Christmas with MombyAhabscribe©
"My god, John. I'm your mother!" she whispered, stepping away from me. Mom laughed nervously, suddenly trying to make light of things. "Settle down. I'm sure this isn't the first one you've ever seen."
I tried to laugh back as I handed over the toaster, but it sounded strained to me. "No, but it's the prettiest one I've ever seen. Mom, you're beautiful!"
Mom turned away, putting more distance between us. "Son, you shouldn't talk about me like that. I am your mother," she reminded me again.
I felt like we were reaching some critical moment in our lives and said, "Yes you are, and you're a woman too. The most wonderful, beautiful woman I know." I stepped towards Mom, my hand reaching out to her. I started to confess all my feelings for her, but she cut me off.
"Okay, that's enough. Consider this your Christmas present come early. Let's eat before breakfast gets cold." I recognized the edgy tone in her voice. It meant no further discussion was allowed. I looked into Mom's eyes and saw her need to put on the brakes right then and there.
I nodded. "Okay." I swallowed and turned for the small dinette table in the kitchen area. I took a seat. "Okay. Breakfast smells delicious. Let's eat, I said, trying to sound relaxed and normal. We ate in an uncomfortable silence. I kept squirming in my seat trying to get comfortable and trying to will my erection away, but every time I glanced at Mom, I thought of her naked pussy sitting a couple of feet away and felt my penis throb.
Mom kept dropping her fork and after the second time, I realized as she ducked down to pick it up, she was peeking at my hard-on under the table. She did it twice more before we finished eating and her face was now very red and flushed. I could following the heaving of her breasts as she tried (and failed), to control her breathing.
Afterwards, she excused herself and I cleaned up the morning dishes while she took a shower. She took a very long shower. At one point, I thought I heard Mom cry out and I went to the door and knocked. "Mom, is everything okay?"
"Y-yeah, John. I, um, just dropped the soap," Mom replied in a shaky voice. "I'll be out in a few minutes." I felt my face turn red as my imagination insisted on another explanation. Had Mom been masturbating? Had she been masturbating over me?
When Mom emerged from the bathroom, wearing her jeans and sweater, hair hanging wetly over her shoulders, we could barely look at each other, both of us with blushing faces. Mom sniffed at her sweater and said, "I don't know what to do. I don't have a change of clothes and these things are gonna smell rank before long."
I scratched my head and replied, "Well, I've got plenty of sweatshirts and sweatpants. They might not fit perfect but I doubt if we're going out much. There's a laundry room down on the first floor. Sometimes the dryer works, sometimes it doesn't."
I pointed out the dresser drawer full of sweats and jogging suits. I showered quickly and dressed. The bathroom smelled of jasmine, soap and steam and something else that made my nostrils flare and put steel in my cock. Maybe I was imagining things, but I was positive that I could smell my Mom's juices...her unique musk. My jeans felt extra snug and there was no way to hide the tell-tale bulge in my crotch.
I came out of the bathroom to see Mom looking alluring in an old blue jogging suit of mine, staring out the large window by our Christmas tree. In a pile on the floor were her blue jeans, sweater, bra and socks. The jacket which zipped in front, was open and I saw that Mom was wearing one of my school T-shirts. The cotton material was molded around Mom's heavy breasts, her thick nipples pressed against the shirt seeking freedom, hardened by the cool air seeping in through the old window frame.
"It's a winter wonderland, son!" Mom said as I stood beside her. And she was right. Almost two feet of snow was on the ground now. Virtually nothing was moving. There were no cars and just a few people struggling through the deep snow, moving towards or away from the few neighborhood stores that were open. I had a view of a small park one street over. There, kids were playing and having the time of their lives.
I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her against me. I couldn't help, but take sneaking peeks down at her breasts. Mom slipped her arm around my waist, leaned her head on my shoulder and we stood and watched snow continue to fall lightly on the city.
"I'm sorry I sounded rude earlier, honey," Mom whispered suddenly. "I'm a little bit scared."
"Don't be, Mom." I whispered back. "Whatever happens, I'm just glad I'm spending this Christmas with just you. Does that make me selfish?"
