Mom All I Want for Xmas Is You

All characters portrayed are over the age of eighteen.

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As if it was all a dream or a sexual fantasy, James couldn't wait for Christmas. As if it was all a dream or a sexual fantasy, he decided to make his incestuous, sexual move with his mother on Christmas Eve night. As if it was all a dream of a sexual fantasy, he hoped to get her a little tipsy with champagne and sexually seduce his mother.

After sexually lusting over her for four, long years, he needed to know if she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. He needed to know if she was inadvertently or deliberately teasing him by continuing to flash him. He had seen enough up-skirt peeks of her panties, up-nightgown peeks of her naked pussy, down-blouse views of her cleavage and bra, and down-nightgown views of her naked tits to want to see his mother naked. He had seen enough peeks, flashes, and views of his mother to want to have sex with her naked body.

Forget about opening expensive and/or thoughtful presents wrapped in pretty holiday paper with bows, preferring instead as his Christmas gift, a loving son wants to have sex with his sexy mother for Christmas and every day thereafter. The only gift that James wanted was his mother. The only gift that James wanted was to see his mother naked and to have sex with her. Nothing else and nothing more, all that James wanted for Christmas was his mother.

'All I want for Christmas is my mother. Mom, all I want for Christmas is you,' thought James. 'All I want for Christmas is to kiss my mother while undressing her before having sex with her naked body.'

Twenty-two-year-old James was in love with his 40-year-old, best friend, the woman of his sexual dreams and erotic fantasies, his mother, Susan. He looked forward to celebrating Christmas with Sue, his soulmate, the love of his life, and his hoped-for sexual lover. All he wanted for Christmas was see his mother naked and to have sex with her naked body. All he wanted for Christmas was to make out with his mother while making love to his mother's naked body with his naked body.

"Merry Christmas, Mom," he said wishing that he had the audacity to give his mother a deep, wet kiss instead of giving her a peck on her lips.

He'd love nothing more than to part her lips with his tongue while feeling her sexy and shapely body through her clothes. A risk he may soon have to take to see if she'd return his deep, wet kiss with her deep, wet kiss, he wondered if his mother would reciprocate his sexual passion with her sexual passion. He wondered if his mother would allow him to feel her through her clothes. Unable to know until he tried parting her lips with his tongue, while touching and feeling her where he should never touch and feel his mother, he wondered if his mother sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.

Something his father or her lover would give his mother but not her son, never her son, he wanted to give his mother multiple, sexual orgasms for Christmas. Something his father or her lover would give his mother for Christmas, he watched his mother open her gift, a sheer, sexy, short, low-cut nightgown. She looked up at him embarrassed before she slowly ran her hand beneath the thin material. Obviously, showing her son every part of her beautiful, naked body if she dared wear it in front of him without the modesty of a robe, she blushed by how sheer and virtually see-through, it was.

'I'd love my mother to strip off her clothes and try this nightgown on in front of me,' he thought. 'What was she thinking? Was she thinking of undressing in front of me,' he wondered? 'Was she thinking about wearing this sexy, sheer nightgown in front of me without having the moral modesty to wear a robe over it? I'd love to see my Mom wear this sexy, sheer nightgown in front of me,' he thought. 'I'd love to see my Mom's ass, tits, and pussy through this virtually see-through material.'

Then, as if she was already wearing it and modeling the nightie for him, she held it up to her over her clothes. Seemingly unable to help herself, she gave her son a sexy smile and a naughty look. Assuredly unable to help himself, James stared at his MILF of a mother while imaging her wearing the sexy nightgown in front of him and without the modesty of a wearing a robe.

Undressing her with his eyes, he stared at her as if she was already naked. Undressing her with his eyes, he stared at her as if she was already wearing his Christmas gift. Undressing her with his eyes, he imagined her wanting to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her.

As if she was already modeling it for him, he imagined seeing the size, shape, and outline of her naked breasts. He imagined seeing her dark pink, round areolas, and her lighter pink, erect nipples. Imagining seeing his mother's cunt, he imagined seeing his mother's blonde, trimmed pussy. Then, when she turned and teased him by leaning at the waist to show him how his sexy nightgown looked from behind, he imagined seeing the shape of her round, firm ass and her ass crack. Mesmerized by the thought of her wearing it and hypnotized by the vision of her wearing it, he imagined how his mother would look in her sexy nightgown.

