The Christmas of 2023

David entered the kitchen and saw her leaning against the counter staring outside. As he had done many times in the past, he walked up behind her and placed his hands lovingly on her shoulders.

"Did I do a good enough job?" he asked, referring to the yard.

She had been so engrossed in her thoughts she didn't even register the feel of his hands on her shoulders. But when he spoke she nearly jumped out of her skin. She spun around so fast David had to wrap his arms around her so she wouldn't fall.

"Jesus, David, you almost made me wet myself. Don't you know you're not supposed to sneak up on people like that?"

"Sorry, Mom," he said with a hearty chuckle as he pulled her in for a comforting hug.

Letting her own arms encircle his waist she snuggled into him, placed her cheek against his chest, then said with a chuckle of her own, "I'll forgive you this time."

"What were you thinking so hard about?" he asked as he gently stoked her back with one hand.

"Nothing important dear," she murmured, bringing one hand around front and rubbing his chest.

The tone of her voice told him she was lying but he didn't press the issue. He was just glad to be here, right now, holding his mother in his arms.

"I love you, Mom," he whispered.

"I love you too baby," she replied, then gently pushed him back.

"So what should we do today?" he asked, following her into the front room.

Evelyn stopped and turned to face her son.

"I'm sorry honey, I have to go into work. I'm expecting a new shipment in, and I have to make sure the order is right. I'll probably be pretty late," she told him, a tone of disappointment in her voice.

It was only then that he took a look at how she was dressed. She was definitely dressed for work in a silky beige blouse tucked into charcoal grey slacks and three-inch black heels. Her hair was neatly brushed, and a light dusting of makeup had been applied, the dark mascara bringing out the color of her eyes.

"That's okay, we can do something when you get home," he cheerfully said.

"Uhm, about that," she began. "The thing is, I wasn't expecting you until Saturday, so I have a date tonight. I'm so sorry honey."

"A date huh. With that Larry dude you told me about?" he asked.

Evelyn detected a trace of jealousy in his voice.

"Yes, with Larry," she answered.

Putting a smile on his face he said, "That's okay, Mom, we can do something tomorrow."

The smile on his face faded when he saw the clouded look on her face.

"I have a full day tomorrow too. I've got to meet with the contractor about the expansion, then I have inventory to sort," she replied, clearly seeing the disappointment on his face.

"But hey, after I get home tomorrow how about I make you a good home-cooked meal, then after that we can snuggle up on the couch and watch movies like we used to," she added.

Putting on a smile he replied, "Sounds good."

Evelyn gave him a peck on the cheek and then went into the garage to her car. Once she had backed out she used the remote to shut the door. David stood by the front window and watched until her car was out of sight, then taking a look around he pondered what to do. As he scanned the front room it dawned on him that his mother hadn't put up a Christmas tree, something she'd always done. With a new sense of purpose, as well as something to do, he went looking for the tree they'd used every year since his father had died. It took him a while, but he finally found the box with the Balsam Hill logo on the side perched on a shelf in the garage. Next to it were two more boxes labeled decorations.

It took him almost three hours to put up the tree and arrange the ornaments and lights to his satisfaction. Once done he sat on the couch for another hour and admired his handy work. The only thing he could see wrong was the lack of presents under the tree. He headed up to his room, retrieved a slender oblong box from his seabag, then went looking for some wrapping paper. He found that in the garage too.

Even though it was only 5:30 in the evening light began to swiftly fade outside. David had been sitting on the couch watching the sports channel when he noticed. Not wanting to be here when Larry came to pick up his mom for their date he went upstairs, took a shower and shaved. At first he changed into jeans and a Motley Crue t-shirt but thought better of it. Instead he went down to his truck and retrieved the carryall stashed in the back. By the time he was ready to go he felt confident that wearing his dress blues was the way to go. He'd always had good luck attracting the fairer sex dressed in them. There was just something about the uniform that appealed to women. After making sure he had money, his wallet and I.D. he adjusted the dixie cap and headed to his truck. The plan was to stop and eat something first, then check out several of the local clubs.

