Home for the Holidays with Mom
Being home with your mom for the Holidays has always been important, even more so after your dad passed. She just seems so lonely, always asking when your next visit is, or talking about how your brothers don't come by very often. You decided to go all out for her present this year, buying her a pretty set of earrings and a necklace. Blue-gray stones set in silver, to match her eyes. Of course, when you tell her this, after you catch her admiring them in the living room a couple days after New Years, she blushes. She's never thought of herself as beautiful but she is, there's no denying that. Your friends used to tease you about it in high school. You had the hot mom, the sexy mom, the MILF. But they were right, even you could see that. And you see it now, as her face goes red, as her robe falls open, revealing her black lace and pink silk pajamas. Your beautiful, sexy mother. You can't help but stare, and she can't help but notice. The conversation moves to her dating life, to what she misses. "I'll never have another great love, I know that," she says, without sadness, "but I do miss it, sometimes, the physical intimacy." You see the color rising in her cheeks, her breath catches and the pace of her rising chest quickens as you get closer. Is this really happening? In a flash, a crack of a moment, she is on you, kissing you, pawing at your body in both passion and desperation. You are ready to serve her needs, even if its wrong, even if you shouldn't. You know its wrong, you both do, but what else is there to do? Your hands are all over one another, there's no stopping as she pulls you on top of her, demanding you, grabbing and drawing you in, over and over...
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