Mother & Son Celebrate Christmas Ch. 02

After losing her mind a little first with the death of her husband and then losing a little more of her mind with the five year loss of her son in her daily life, she was still unable to help herself from being sexually attracted to him then as she still is now. More her than him and more than ever before, she managed to control her sexual urges and incestuous lust for him by masturbating herself while imagining having sex with him when pretending that he was there with her in her bedroom every night. With him back living with her now, she didn't know if she could control herself any longer from embarrassing herself when making a sexual pass at her son. With her so horny and him so handsome and looking so much like her husband, she was having a difficult time thinking of anything else but sex. If only he'd make the first move, she'd make all of the rest.

With her the willing lover, eagerly agreeable to having sex with her son if he so wanted, he's the one who rejected her by leaving her. He abandoned her for the sexual affections of girlfriends, all of whom physically resembled her in one way or another, that is, before he found what he thought was his perfect match and married that bitch of a wife, Cynthia, who looked exactly like her. Yet, maybe he married Cynthia because he thought that he couldn't have his mother. Maybe Cynthia was the only way that he could be intimately and sexually be with his mother without being deemed an incestuous pervert. Why else would he abandon her for another 49-year-old look-a-like woman?

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Once he was gone, having not staked her claim by confessing her true feelings to him, she regretted her indecision not to seduce her son when she had the chance. Perhaps had she made her play for him the in the way that Cynthia made her play for him, with Cynthia a poor substitute for his mother, he may have never married her. He may have never left his mother for another woman. He may have stayed home with her instead of taking off with Cynthia for California. Now back home with her and with the fading memory of his ex-wife behind him, all of the sexual lust she felt for him then has returned in an incestuous rush now.

Maybe had she had sex with her son long ago, she'd be over him and wouldn't be as sexually frustrated when thinking of him now. Maybe had she had sex with her son then, with him having no reason to marry her clone, mother and son would abnormally and immorally still be together playing their incestuous games of tickle and tease. No matter and of no consequence, with his ex-wife out of the picture, her son was back where he belonged and with his mother now. Together forever, one day at a time, willing to settle for any small affection while hoping for more, she'll take whatever is given her.

With everything happening for a reason, now that she knows the type of women that he's attracted to, a women her age and a women who looks like her, as if he's given her his stamp of romantic approval to seduce him, she was sexually aroused again in the way she was before he left her for Cynthia, that witch of a bitch. With him kicked out of his house, Cynthia's house actually, he lived with a friend. Once his divorce was finalized and with nowhere else to go, his mother's front door and bedroom door for that matter are always open to him.

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"Christmas? With everything else happening Mom, I haven't given much thought to Christmas. Sorry to ruin your holiday fun," said Jerry with sadness and a disinterested shrug. "I'm not much in the holiday spirit."

Seemingly looking at his mother in the way that he looked at his wife when first meeting her, she wondered what he was thinking. She wondered if he sexually thought of her in the way that he sexually thought of his wife. Why wouldn't he? Exact in every physical way, now that she knows they are carbon copies of one another, surely he lusts over her again in the way that he lusted over her before and in the way that he once lusted over Cynthia. Surely, the only reason why he wanted Cynthia was because he thought he couldn't have his mother in a sexual way. If only he knew that she wanted him as much as he obviously wanted her, they wouldn't have wasted five years being separated from one another.

"There's no need for you to apologize Jerry. You are all the joy that I need for me to have a happy holiday and a wonderful Christmas," she said with a warm, sincere smile. "Once you're relaxed and settled living with me again, maybe the holiday season will put you in a happier mood."

"Sorry but, if you don't mind mother, I'm really not in the mood to celebrate the holidays," he said stubbornly and with negativity.

With him now looking at her in the way that he used to look at his wife, a telling sign, she used that subtle information to her advantage. As if she was a witch who had cast a sexy spell over her son, she was glad that he was so sadly vulnerable to her womanly wiles. For him to look at her in the way that he lustfully looked at her, she assumed that he must be just as horny as she is. Never able to forget it, remembering their last day together, his wedding day, when he was tickling her while touching and feeling her tits, hopefully he's still as horny for her now as he was back then and as she is for him.

"Surely, there must be something you'd like for Christmas, Jerry," she said so innocently while hoping that he'd say all that he wanted for Christmas was his MILF of a mother naked and in bed with him.

A loving gift that they both can share, how wonderful would that be to be together as man and woman instead of as mother and son at last? She couldn't help herself from thinking of gift wrapping herself in cellophane with red ribbon and red bows again. She couldn't help herself from shocking him into sexual action for him to make the first move so that she could make all the rest. Changing the words of the song from All I Want for Christmas is my Two Front Teeth, she sang All I Want for Christmas is my Hot Mother silently to herself.

"Nothing Mom, really. I don't need anything for Christmas," he said with sadness and as if he was a child knowing he'd be getting coal in his stockings for rejecting his mother's love and sexual affection for Cynthia's attention. "Please don't bother to buy me anything. After all that I've gone through the last six years when I first started dating Cynthia, if you don't mind, with the holidays not so happy, I'm really not in the mood to celebrate Christmas."

She couldn't believe the turnaround in him. Having seen the light and hopefully knowing that he'd rather have his mother over his ex-wife, when he left he was in love with Cynthia and now, five years later, he obviously hates the woman as much as she does. Obviously, in the way that he's looking at her now, the same way that her husband looked at her when alive and married to her, she recognized the look. So much like his father, if his father was sexually attracted to her, why wouldn't her son be sexually attracted to her too?