At 6:48 just as David was finishing his meal at Denny's Evelyn arrived home. She noticed her son's truck was gone while waiting for the garage door to open. She felt sad that she'd made plans that she didn't want to break. It'd been over two weeks since the last time her and Larry had gotten together, and as horny as she was she couldn't wait another day to scratch the itch between her legs. She closed the garage door, locked her car, then went into the kitchen, the only light coming from the hood above the stove. Off to her right she noticed a multi-colored glow coming from the front room. Placing her purse on the counter she went to investigate. Her heart swelled with love as she took in the sight of the decorated Christmas tree near the front window.

"Ahh, bless his heart," she whispered.

While Evelyn was admiring the tree David was seated at the first bar he came across. It turned out to be a country bar filled with mainly older people. Even though he wasn't legally of age to drink he often found that the uniform made most bartenders forget to ask him for identification. Such was the case in this bar. He learned as the night went on that most of the guys in the place were veterans, as were some of the mature women. The patrons took to him as if he were one of their own. When they learned that he'd just returned from six months at sea the booze began to flow.

Evelyn stepped out of the shower and walked into her bedroom, the clock on her nightstand telling her that she had about fifteen minutes before Larry was due. Standing at the foot of her bed she pondered what to wear while studying her figure in the full-length mirror on her closet door. Her eyes traveled over her breasts, full and round with just a hint of sag due to their weight, the quarter inch light brown areolas crinkled, the eraser-sized nipples stiff with anticipation. Lowering her eyes she took in the fairly flat stomach, a product of countless Pilates classes, then further down she saw the neatly trimmed bush that covered her mound. A scowl came over her face as she gazed at the hood of her clitoris peeking through the dark hair. All her life she'd had a large clit and meaty labia. She had asked her mother about it, thinking she was some sort of freak compared to other girls she saw in the showers after gym class, but her mom had told her that it ran in the family. Her mother had even shown her what her's looked like. It was even bigger than her's. Over the years her's seemed to grow, and now it was as big as her mother's had been.

Running the tip of her index finger over the sensitive hood she felt a shiver seep through her. As pleasurable as it was to have it touched she had found that most men she'd been with seemed to shy away from going down on her. Larry was no exception. The one and only time he ate her out lasted a whole minute and a half before he stopped. She had learned that she could compensate for the lack of tongue pleasure by simply having the guy fuck her in the doggy position. It was almost as much pleasure to have a man's balls slapping against her clit. With a shiver she pulled her finger away from her throbbing bud and glanced at the clock. Seven minutes to go.

Twenty minutes later no Larry. Not even a text letting her know he was running late. Stretched out on her bed, her robe spread open, she continued to lightly caress her labia, the tip of her middle finger occasionally dipping into her dripping slit. She used this technique to keep the juices flowing as time slowly ticked on while her anger continued to climb. Larry had never been late before, and the waiting was becoming increasingly harder for her to bear.

By nine thirty she was pissed. At ten-fifteen she was beyond furious. She needed relief. Picking up her phone she sent a text to Larry asking what was taking him so long. After fifteen minutes with no reply she rolled over and opened the drawer to her nightstand. Reaching in she grabbed her favorite, and only toy, a flesh-colored dildo about six inches long. Slowly she lowered it to her pussy and ran the tip of the rubber cock through her soaked folds. Once she had it coated with her cream she gently inserted it into her entrance, pushing until a good five inches were stuffed into her hungry hole.

"Ahh yes!" she hissed feeling the fake cock working it's magic to quell the itch that burned inside.

After a couple of minutes of this she pulled the rubber cock out, piled several pillows against her headboard and leaned back. Spreading her legs she once again inserted the toy, only this time she could watch in the mirror as it slid in and out. The visual stimulation added another dimension to her heightened senses. Just as she neared what felt like a decent orgasm the doorbell rang. Yanking the dildo from her soaked pussy she threw it on the bed and ran for the stairs.

Holding her robe closed with one hand she yanked open the door and growled, "What the hell took you so long..." the words dying in her throat as she took in the sight in front of her.

