Mom's Christmas Present

(Author's note: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual situations in this story are at least 18 years of age. This work is copyrighted and may not be distributed in any way by any person(s) without the express written consent of the author.)
Christmas had always been Christie's favorite time of year, just as it was with most people she knew, but in her case it was special for another reason. Ever since she and her husband had divorced six years ago it had been just she and her son, Curt, sharing the holiday together. Christie's ex had turned out to be a real shit, running off with his secretary who was fifteen years younger than him and totally disowning his own family along the way. Once the divorce was final and Christie had taken him for everything he had, she hadn't had any contact with him except for the monthly allotment payment to her checking account for the alimony he owed her. She was a legal secretary by profession which not only gave her a leg up when it came time to take her cheating husband to court, it also provided her with a pretty substantial paycheck. When combined with the hefty alimony payments she was receiving from her ex, she was more than comfortable and was able to give Curt the upbringing he deserved.
Part of that upbringing was sending him to the college of his choice, with the only bad thing being that it was out of state so she didn't get to see her son as much as she would have if he'd chosen to go to the local community college instead. But she wanted to make him happy in any way she could, so she sent him where he wanted to go. It had been rough on her, being alone in the house for the first time, but she handled it as best she could. She had been so caught up in raising her son that she never gave any thought to dating while Curt was living at home, and now that he was gone she had to admit that the nights got pretty lonely sometimes. Curt was always around to take her mind off of the fact that she didn't have a man in her life except him, and now that he was gone that fact became glaringly clear to her.
Painfully clear at times, so much so that the very expensive and very realistic dildo she had bought with her ex's money couldn't make the aching go away completely. She hoped that with Curt in the house again things would get back to a manageable state like it was before he left, or at least so that she didn't ache for a man's touch as much as she had been lately.
Curt was home for two weeks, from the week before Christmas to just after New Year's, and the first week had been nothing short of fabulous. In many ways it was like he'd never left - they picked up right where they had left off, going out to eat, just sitting and talking, enjoying each other's company just like they always had. At the end of the last day of the week Christie was lying in her bed, thinking about how good it was to have her son back with her again, how good looking and downright handsome he was, and wondering just how many girls he'd been with since he had been gone.
That led her to wonder just what kind of lover he was, and what he looked like naked - what his penis looked like naked now that he was all grown up, that is. This wasn't the first time these thoughts had run through Christie's mind, but the separation and his return had made them more intense than they used to be. She knew it was wrong for her to be having these thought about her own son, but she couldn't help the way she felt. Her son was a handsome and downright sexy young man, and even though she knew it was wrong for her to feel the way she did, she was sexually attracted to him and that was all there was to it.
As she was lying there imagining what her son looked like naked and what kind of lover he was, her hand absently wandered down her flat stomach to her mound, rubbing gently as she closed her eyes and let her imagination wander. She slipped her fingers inside her panties and ran her fingers through the light patch of pubic hair to her pussy, and she was surprised to find that she was wet - very wet. She slipped two fingers easily inside her pussy, rubbing her mound and her clit firmly, her pussy hot, wet, and tight around her fingers. It didn't take long for her to have a shattering orgasm, the waves of pleasure crashing through her body like a thunderclap. She bit her lip to keep from crying out and waking her son, her body shaking as the powerful orgasm shook her body like a rag doll. When it was over she was left gasping for breath, her fingers and hand soaked, the room filled with the aroma of her musk. When she drifted off to sleep a few minutes later she did so with thoughts of her son in her mind and a smile on her face.
She awoke the next morning feeling better and more satisfied than she had in months, and it showed in her demeanor. Curt noticed it right away, saying something about it at breakfast.
"Gee, Mom, you're certainly Magosa Escort in a good mood this morning," he said, smiling at her as she flitted about the kitchen fixing breakfast.
"Well, a good night's sleep will do that for you, I guess," she said, coming over to the table and putting a glass of orange juice down in front of him, then putting one in front of her place at the table. Neither of them drank coffee, so juice was the order of the day.