"It's beautiful, James. And it's blue, my favorite color," she said. "Thank you," she said leaning into him to give him a peck on the lips. "It's so sheer," she said staring down at the image of her hand beneath the revealing material before staring up at him with a sexy smile. "I could never wear this in front of you without a robe. You'd see everything I own," she said with a sexy laugh while giving him a naughty look.

James stared at his mother still holding the nightgown up to her while wondering what she'd look like just wearing the nightgown without wearing her skirt, blouse, bra, and panties underneath. He stared at her as if she was his girlfriend and/or his lover instead of his mother. He stared at her with forbidden, incestuous lust that a son should never have for the woman who birthed him, bathe him, and raised him to be the horny pervert of a man that he is today.

'I love you, Mom,' he thought.

Instead of voicing how he really felt, he wished his mother a Merry Christmas.

"Merry Christmas, Susan," said James beaming by her loveliness and surprising even himself by calling her by her first name instead of calling her mom or mother.

'Imagining her wearing it, she'd looked so pretty and so sexy in that revealing nightgown,' he thought. Something that they did every year, so that they could relax in bed the next morning, they exchanged gifts the night before, on Christmas Eve. 'I'd love nothing more than to relax in bed with my mother Christmas morning. Yet, instead of just thinking that she looked pretty and sexy, I need to tell her that she looked pretty,' he thought.

He stared at her with love and incestuous lust before voicing his compliment.

"You'd look so pretty and so sexy wearing that nightgown, Mom," he said reverting to calling her mom again instead of Susan.

An understatement to how he truly felt about his mother and about her appearance, especially if she dared to wear that immodest and immoral nightgown in front of him, he imagined her modeling it for him. He imagined seeing all that he wanted and needed to see of his naked mother through the sheer material of her nightgown while in the bright light of her bedroom. Only, no doubt wearing it for someone else, he knew his mother would never wear that nightgown for him. In the way that he'd love to expose himself to his mother, he knew she'd never expose herself to him.

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A first time for everything, he couldn't believe he called her by her first name. Always respectfully formal of her before, he only called her Mom or Mother, once in a while he called her Mommy. With her a much older woman, him a much younger man, and with him always respectful of his mother, this was his first time calling her by her first name. It felt odd to say her first name aloud. Yet after graduating college and until he found a job, now that they were both adults and living together as man and woman instead of as mother and son, she insisted that he call her Susan instead of Mom.

"Call me Susan, James, instead of Mom or Mother," she said at Thanksgiving.

He looked at her surprised that she wanted him to call her by her first name.

"Okay," he said not questioning her motives.

Now, when he dreamt about her and sexually fantasized about her while masturbating himself, he'd be calling her Sue or Susan instead of Mom or Mother. Only, continuing to call her Mom or Mother, he never called her Susan until now, Christmas Eve. As if he had already been sexually intimate with her, it sexually excited him to call his mother by her first name. As if he was her boyfriend or her lover, every time he called her by her first name he imagined his mother naked and having sex with her.

"Now that they moved to a different city and bought this beautiful, new condo, no one needs to know our business. No one needs to know that we're mother and son," she said giving him an embarrassed smile. "After divorcing your father and your Dad taking up with your whore of an ex-girlfriend, this is our chance to start our life anew."

'No one needs to know that we're mother and son? Why is that' he wondered? 'Why shouldn't our neighbors know that we're mother and son? He wondered if his mother shared his ulterior motive in not wanting anyone to know that they were mother and son. Perhaps, she wanted her neighbors to think they were husband and wife, boyfriend and girlfriend, significant others, or lovers,' he thought.

He returned her smile with his smile while thinking again of Susan as his lover instead of his mother.

"Okay, Susan," he said obviously enjoying saying her name.

She looked at him differently whenever he called her Susan. She looked at him as if he was her boyfriend instead of her son. Then, shocking him into a sexual fantasy of his naked mother in bed with him, she voiced what she was thinking and what she was thinking was what he was thinking, too.

"Especially with me looking younger and you looking older," she said with an embarrassed laugh. "With no one being the wiser, we could pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend, husband and wife," she said with a pause and a sexy smile, "or lovers."

