was sleeping with her for anyone, he'd be sleeping with her for himself. More than just holding her, comforting her, cuddling her, and spooning her, he was driven by the thought of holding her naked breast while spooning her and her holding his naked prick while she spooned him. If she dared invite him to sleep with her, as soon as she fell asleep, he'd be touching and feeling her everywhere he shouldn't touch and feel her.

"Yes," he said. "If feeling the warmth of my body will help you to sleep, I'd be happy to sleep with you, Mother," he said while wanting to say that it would be my sexual pleasure to sleep with you. "You need to get your sleep and if I can help you to do that, I'd love to help you in that loving way," he said laying it on thick.

As if questioning his intentions, she looked at him confused before looking at him with suspicion. After watching him masturbating over her and calling out her name, no doubt, she wondered if his intentions were innocent or sexual. Yet, what did it matter what his intentions were as long as she got a good night sleep. If he touched and felt her in her sleep, she'd never even know that he touched and felt her where he shouldn't. She'd be sleeping.

"Now why would you want to sleep with your old mother?"

Obviously, a rhetorical question that sexually teased him, he hoped that she was toying with him. She looked at him with feigned shock, curiosity, and suspicion but he saw a glimmer of sexual excitement. Unable to conceal what she was pondering behind her feigned surprise, her sexy look revealed what she was contemplating his offer.

Just as he was thinking about sex, maybe she was too. Perhaps because of her champagne consumption, she now looked at him with sexual excitement while he stared back at her with incestuous lust. He waited with sexual anticipation for her to respond to his offer to sleep with her. If only she'd sleep with him, he'd love to sleep with her. Hoping to sleep with her in the way that his father had, if only she'd hold his naked cock in her hand, he'd love to hold her naked breast in his hand.

As if considering his proposition of him sleeping with her, she looked at him in a way that she had never looked at him before. She looked at him in the way that he had always looked at her and continued looking at her now. She looked at him in the way that a woman he just met and picked up from a nightclub and who had just invited him home looked at him. Wishing he didn't have to but feeling compelled to do so, especially after her catching him masturbating over her, he felt that he'd have a better chance of sleeping with his mother if he clarified his statement.

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"If sleeping with you in the same bed will help you get a good night's rest, I'm willing to do that for you. I don't mean having sex with you, Mom," he said waving his hands as if flagging down a car. "I mean just lying beside you as if we were resting instead of sleeping," he said further clarifying his meaning. "We could even sleep in our clothes and on top of the covers if that would make you feel more comfortable about sleeping with me."

As if there was a drumroll of suspense going off in his head, he waited for her reaction before speaking again. As if he had just proposition a woman in a bar, he waited for her response to know if he was going to get lucky or not. Even if they didn't have sex, he'd feel lucky to sleep with his mother in the same bed. He'd feel lucky just to hold her, comfort her, cuddle her, and spoon her. A bonus would be if she allowed him to hold her naked breast while spooning her and if she held his naked prick while spooning him.

'I'd love nothing more than to hold my Mom's naked breast,' he thought with his head filled with incestuous lust and sexual imagery for his mother. 'I'd love nothing more than for my Mom to hold my naked cock.'

He looked at her while waiting for her to speak.

"I understood your meaning," she said flashing him a look as if she was disappointed that he wasn't propositioning her for sex.

If only she'd ask him for sex, he'd give her sex. Only, with her his mother and him her son, she'd never ask him for sex in the way that he'd ask her for sex. He wondered what she was thinking. For all he knew, he was misreading her. For all he knew, he may have offended her.

Was she thinking that he only wanted to sleep with her so that she'd finally get a good night's sleep? Or was she thinking that he just wanted to sleep with her to hold her naked breast while she held his naked cock? No doubt, after catching him masturbating over the thoughts of having incestuous sex with her, she was thinking that latter instead of the former. Now he wondered if he did proposition his mother for sex, if she was lonely enough, horny enough, sexually frustrated enough, and drunk enough to have sex with him in the way he'd love to have sex with her.

'Please say yes,' he thought. 'I'd love to sleep with you, Mom.'

Why not? Even though they were mother and son, they're both human with physical wants, emotional desires, and sexual needs. Consenting adults, none of anyone's business, no one needs to know what happens behind her closed, bedroom door. If they both can give one another comfort, albeit sexual comfort, instead of being sad and lonely, why shouldn't they? Why wouldn't they?

He'd definitely do her, if she asked. If she agreed to have sex with him instead of sleep with him, he'd welcome the opportunity to give his mother sex. She looked at him as if she was some cougar of a woman he had just asked to go home with him. He wondered if she was seriously considering what he had just asked her or if she was going to sweep that under the carpet too.