'And I always sleep good after I've had the kind of orgasm I had last night, thanks to you!' she thought to herself as she smiled at her handsome son, glancing down at his crotch as she did. She walked back over to the counter and picked up two plates with ham, eggs, and hash browns on them, then walked back over to the table and put one down in front of him and the other at her place. Then she went over and sat down, enjoying breakfast with her son.
"I suppose the fact that it's Christmas Eve has something to do with it as well?" Curt asked.
"That's certainly a big part of it, yes," she replied. "Especially since I get to spend it with my son," she said, smiling at him. "So what's on your agenda for today?" she asked, smiling at him. 'God, I want to fuck you so bad!' she thought to herself.
"I'm going to head over and see a friend of mine from college who lives about 30 miles from here, a guy named Austin," he said, pausing to swallow his mouthful of eggs. "We met at a football game and got to talking, and come to find out we have a lot in common. He and his mom, Audrey, went through the same thing a year and a half ago that you and I went through this past year - her husband left her for a younger woman, too, and it raised hell with her and Austin. But they made it through, so if they can make it I'm sure we can, too!" he said. He had no idea just how Austin and his mom had made it through, as Austin had been sworn to secrecy by his mom.
"So you need to borrow the car, then," Christie said, smiling at him.
"If I can, yeah," Curt replied, returning her smile. "I'll make it up to you, I promise!"
"No need for that, honey, you're welcome to use the car any time you like!" she said, reaching over the small table and taking him by the hand. "Will you be home in time for dinner?" she asked.
"Oh, way before that," he replied as she took her hand away and sat up in her chair again. "I should be home in mid-afternoon or somewhere thereabouts," he said.
"That's fine, honey, just be careful and have a good time," she said, meaning it. "I'll be here waiting for you when you get home," she said.
"Thanks, Mom!" Curt said, returning her smile.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully with Curt returning home around one o'clock in the afternoon just as he said he would. They spent a pleasant Christmas Eve afternoon and evening at home, ending the day by watching a Christmas movie on TV before heading to bed.
Half an hour later Christie was lying naked in bed, still awake, unable to turn her mind off from the erotic thoughts she was having about her son. She decided that maybe a soda would help, so she got up, put on her short silk blue robe, and padded quietly down the hall towards the kitchen to get her drink. When she passed Curt's room she had to be especially quiet because his door wasn't completely closed, the door cracked open just a bit. The room was dark, but she could hear Curt talking on his cell phone although she had no idea who he was talking to.
"I'm tellin' ya, man, your mom is a fox," she heard him say, " a downright fox! Why your dad left her for another woman is beyond me," he said, causing Christie to correctly guess that he was talking to Austin. She stopped outside his door to listen for a moment, her curiosity getting the better of her.
"No, man, I don't blame you, I don't blame you at all," he said, pausing for a moment before continuing. "What goes on between you and your mom is your business, and nobody else's. Besides, if I were you I'd fuck her, too, the way your mom looks and all!"
Christie stifled a gasp, her hand coming up to her mouth as she realized what Curt and Austin were talking about. 'So that's how they were able to handle Austin's dad leaving his mom!' she thought to herself.
"Hell, man, you oughta see my mom," she heard Curt say, "talk about a fox! My mom is a MILF first class, and I think my dad is crazy for leaving her," he said. "She's built like a brick shithouse with a pair of tits worth dying for, and she has an ass like an onion - it makes you wanna cry!" he said, chuckling. His words were having two effects on Christie; the first was to make her smile, and the second was to cause her pussy to start to get wet. She put her hand on her mound and rubbed, being very careful not to make a sound as she listened to Curt.
"Yeah, I know, I know," Curt said, pausing for a moment while Austin spoke. "But you did it, so why not me? I mean, hell, I'd fuck my mom in Kıbrıs Escort a minute if I had the chance! But with my luck that'll never happen, you know?" Christie's eyes flew open at this, and a wry smile crossed her face a moment later.
