Sex stories, incest, mom and son, Mother and son spend Christmas alone…The white snowflakes whirled against the darkness, caught in my headlights, and rushed up against the windshield of my car. I was perhaps driving a bit faster than I should have, considering the weather, but I was anxious to get home. The winter holidays were finally here. I had been looking forward to it, what with all the assignments and studying in college. It would feel good to get away from it all and spend some time with my mother, as well as my relatives.
Mom had been living alone since I moved out, so I made sure stay over on the weekends as often as I could. I still considered it my home. We lived in a suburb to a larger city, so it would have been an easy commute, but at 21 I still felt the need to have my own place. Luckily, my car, an old Nissa Altima, allowed me the option to visit often and still maintain a social life. The trip only took me about 40 minutes or so.
‘Last Christmas’ was playing on the radio as I turned into the streets of my childhood. Same songs every year, as far back as I could remember. I didn’t mind. I liked the repetition, the tradition. Same streets, same people, same white snow I used to build my crappy snowmen from.
Same house. I parked the car on the driveway, in front of the garage. I walked up to the door through a thick layer of snow, creaking satisfyingly under my steps. I put down my bag and rang the bell.
Victoria, my mother, opened the door with a smile on her face. She was wearing jeans and a white top which hugged closely to her form, revealing the shape of her well sized breasts. Her chestnut colored hair lay over her shoulders in twirls. My mother, who was 42, looked great for her age. Hell, she looked great for any age.
“Hey there hot stuff!” Mom greeted. She used some inventive pet names for me at times.
“Hi Mom!” I answered, as she came over and hugged me tightly.
“Merry Christmas,” she added as she held me in her embrace. I could feel her tits being mushed against me. Even through my jacket the feeling of her breasts against me made inappropriate thoughts flash through my mind.
I should probably add that older women had always been a huge turn on for me. Later, that preference had evolved into fantasies specifically about the sexiest older woman I knew of, which was my mother. Actually, scratch that. Sexiest woman I knew of, regardless of age.
I almost exclusively searched for porn with women who looked like her, and frequented sites with mother and son incest stories. That’s all it was though. Stories and fantasies. I knew very well that that was never going to happened, and I was fine with it. I would never jeopardize the relationship with my mother for one of my dumb, depraved fantasies. At least, so I had always thought.
“Merry Christmas to you too Mom,” I added, a bit late. “You look great!”
“Thanks sweetie!” She beamed at the attention. “I made myself look extra good today, since my only son is coming home for the holiday. You haven’t seen him have you? A dark haired, handsome boy with an amused grin on his face?”
I couldn’t help smiling at her.
“There he is,” she said playfully and surprised me by leaning in and planting a kiss right on my lips.
“Mom!” I exclaimed.
“What? You’re standing under the Mistletoe,” she explained and pointed behind me, above the door. I turned to look.
“Like you didn’t put that there on purpose,” I commented. Not that I minded.
“Oh, relax. It’s just a ‘Christmas kiss’. I’m just so exited to have you home with me for this long.”
“And the rest of our relatives?” I asked.
“Ah, yeah. Them too, of course,” she answered, with less enthusiasm. “Which reminds me, I better take this down now so your uncle Tom doesn’t get any ideas.”
I chuckled as she reached around me and took the plant down. Tom would try almost anything he thought he could get away with when it came to Mom, especially with some eggnog in him. It never got him anything from her though, other than cold looks.
I took off my jacket and carried my bag into my room.
“Nick! You want some coffee?” Mom called from the kitchen.
“Sure,” I called back and began unpacking.
The presents lay hidden under layers of clothes in my sports bag. A couple of toys for the younger relatives in the family and a bottle of perfume for Mom. Mom had handled bying the rest of our shared gifts for the others. “Shared”, even though she insisted on not letting me help pay for them.
I took the gift wrapped box with the perfume and hid it under the pillow on my bed and let the rest sit on my desk.
Mom was waiting by the dinner table, two steaming cups of coffee in front of her.
“All set up?” she asked and handed me a cup.
“Yep, there’s not a lot to unpack.”
Mom was sitting with the steaming cup held in both hands, holding it up to her face and blowing on it to try and cool it down. She sat leaned forward with her elbows on the table, pushing her breasts together between her arms. She smiled at me, her mouth half hidden. I quickly tore my eyes away from her, to make my attraction less obvious.
Fuck, she’s hot… I thought as I looked around for something else to focus on.
“Oh, is that this year’s tree?” I asked, noticing the pine tree in the living room. The dining room was basically one with the living room, the majority of walls between the two knocked down to make a larger and more open area. I had noticed the tree before, but I needed something to talk about.
“You like it? I picked it up earlier today. I thought we could decorate it tomorrow evening together with everyone else.”
“Sure, sounds good. So they’re flying in tomorrow then?” I asked.
“Yeah, Jen and the rest of the gang are on the same flight tomorrow, and your aunt is driving over with her family and Tom,” she explained. Jen being her sister and the rest of family coming from my late father’s side of the family.
“It was snowing like crazy on the way here though, they might want to take it easy if they are going out on the roads,” I suggested, even though I had been going a bit too fast myself.
“I’ll make sure to tell them,” Mom said, smiling. She fell silent for a moment, gazing at me and with a grin on her face.
“What?” I asked.
“Oh, nothing. I just can’t believe how grown up you’ve become.”
“Come on, Mom…” I said, a little embarrassed, even though I appreciated that she saw me as more of a man.
We sat in silence for a moment, sipping our coffee. The only sound that could be heard was the low ticking from a clock. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence though, like it could be with other people.
“How is Tammy, by the way?” Mom asked, breaking the silence.
“Oh. Um, she’s fine. I was going to tell you. We kind of broke up.”
Mom looked surprised at that. “Really? Why?”
“I don’t know. It just didn’t work out is all…” I said.