Instead of being Larry it was her son. He was being held up by a burly guy with a grey beard and a baseball cap on his head, the words 'Vietnam Veteran' imprinted across it. It was obvious that David was drunk as a skunk.

"Sorry to bother you ma'am, but he says he lives here," the old guy said, his eyes wandering to the gap in Evelyn's robe.

"He's my son," she replied, stepping out and wrapping an arm around her son's waist to support him.

"As you can see he had a little too much to drink, so we," he waved a hand at the car in the driveway where two other guys sat, "decided it best if we brought him home."

"Hi Mom," David slurred out, then belched.

The smell of whiskey assaulted her nose as she started to lead him into the house.

"You need help with him?" the old guy asked, once more glancing down at the exposed cleavage.

"No. No, I've got him. Thanks for bringing him home," she said.

"No problem ma'am, the kid's a lot of fun." Just as the guy walked away he turned back and said, "When he sobers up tell him we said thanks for his service."

Before she could think of a reply the car backed out of the driveway and took off.

"Come on honey, let's get you to bed," she told David as she helped him into the house.

With a sloppy grin on his face he slurred, "I'd like that."

Getting him up the stairs was difficult. He could barely stand so she took one of his arms and placed it around her neck while using her other one to hold him up by the waist. This presented a problem. With both hands being used she had no way to keep her robe closed. Another problem was with his arm around her neck his hand was resting on her exposed breast. With each step up the stairs his hand would bounce against her fleshy boob. At one point she could've sworn she felt him squeeze it. By the time they reached his room the nipple on that breast was quite stiff.

"Think you can get undressed?" she asked, completely forgetting that her robe was wide open.

David struggled but managed to remove his jumper along with the white t-shirt under it. Bare chested he turned and stared blurry eyed at his mother. At first it didn't dawn on him that she was exposed, and by the time it did he felt the room start to spin. Swiftly Evelyn grabbed him around the waist and stirred him to the bed. Once seated he gazed at her and drunkenly said, "You're so pretty, Mom." No sooner had the words left his mouth than he fell sideways on the bed and promptly passed out.

Evelyn couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

"A Mother's work is never done," she sighed, kneeling down and untying his shoes.

Once she had his shoes and socks off she stood, then grabbing his ankles she swung his legs up onto the bed. David stirred a little then rolled over and lay on his back, his arms down by his sides, light snoring sounds letting Evelyn know that he was still asleep. At first she thought about leaving him like that, but decided he would be more comfortable if she removed his pants too. However that proved to be more work than she anticipated. First off she had no idea how to undo his pants; there were so many buttons. A little exploring finally revealed the hidden zipper built into them. She felt a moment of triumph when she finally had them undone. The next step proved a little daunting. Standing at the foot of the bed she took hold of each pant leg and began to tug. At first, since David wasn't able to lift his butt to help, they refused to budge. Gripping the cuffs of his pants she pulled harder. She was almost about to give up when suddenly the waistband cleared his ass causing his pants to rapidly slid down his legs. She'd been pulling so hard she had no time to react, her momentum pulled her back so fast she fell backward and landed on her ass on the floor.

"Son of a bitch!" she snapped.

Placing her hands on the foot of the bed she struggled until she was back on her feet. When she gazed back down at her son she got the surprise of her life. Apparently, and quite unintentionally, she had not only pulled off his pants, but had also pulled his boxers down to his knees. That wasn't what had her so surprised though. It was the fact that her son's cock and balls were exposed.

She cupped a hand over her mouth and let out a strangled, "Oh! My! God!"

Her first instinct was to get the hell out of there. And she almost did. She made it to the door but for some reason she couldn't leave. She began chewing on her lower lip as warning bells went off in her head. Slowly she turned around and took a few tentative steps toward her son's bed, the warning bells growing louder the closer she got. Once alongside his bed she stared down in disbelief, her brain struggling to comprehend what her eyes were seeing.