'Your luck is about to change!' she thought to herself, feeling her pussy flood at the thought. Forgetting about the drink she turned around and padded quietly back to her room, closing the door quietly and then immediately going to her nightstand to retrieve her lifelike dildo and take care of business. She stripped out of the robe and let it fall to the floor, then flopped down on the bed and pushed the big dildo into her pussy. She was so wet and ready that it slid right in, not needing any lubricant at all, and within a matter of minutes Christie was having the most intense orgasm she'd had in longer than she could remember. When it was over it left her gasping for breath, a satisfied smile on her face.
"And the next time I cum it's not going to be with a dildo," she said quietly to herself, "it's going to be with my son's hard cock inside me! Now all I have to do is figure out how to make it happen," she said, her brow furrowing at the thought. She thought about it for a minute or so, then smiled when the idea hit her. The smile turned into a grin the more she thought about it, and it only took a moment for her to decide that this was how she was going to do it. Then she got under the covers and turned onto her side, falling asleep within moments, a smile on her face.
She woke up early the next morning, wanting to be fresh and clean for her son when she gave him what she hoped was going to be his best Christmas present ever. She pulled out a set of see-through, red lacy lingerie that she had bought to wear for her husband before he left her, and he never got to see it as he left before Christmas that year. So as it was about to turn out, Curt would be the first man to see her in it. And as she looked at herself in the full-length mirror in her room, she thought she looked pretty damned good, every bit the foxy MILF her son thought she was.
Christie was 5'6" tall and weighed 120 pounds, the efforts to keep her figure slim and trim after giving birth to her son paying off in spades. Her stomach was flat and lean, her waist tapered, her legs long and shapely, and her bust full and bouncy. Her breasts didn't sag anywhere near as much as she thought they would after being pregnant, and right now she was wearing a 35D bra. She wore her dyed blond hair in a short pageboy style, and her pubic mound was covered with a closely trimmed patch of also-dyed pubic hair. Her outer lips were shaven smooth, and she could hardly wait to feel her son's fingers and, if she was really lucky, his lips on them before the morning was over.
She had forgotten just how good the lacy lingerie looked on her, and she smiled as she turned to look at herself at all angles in the mirror. Her pert nipples with their small areola were clearly visible beneath the red see-through material, and she could feel them start to harden as she thought about what the morning was going to bring. Then she put on her blue silk robe, wrapping it around her waist and tying it closed with the sash. She heard her son moving around in the living room, so she left her room and came into the living room to start the celebration. Curt smiled when he saw her come into the room.
'Damn, she looks good!' he thought to himself.
"Merry Christmas, sweetheart!" she said cheerily, walking over to Curt and kissing her son on the cheek, a big smile on her face and her nipples as hard as rocks.
"Merry Christmas, Mom!" Curt replied, hugging her for a moment.
"So let's see what Santa has left for us under the tree, shall we?" she said, walking over to the tree and bending over to pick up a present with her son's name on it. She intentionally kept her legs straight and bent over at the waist, knowing that her robe would ride up and give her son a good view of her legs and possibly her ass as well. She was right, and Curt's breath caught in his throat as he got a glimpse of his mom's ass and smooth-shaven outer lips beneath the red see-through panties.
'Holy shit!' he thought to himself, quickly giving his mom a smile when she stood up and turned around to face him.
'Gotcha!' she thought to herself, catching a glimpse of her son's face as she turned around.
"Here you go, son! Merry Christmas!" she said again, handing him his gift.
They exchanged gifts for the next ten minutes or so, each of them having four under the tree. Christie managed to give him another glimpse of her ass and pussy, and even worked in a view of her cleavage down the front of her robe after she pulled it open enough to give him the view she wanted him to have. She knew she was having the desired effect on her son when she caught a glimpse of him adjusting himself in his lounge pants, trying to hide the growing bulge Lefkoşa Escort of his cock as she teased him. They usually both wore t-shirts and lounge pants around the house in the morning, so Curt wasn't used to seeing Christie wearing the sexy lingerie and robe that she was. All he knew was that it was getting more difficult to hide his growing erection from his mom as his cock got harder and harder from the show she was putting on.