Mom chuckled a little and looked up at me with love in her eyes. "Maybe a little. Maybe I'm selfish too. I'm glad we have this time to ourselves too. It's needed to happen for a while now. I just need to take it slow." She rose, up on tip-toe and kissed me on the lips, again quivering a little as she did so. Mom's arms came up around my neck and the kiss went on. Still chaste, but insistent, her lips warm and soft against mine. Mom leaned into me, her breasts pressing against my body, nipples hard. I could feel Mom's heart beating wildly. My heart was pounding too.
The kiss ended and Mom stepped back just a little. "That -- that was nice, son," Mom said in an unsteady voice. She ducked her eyes and seemed to suddenly realize how erect her nipples were. Self-consciously, she pulled the jogging suit jacket closed and zipped it up. "Um, how about we see about washing my clothes?"
Fifteen minutes later we were in the laundry room. We had already started her clothes in the washer when I noticed an "Out of Order" note on the room's dryer. I showed it to Mom who groaned. "These things will take forever to dry out!" she said, fussing.
I shrugged and said, "Guess we can always hang them over the heating vents in my place, Mom." We left the wash to run its cycles and I suggested we go out and play in the snow. I ran back upstairs for our coats and Mom and I went outside. Walking was tough, but we made our way down the block to Mr. Lee's grocery store.
There were a surprising number of people out now as the snow drifted silently down. Most were quite cheerful, given Christmas Eve off by old man winter and as Mom and I walked, her arm through mine, we were given many a Christmas greeting. Mom's worry lines smoothed out and she was all smiles by the time we walked into the store.
Mom called home and spoke to the boys. Dad fussed at her some about having to fix Christmas dinner, but Mom sharply told him to put his nose into a cookbook. "Honestly, Frank, you'd think you'd never cooked before." Mom wished him and the twins a Merry Christmas now because we were unsure whether we'd find a working pay phone on Christmas Day.
We walked out of the store and I steered us towards the park. Mom sighed and said, "Well, at least the boys' presents are at home." She looked up at me and patted my arm. "You're the one getting the short end. All your presents are at the house."
Stopping and facing Mom, I hugged her to me. "I've got my Christmas present right here. I get my lovely Mom all to myself this Christmas!" There, on the middle of a Chicago street, I kissed my Mom. Again, it was chaste, but long. Mom's arms went around my neck again and she leaned into me, pulling my body against hers. Warmth seemed to spread from her lips, filling me with her heat and her love. I was vaguely aware of people occasionally walking around us in the snow, mostly smiling at the couple, obviously in love, kissing in the snow.
When it ended, we continued to walk. Mom had her head down, a little pleased smile on her face. We wound up in the park, walking in other folks footsteps until we came to the crest of a small hill where grownups and kids were sledding. We watched them for a while, then Mom spoke up and said, "Doesn't that look like fun. Don't you wish you were doing that?"
I laughed and said, "Yeah, I remember us sledding on Watson's Hill when I was a kid. This really makes me wish I had a sled."
Mom shrugged her shoulders and said, "Who say's you need a sled?" Before I could ask what she meant, she lashed out with her boot and kicked my feet out from under me and down the hill I went, skidding down on my back.
I came to a stop at the base of the hill, sputtering and not knowing whether to laugh or cuss. I rolled over and climbed to my knees. A few kids were laughing at me and I looked up to see Mom bent over with laughter. She laughed so hard that she lost her footing and it was my turn to laugh as Mom came slidding down the hill head first.
I moved to catch her, kneeling and raising her up in my arms. Mom also didn't know whether to laugh or cuss so she did both. I fell away from her, I was laughing so hard and I could barely manage to say, "Serves you right!"
Mom tried hard to scowl at me, but couldn't stop giggling. Finally, she held out her hands and said, "Help me up, John, I've got snow in my pants!"
I stood up, walked over and helped her up. I tried to dust her off, but as I brushed her backside, Mom did a little dance. "Oh crap, I've got snow up my butt! It's sooo cold!" That made me laugh even harder. Mom got an evil look and said, "Oh, you think that's funny. Here, you try it!" and she took a chunk of snow clinging to her shoulder and deftly jammed her hand into my pants.
The howl that I let out when that icy stuff hit my crotch would have woken the dead. "Oh, you're gonna get it now, Mom!" I growled. Mom laughed and ran, but didn't get far before I managed to tackle her, pushing us both into a snow drift. We both yelled and screamed as we flung fistfuls of snow at each other. I took a handful of snow and yanked upwards on Mom's jacket, pulling it and the T-shirt up, exposing her alabaster skin. I stuck my hand up under her shirt, intending to rub her belly with the snow, but suddenly felt my fingers brushing against something, heavy and meaty. Mom's scream suddenly cut short as we both realized I was touching her naked breast. Time seemed to slow down. We stared at each other as my fingers rested against her soft flesh.