"Okay," said Janice. "I understand. With just the two of us, we'll have a quiet Christmas together. How's that? No gifts and no celebration, just a relaxing holiday."

"Yeah, a quiet Christmas would be nice instead of a holiday full of arguing and filled with fighting with Cynthia," he said looking as if he wanted to say more before falling silent.

Unable to stop herself from wondering if she was the reason for their breakup, she wished she was a fly on the wall to hear what they argued and fought over. A son's immoral love and inappropriate, sexual attraction for his mother, she wondered if they fought over her.

"I'll make a turkey dinner, your favorite," she said.

She remembered how much he enjoyed their holiday meals together.

"With cranberry sauce and stuffing?"

Not looking forward to going through all the trouble of making a Christmas dinner before when eating alone, she was looking forward to preparing a feast for him now. On the pretense that he'd surprise her by coming home for the holidays one year, and as she's done every year since he's been gone, she was glad that she had already bought all the fixing for a Christmas dinner in advance.

"Yes," she said.

She imagined him spreading cranberry sauce and filling her pussy with stuffing before licking it and eating it off of her.

"And homemade, apple pie with ice cream?"

She imagined him creaming her naked body with Ben and Jerry's, Cherry Garcia ice cream and licking it off of her where no son should ever lick his mother.

"Of course," she said happy to be cooking for her son again.

After eating, imagining comforting him in bed while holding and kissing him, if he'd allow her to show him such loving, motherly affection, she could make him feel better. She could make him forget Cynthia and every other woman in his life. Yet, taking a step back and taking it slower, she resigned herself and was resolute in giving her son time to forget his ex-wife. Wanting him to only think of her, his mother, as the only woman in his life, she was gratefully gratified by what he said next.

"Besides now that I have you back in my life and have a roof over my head," he said in that order with a sad laugh, "I have everything I need after getting away from Cynthia. It's good to be home Mom." He looked at her and gave her a bright smile.

She imagined that he looked at her in the way that he'd be looking at his Thanksgiving Day dessert.

"It's good to have you back in my life Jerry," she said touching and squeezing his hand. "I so missed you."

As if he had just now remembered to ask her, he looked at her with curiosity. A little late to go shopping being that it was already Christmas Eve and with the stores closing soon if not closed already, it's a good thing that he already had a couple of gifts that he had brought with him from California and hidden beneath the couch. He always like surprising his mother with gifts.

"What about you? What would you like for Christmas?"

She was always so jealous of the relationship that Cynthia enjoyed with her son. Funny how she never noticed it before but noticing it now, she recognized the look that he gave her was the same look that he used to give Cynthia. Maybe just wishful thinking on her part and thinking that it was her imagination, perhaps because he was missing Cynthia, but he looked at her in the way that he used to look at his ex-wife. Now, finally, with no other woman in his life to run interference, she couldn't help but imagine that he looked at her in the way that she's always looked at him, with love and with lust.

"I can't help but share your holiday sentiments Jerry," she said playing it cool. "With you here with me, I have all that I need and all I want," she said blushing from the sexual thoughts she was thinking of Jerry naked and in bed with her. "Please don't buy me anything for Christmas either. I can help you financially, of course, but you'll need what little money you have to start a new life."

Perhaps her justification needed for her not to feel as guilty for sexually wanting her son, had her son not reminded her so much of his father, killed so long ago in an automobile accident, maybe she wouldn't have wanted him sexually as much as she wants him now. The spitting image of his Dad, tall, broad shouldered, and with Robert Redford's, thick, blonde hair and Paul Newman's, piercing blue eyes, in the way he talks and walks, he's the reincarnation of his father, David. Beginning to lose her mind then, she truly believed that the same thing that happened to Ryan O'Neal, when reincarnated as someone else in Chances Are with Cybill Shepherd, had happened to her son. Having never stopped loving David and grieving over the loss of her husband that happened nearly twenty years ago, as ridiculous as it sounded even to herself now, obviously needing the five year absence to be reincarnated, perhaps her son is her second chance at happiness.

Seemingly and morbidly, Janice sometimes lived her life as if she was as insane as Miss Havisham in Charles Dickens' Great Expectations while waiting forever to marry her beloved fiancé. Having lost her mind a little when her husband died, still not believing he's really dead, Janice still sometimes expects David to walk through the front door one day. With her husband the same age that her son is now when he died, she can't help herself from looking at her son in the way that she used to look at her husband. Perhaps now that Jerry is back home with her after his long, suffering, five year absence, with stranger things happening every day, maybe he's reappeared and rematerialized in the form of her long, lost husband.

Realizing that she was a little crazy, what always stopped her from seducing her son before was knowing that the sexual feelings that manifested in her were misdirected, inherently wrong, and possibly not shared by him. Moreover, she didn't want to ruin the relationship she enjoyed with her son by sullying it with incestuous sex, especially if that incestuous sex was unwelcomed by him. Still, as if he was her long, lost husband and her fated lover to be, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have passionate, unbridled sex with her son. She couldn't help but imagine having the same sex with her son that she had with her husband and the same sex that she pretended to have with Jerry every night while playing her game of pretend.

To be continued...