Her son's flaccid cock was almost as big as her toy, and his ball sack was so large it fell down between his thighs almost resting on the bed. Unable to stop herself she gingerly reached down until the tips of her fingers made contact with the smooth hot flesh of his shaft. She felt powerless. His cock called out to her. Gently she curled her fingers around the shaft and lifted until his cockhead was pointing toward the ceiling. She could feel the heat radiating off it, instantly warming the palm of her hand. She couldn't help but wonder if it was this big soft, then how big was it fully erect. There was only one way to find out she told herself. The warning bells in her head were really blaring now, but they were falling on deaf ears.

Her hand began to slowly stroke the soft tube of flesh as if trying to coax more blood into it. At first she didn't think it was working until she felt his cock twitch in her hand. A smile of satisfaction spread on her lips as his cock continued to grow. By the time it was fully hard she couldn't even get her fingers all the way around it's girth. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her son's cock had to be at least eight or nine inches long. Drool leaked out of the corner of her mouth as she stared at it.

She knew she should stop; she'd seen what she wanted, and she would have if a drop of pre-cum hadn't oozed out of his slit at that very moment. With a growl of unbridled lust she lowered her head and swallowed as much of his cock as she could get into her mouth. Her hand began to rapidly pump the remaining shaft as her carnal cravings kicked into overdrive. Faster and faster she bobbed on his knob while her free hand found its way between her own thighs, two fingers sinking into the smoldering heat of her drenched pussy.

David woke, the pleasure coursing through his cock too much for his alcohol infused mind to block. Slowly he raised his head and looked down toward his crotch. The blurry image of a woman bending over him brought a smile to his face. He knew he was dreaming because he'd had this dream many times in the past. Gently lowering his head back to the bed he closed his eyes and surrendered to the unadulterated pleasure that raced through him.

Evelyn felt David's shaft swell and throb. Just as she felt the first rope of cum enter her mouth she felt her orgasm rip through her. Unable to cry out, her mouth full of cum, she groaned out her pleasure as her cunt muscles clamped around her invading fingers. So lost in her own pleasure she failed to hear him call out "Oh Mom!" Both mother and son shuddered violently as their orgasms washed over them, a blinding light exploding in their brains. As soon as she could she pulled her cum coated mouth from her son's cock, stood straight up and then ran from the room. She needn't have hurried; David had already passed out again.

As soon as she reached her bedroom she rushed into the bathroom and turned on the sink faucet. Bending over she splashed cold water on her face, the taste of her son's cum a stark reminder of what she'd just done. Once her heart rate slowed down she lifted her head and stared into the mirror over the sink.

"What the hell were you thinking you sick bitch! That was your son's cock you just sucked off!" she barked at her reflection, tears beginning to form as the realization of what she'd just done set in.

Reaching over she pulled a hand towel off the rack and patted her face dry. Once finished she returned the towel and walked back into her bedroom, remorse and fear for what she'd done quickly building. As she stood there a scary thought popped into her head. What would have happened if he had woken up? That question was followed by several more. Would he have been disgusted to find his mother sucking his cock? And if he had woken, how much damage would have been done as far as their relationship was concerned? Could she have explained her actions? She seriously doubted it. How do you tell your son that you were so overcome with lust just by seeing his penis that you couldn't help yourself?

As those questions swirled around in her brain she realized that she couldn't leave him the way he was. She had to at least cover him up. Squaring her shoulders she stepped out into the hall and froze when she saw the light coming from his open doorway. Had she left the light on or was he awake and waiting for her she wondered. With faltering steps she reached his door fully expecting to see him sitting on the bed waiting angrily for her to return to the scene of the crime. What she found instead was her son laying on his side in a fetal position with his back to the door. He was still naked, and his boxers were still around his knees. Seeing that he was on top of the covers she went over and pulled a spare blanket out of the linen closet in the hall. After covering him up she leaned over and placed a delicate kiss on his cheek. "I love you baby boy," she whispered.

Sleep didn't come to her until the wee hours of the night, and it was a restless sleep at that.

David woke with a serious case of cotton mouth and a pounding headache. Throwing the blanket off he swung his legs over the side of the bed and prepared to stand. That's when he noticed his boxers around his knees. He looked around the room and saw his clothes scattered about.