Suddenly, I snapped out of it, withdrawing my hand and whispering, "Sorry, Mom!"
Mom saw alarm on my face and immediately tried to defuse the situation. "Oh, you will be sorry!" she giggled as she planted a chunk of snow in my face. She rolled free of me and took off running again. She moved off about thirty feet and put her back to a tree. She stood there breathing heavily, watching me and I cannot ever recall seeing her more lovely, her cheeks red from the cold, eyes so brilliant and alive, hair flowing wildly over her shoulders.
I walked up to her, my arms out wide, hands open, free of snow. Mom opened her arms and I stepped into her embrace. I leaned into Mom and we kissed again, mouths closed, but exhilarating just the same. Then as we kissed, chests together, hearts pounding, Mom opened her lips slightly and I felt her tongue brush against my lips. I opened my lips and flicked my tongue out to greet Mom's probing tongue.
Mom moaned a little, her body pressing against mine as we soul kissed tentatively like young lovers. I felt her crotch grind against my thigh and her arms tightened around my neck, pulling me closer as our first real kiss became more passionate. My hand came around from her back and slid up Mom's front, almost touching her heaving breast when Mom broke the kiss off. A little string of saliva hung between our tongues for just an instant, only to break and splatter against Mom's lips. She licked it off with a slow movement of her tongue almost as if she were savoring my taste.
Mom shivered and said, "We better head back home, darling."
We tromped through the snow back to my apartment building. Mom seemed to be struggling a little as we walked, periodically letting go of my arm to yank on her jogging pants. "Something wrong, Mom?" I asked.
"It's this damned jogging suit," she replied. "It's a little big on me anyway and after playing in the snow, they're soaking wet and the weight is making them sag!" I found this funny, but restrained myself from teasing Mom. We made it back to my building and collected Mom's wet wash and trudged up to the fifth floor.
"Good God!" panted Mom. "That climb is a killer."
"Yeah, but it help keeps me trim!" I struggled to fish out my keys while holding the wet clothes. Finally, I said, "Here, catch," and I tossed Mom's clothes to her.
Mom reached out with both hands and caught her clothes neatly as her jogging pants fell down around her ankles. I paused with my keys in my hand, ready to unlock the door and just stared at my mother who was now naked from the waist down! Mom's thick, hairy bush was like a magnet to my eyes. I couldn't take my eyes off the sweet vision between Mom's legs!
Mom made a little "Eep!" noise and then said, "DAMN!" She looked down and sighed. "I guess I'm just determined to show you my pussy today, son!" She stood there, her arms full of wet clothes and then said, tapping her foot, "Well, c'mon, John, it's getting cold out here!"
For emphasis, Mom threw her wet bra at me. I snapped out of my reverie and mumbling, "Sorry, Mom!" I turned and tried to unlock the door. It took me several seconds as I kept fumbling as I tried to both unlock the door and take glances back at my half naked Mom.
Finally the door swung open and Mom shuffled by me, her face beet red. "I swear -- Men!" she said, rolling her eyes at me. I followed Mom inside, admiring her lush butt cheeks. Inside, Mom dropped her wet clothes into a chair and announced, "I'm freezing, son. I'm going to take a hot shower."
Mom kicked off her boots and then stepped out of her jogging pants. Walking slowly and half naked towards the bathroom, Mom unzipped her jogging jacket and then pulled it and her T-shirt over her head and dropped them to the floor. I stood, slack-jawed, watching Mom's naked body as she walked to the bathroom. At the door, she turned, giving me a splendid view of her body, especially her magnificent, sloping breasts in profile. Mom's nipples were swollen, amazingly thick and long, just seeing her turgid digits made my mouth water, awakening old hungers and appetites.
"Honey, I'll need some dry clothes for when I get finished." Mom said and she disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Mom was in there a long time. When she emerged, she had regained her modesty, hiding behind the door and asking me to pass her some clothes. She spent the day wearing my snuggest sweat suit. The pants were still too big for her and she had to be careful, but the sweatshirt, hugged and molded itself to her large breasts.