Hopefully she was considering his offer. Hopefully, she wanted to sleep with him as much as he wanted to sleep with her. Even if they slept in their clothes and on top of the covers, he'd love to sleep in the same bed with his mother. Impatient for her answer, not waiting for her to answer his question, he asked her again.

"Seriously, Mom, what if I slept with you? Would that work for you to finally have a good night's sleep?"

He spoke to her as if he was speaking to his mother in his sexual fantasy. He spoke to her as if he was Charlie and she was Susan in SusanJillParker's story, Mom Sleeps with Son on Christmas. Pressuring her, he was ready to, he persevered until she agreed to allow him to sleep with her. Yet, before he could offer her his help again, she rejected his offer.

"Oh, James," she said waving a downward hand at him as if he was joking.

He looked at her looking at him.

"What if I held you, comforted you, cuddled you, and spooned you in the way that Dad used to do and in the way that you used to do with me when I was young, would that help you to get some much-needed rest?"

He imagined himself in bed with his mother. He imagined his arm wrapped around her and his horny hand in contact with her abundant breasts. He imagined his erect cock pressed tightly against his mother's nightgown clad, nearly naked ass. Taking advantage of her by having his wicked, sexual way with her sexy body, he imagined touching her and feeling her shapely body through the thin material of her satin nightgown as soon as she fell asleep. His sexual fantasy come true, spooning her one way, he imagined holding his mother's naked breast before she spooned him the other way and held his naked cock.

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"Oh, James, you're such a good son. Too good to be true, I wish it was that simple but," as if changing her mind in midsentence, she paused. "Actually yes, now that I think about it, you sleeping with me would probably help me to sleep better. In the way that I used to comfort you when you wanted to sleep in Mommy's bed, now you can comfort Mommy by sleeping with me in my bed, just until I fall asleep," she said with a nervous, little laugh while unembarrassed and unashamed.

He was so excited. He couldn't believe she agreed to allow him to sleep with her in her bed. With him sleeping with his mother, even for only an hour, was his foot in the door to her bedroom. Maybe him sleeping with her would become their nightly routine.

He could only imagine not only holding her, comforting her, cuddling her, and spooning her but also touching her and feeling her too. Not stopping there in his sexual fantasies, just as it happened with Charlie and Susan in Mother Sleeps with her Son on Christmas, maybe one thing would lead to another. Maybe she'd eventually have sex with him. He'd love nothing more than to have sex with his mother. Just as she watched and heard him cum, he'd love to watch and hear her cum too.

Maybe by sleeping with her, with him hoping beyond hope that they'd have sex, she'd want to do more than just sleep. At the very least, unable to stop thinking about it, he'd love to hold her naked breast. At the very least, unable to stop thinking about it, he'd love for her to hold his naked cock. At the very least, he'd love to touch and feel his mother's semi-naked body while she slept. At the very least, he'd love to finger her nipple while holding her big, naked tit just as he'd love for her to stroke his cock while she held his hard, naked prick.

'If only she'd have sex with me, I'd definitely have sex with her,' he thought.

Only, too fast too soon, he needed to slow down. He needed to take one step at a time. First, he needed to sleep with his mother in her bed. Whatever happened from there would be a bonus. Who knows? Maybe his mother does, indeed, sexually want him as much as he sexually wants her.

With him looking like a much younger version of his father, he imagined her pretending that he was her husband instead of her son. Maybe she'd ask him to touch and feel her in places where her husband touched and felt his wife and where a son should never touch and feel his mother. Maybe she'd kiss him, French kiss him while allowing him to explore her nearly naked body through her nightgown. Maybe while kissing him, she'd touch and feel him too.

With her so sad, so lonely, so horny, and a little drunk, maybe, just like in the story, she'd want to make love. Maybe just like in the story, Mother Sleeps with her Son on Christmas, she'd want to fuck. Maybe she'd ask him to finger and lick her pussy. Maybe after he gave her an oral orgasm, again just like in the story, she'd agree to stroke his cock before sucking his cock. If only he could, he would.

"Wonderful," he said excited by the thought of sleeping with his mother on Christmas Eve night.

Perhaps reading too much in her look but she gave him a warm, sexy smile as if he was her lover instead of her son. He'd love nothing more than to be his mother's lover. He'd love nothing more than to feel and fondle his mother's big tits before sucking her erect nipples. Hoping she'd return the favor, he'd love nothing more than to sexually satisfy his mother by giving her an orgasm with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock. He'd love nothing more than for his mother to return the favor and give him an orgasm with her hand, her mouth, and her pussy.