"Well, it looks like that's it for the presents," he said as he sat on the other end of the couch from where his mom sat, trying to keep her attention away from what was going on in his crotch.
"Not quite, sweetheart, you still have one more present to unwrap," she said, looking over at him with a smile on her face, her heart racing.
'It's now or never!' she thought to herself.
"I do?" he asked, looking around. "Where is it?"
"Right here, sweetheart," she said, standing up and walking over to stand in front of him as he sat on the couch. "It's me. You get to unwrap me," she said, her voice breathless with excitement and anticipation.
"What?" Curt said, taken completely by surprise. "Unwrap...you?"
"Yes, me," she replied, looking down into his eyes, a surprised look on his face. "I wore something very special for you this morning, and now it's time for you to unwrap me so you can see it," she said, a soft smile of anticipation on her face. "Just pull this bow right here," she said, pointing to the sash tied in a bow around her waist.
Curt looked at his mom's face, then looked down at the bow at her waist, then looked back up at her face again. She smiled and nodded at him, and he could see her chest rising and falling quickly with her increased breathing. He looked down at the bow at her waist again and reached out, taking on of the ends in his hands and pulling.
'This can't be happening! This just can't be happening!' he thought to himself as he pulled the bow loose, the ends of the sash dropping away and the robe falling open to reveal the lacy red lingerie beneath. She took a step back and pulled the robe completely open, then slid it from her shoulders to let it fall on the floor around her feet. Curt's breath caught in his throat again as he got a look at his mom's spectacular body, and he could feel his cock responding at the sight. His mom's nipples were clearly visible inside the cups of the bra, and when he looked down at her crotch he could clearly see her closely trimmed bush beneath the material of the panties.
Christie's breath was coming quickly now, her heart pounding as she stood before her son, watching his eyes as they traveled up and down the length of her body. She could feel how hard her nipples were, and she felt her pussy getting wet in anticipation of what she hoped was about to happen.
"Well? What do you think?" she asked breathlessly, putting her hands on her hips and cocking one knee in front of her. Her nipples were so hard they ached, and her pussy was getting wetter by the moment. She turned around so Curt could see that the panties she was wearing were a thong, and she heard his sharp intake of breath as he got his first look at her nearly naked rounded ass.
"Do you like your present?" she said as she turned around to face him again. Curt paused for a moment before answering, entranced by the sight of the sexy woman standing in front of him. Finally he looked up into her eyes and spoke.
"I love my present! I think you're the hottest, sexiest, most beautiful woman I've ever seen!" he said, his voice a little unsure.
"Am I a MILF?" she asked, teasing him to get him to relax, her heart pounding in her chest as she spoke.
"Oh, yeah, you're a MILF," he replied, smiling for the first time as he let his eyes roam up and down her body again. "You're definitely a MILF!"
"Would you like to fuck me, then?" she asked, her voice a breathless whisper. Curt's eyes flew up to hers at this, his mouth falling open as he stared at her for a moment.
'Did she say that?' he thought to himself, 'Did my mom really just ask me if I wanted to fuck her?'
"Mom, I..." he stammered, unsure of what to say but finally figuring what the hell.
"In the worst way!" he said, looking up into her eyes, his voice low and his cock getting harder by the moment.
"I was so hoping you'd say that!" she said breathlessly, a smile crossing her face. "Slide over a bit, honey," she said, motioning for him to slide over into the middle of the couch. He slid over, and as soon as he did Christie climbed onto his lap facing him, sitting on his lap and directly on the hardening tube of his cock. She smiled when she felt his growing erection beneath her.
"You're not done unwrapping your present yet, you know," she said, looking into his eyes as she spoke, her voice soft and low as she tapped the clasp in the front of her bra between the two cups. Without a word Curt reached up and unfastened the clasp, and as soon as he did Christie pulled the cups aside and set her big breasts free right in front of him. She slipped the bra from her shoulders and dropped it onto the couch, her breasts swaying with her movements. She looked at him and grinned at the expression on his face, then spoke to break him out of his trance.