The afternoon then passed with Mom and me tip-toeing around each other and the growing feelings between us. After we ate supper, I tried to bring up what was happening with Mom one more time, but she just shook her head and said, "John, I need a little more time. We've been moving towards this for a long time, please be patient for a little while longer."
We spent the evening watching the old Alistair Sim version of "A Christmas Carol," on the television. We sat cuddled up together on the couch, a blanket draped over us. Mom's body was pressed firmly up against mine. I could feel her breasts move as she breathed. We held hands and once in a while, Mom would squeeze my hand and I would look at her only to find her staring intently at me. During most of those moments, we would kiss, sometimes chastely, sometimes with the passion that only lovers ever experience.
After the movie, we watched the news, the weatherman gleefully predicting another five or six inches of snow overnight. Mom went and got ready for bed. I tuned the radio into a station playing bluesy, slow jazz Christmas music. I changed into some boxer shorts and a T-shirt. Mom came out wearing only the sweatshirt, again looking sexy as hell as it showed off her shapely legs and was just long enough to make me wonder what she had on underneath. "Mmmm, I like this music, John," Mom said, swaying a little in time to the tune.
I smiled and replied, "Mom, would you like to dance?"
Mom grinned from ear to ear. "I'd love to, son!" I turned off the lights, turned on the Christmas tree lights and took Mom by the hand and walked her to the middle of the room in front of the blinking Christmas tree. Mom put her arms around my neck and I wrapped my arms around her waist and we slowly moved to the music.
As Nat King Cole sang about chestnuts and such, Mom rested her head against my chest and whispered, "I love you, John."
My heart felt like it would burst and I whispered back, "I love you, Carrie."
Mom sighed and pressed herself more snugly against me. "Son, do me a favor. In public when necessary, call me Carrie, but when we're alone like this, please remember to call me Mom."
She lifted her head to look me in the face, her eyes glittering with love and I think desire. "Whatever we are, whatever we become, you and I are always mother and son . Never forget that, John."
I could barely make my voice rise above a whisper, "I won't. I love you so much, Mom." We continued to dance, our movement slow and steady, almost melding into one being, both our hearts beating in rhythm. I pulled Mom more tightly against me, relishing her warmth, her softness against my body. My hands seemed to slowly stray downwards, finding their way underneath Mom's sweatshirt until almost with a start, I realized I holding my mother by her bare ass cheeks. Her skin was soft and hot to the touch. I slowly realized I was as hard as a rock, my cock pressing against Mom's stomach.
Mom sighed and then seemed to realize how I was holding her. She tensed up a little, but didn't pull away from me until the current song ended -- the "I'll be home for Christmas," song that ends with "...if only in my dreams." As the tune ended, Mom said, "Well, we better get some sleep. It's almost Christmas. Mom rose up and kissed me gently on the lips. "Good night, John. I love you, son."
"I love you, Mom. Goodnight." I watched Mom climb into bed. I lay down on the couch and again, hearing Mom's occasional sighs and tossing and turning, took a long time to fall asleep. I thought about the day we'd just had. I thought about how close we had seemed to come to becoming more than mother and son. We were right on the cusp, I was positive of that, of becoming lovers. I was more than ready and I believe Mom was too. She would just have to let her mind catch up with her heart and take that last breathtaking step. I fell asleep imagining a life where Mom and I were lovers, wondering how long it was going to take. In truth, I wished for a Christmas miracle. You know something -- sometimes Christmas wishes do come true.
I woke up suddenly. I glanced at my watch which said it was almost 1:00 A.M. Christmas morning was here. I realized Mom was standing beside the Christmas tree, staring out at the window at the falling snow. She was bathed in a multicolored glow from the lights of the tree. Mom had taken off my sweatshirt and was wearing a lovely negligee. White, I think, but seemingly all colors of the rainbow as it reflected the Christmas lights of the tree.
"Mom? Everything okay?"
It's so beautiful out there, a perfect Christmas snow, son," Mom said softly, glancing back at me. She held out her hand to me. "Come see, honey."
I climbed off the couch and wearing only my boxers, I went to my mother. She took my hand and guided me to stand behind her, my arms wrapped around her upper chest. She leaned back against me, her soft, plush asscheeks pressing into my thighs. I was very much aware of how much of her body was showed off by the gauzy nightie. I could literally look down from above her and see so much of her beautiful body.