"I'd like that very much," she said nodding her head as if she needed that extra bit of head movement to convince herself that it was okay to sleep in the same bed with her adult son. "You holding me, cuddling me, and spooning me while comforting me in the way that your father used to do would be just what I need to get a good night's sleep," she said before saying what he was hoping to hear. "It would help me to pretend that you were him," she said innocently yet immodestly and immorally while making solid eye contact with him.

'What? Huh? Did I hear her correctly? It would help her to pretend that I'm my father? Is that what she just said? Seriously? Maybe by pretending that I'm her husband instead of her son, that would lull her into having sex with me,' he thought. 'I don't believe this. This is unbelievable. I can't wait to sleep with her.'

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He couldn't believe she said what he was thinking. Was she thinking what he was thinking in having him give her sex in the way that his father gave her sex? Was that what she meant by her pretending that he was his father? Did she mean sex or was she just referring to him sleeping beside her? There was only one way to know and that was to sleep with his mother.

Unable to stop his horny, incestuous thoughts, he wondered if his mother was thinking about having sex with him in the way that he was thinking about having sex with her. He wondered if his mother was just as horny for him as he was horny for her. Just the thought of him being in bed with his mother already gave his cock a hardening twitch. His sexual fantasy come true, he'd love nothing more than to have sex with his mother on of all nights, the night of love, romance, and sex, Christmas Eve.

"Let me know when you're ready for bed and we'll go up together," he said already plotting and planning his mother's sexual seduction as if he was Benjamin Braddock, played by Dustin Hoffman, in The Graduate and she was Mrs. Robinson, played by Anne Bancroft.

He wondered what his mother would wear to bed. He hoped she'd wear the sexy nightgown he gave her for Christmas. Or maybe she'd wear her clothes to bed, her short, skirt and her low-cut blouse. Forget about going to bed in his clothes, a bold, horny move, he'd remove his underwear and just wear his thin, cotton, pajama bottoms and a tee shirt to bed.

Once his mother was sleeping and as soon as the hem of her nightgown made its way up to her waist, he'd spoon his mother. He'd press himself up against her while throbbing and pulsating his cock for his erection to eventually work its way out of his pee hole. Then, as if taking a stiff bow, with his hard cock making a proud, albeit surprised appearance, the rogue, bull elephant in the room and in his mother's bed, he wondered if he'd awaken his mother. He wondered if she'd notice his naked cock rubbing against her backside.

He wondered if she'd comment on his exposed erection. He wondered if she'd reach around herself to touch his engorged prick. He wondered if she'd turn to spoon him and to take his cock in her hand to finger his dick before stroking his dick. Only, with the reason for him to be sleeping in his mother's bed, perhaps he shouldn't even think about having sex with her.

Yet, even more important than what he was wearing or not wearing, he wondered again what his mother would wear to bed. Just as he hoped she wouldn't sleep in her clothes, he hoped she wouldn't wear a long, flannel nightgown. Yet, her sleeping in her short skirt wouldn't be a total bust. No doubt, with her wearing her short skirt to bed, the hem of her skirt would make its way all the way up to her waist and expose her panties to him during the night. Not a total loss, while he comforted his mother, he'd love for his hand to be in constant contact with her white, bikini panties.

Hoping beyond hope, he hoped she'd wear her short, low cut, black, sexy, slinky nightgown, the one she always packed when going away with his father. Her perfect opportunity to flash him her sexy, shapely body, he hoped again that she'd wear the sexy, Victoria's Secret nightgown that he gave her for Christmas. If she wore either of those two nightgowns, he'd see more of his mother's nearly naked body than he ever saw before. If she wore either of those two nightgowns, he'd be copping cheap feels of her as she slept.

Then, sexually exciting himself by the mere thought, he wondered in the way that he chose not to wear underwear beneath his pajamas to bed, if she'd choose not to wear panties to bed. Yet, taking a giant leap, for all that he knew his mother may wear pajamas to bed. He had no idea what she'd wear to bed. With his luck and with nothing sexy or sexual about that, she'd probably wear her bra and panties beneath flannel pajamas or a one-piece jumpsuit.

"I'm ready for bed now," she said standing, yawning, and stretching.

He smiled at her while staring up at her.

"Okay, Mom," he said.

Only, surprising him, when she stood, yawned, and stretched like that, she gave him a deliberate or an accidental up-blouse view of her bra, he didn't know which. Hoping her flashing him the underside of her bra was deliberate, he couldn't tell which. Such a sexy sight to see, from the lower vantage point of his chair and with her standing in front of him while stretching with her arms held high over her head, he saw right up her blouse. He watched her blouse rise to expose the bottom of her big, bra cups.