Not having to be a psychic to read the look on his mother's face, she blushed by the obvious thought that her son was her lover. Perhaps reading more into it but as if he wasn't her son and she wasn't his mother, she looked pleased that he called her by her first name. He'd love nothing more than to be his mother's lover. He'd love nothing more than to whisper sweet nothings in his mother's ear while kissing her, touching her, and feeling her everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother. He'd love nothing more than to be naked and in bed with his MILF of a mother.

Ready to fool the other residents of the condominiums by having them think of them not as mother and son, but as lovers, he'd love nothing more than deceive his new neighbors. Besides, not thinking of her as his mother, he more thought of her as an of older woman, a MILF, someone else's mother that he'd love to fuck. If only he could have sex with her, he'd have sex with her. If only she'd willingly, voluntarily, and consensually agree to have sex with him, he'd be so happy.

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Their first time hopefully having sex, he was nervously excited with sexual anticipation. This wasn't an older woman he picked up at the bar and invited home. This was his mother after all and he was his son. What he wanted from her wasn't normal sex but incestuous sex. What he wanted from his mother was to see her without her clothes. What he wanted from his mother was for her to be his lover in addition to him being her son.

Obviously surprising her by telling her what he wanted for Christmas, he wondered if she was really going to go through with granting him his one, Christmas wish. He wondered if she'd not only allow him to see her naked but also allow him to have sex with her naked body as his Christmas gift. Yet, a good sign, he hoped that he read her look correctly.

In the way that she looked at him, she obviously knew he wasn't kissing. Not shocked, she obviously already knew his sexual intentions. Encouraging him instead of admonishing him, she gave him a soft smile and a come hither look on this night before the Lord's birthday, Christmas Eve night.

At the time, obviously oblivious to son's incestuous, sexual attraction, it all started when Susan innocently asked her son what he wanted for Christmas. Instead of telling her that he needed socks, underwear, pajamas, a book, a gift card, or a new video game, he seemingly surprised her with his answer. Answering his mother's loaded question with his inappropriate, sexual response, it all started when James told his mother what he wanted for Christmas was her.

"What would you like for Christmas, James?"

She smiled at him with her big, blue, beautiful eyes. She tucked a fallen strand of her chin length, blonde hair behind her ear while waiting for him to respond. With his mind overwelled by his unexpected answer, he stared at his mother. She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. There wasn't anything that he wanted more than to see his mother naked and to have sex with her naked body.

As if this was all just a dream or a sexual fantasy, he dared himself to confess his sexual attraction to her. There was only one thing that he wanted for Christmas and what he wanted was her. He looked at her with love. He looked at her with incestuous lust. He looked at his mother as if she was already sitting there naked. Daring himself again to say what he truly wanted and how he truly felt about her, he had been sexually attracted to her and desperately lusting over her for years, ever since he turned 18-years-old.

"What I want for Christmas," he said pausing to look at her while undressing her with his eyes again.

He stared at her as if she was standing before him in her sexy bra and panties. He stared at her as if she was topless. He stared at her as if she was standing before him naked.

"Yes, James," she said giving him a wide smile. If she wasn't beautiful enough before, she looked even more beautiful when she smiled. "What would you like for Christmas?"

Pretending that this was a dream or a sexual fantasy, what did he have to lose by telling his mother that he wanted her for Christmas?

"What I want for Christmas is," he said with a pause. "What I want for Christmas is you, Mom," he said.

As if he had just complimented her, she laughed while giving him a warm smile.

"Me? You want me for Christmas? Bless your heart," she said beaming him a broad smile before laughing again. "You already have me, James. Besides what kind of gift is that?" She waved a hand of disbelief while crossing her long, shapely legs and flashing him a quick peek of her bright, white panties. "You'll always have me in your life," she said oblivious to his answer and obviously not understanding what he meant by wanting her as his Christmas gift.

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He imagined his mother as his willing and consensual, sexual Christmas gift. He imagined his mother naked but for a red bow diagonally tied across her body in the way of a beauty pageant sash. He imagined his mother giving her to him to sexually use her in any physically intimate way that he wanted. He imagined his mother being as salaciously solicitous of him as he wanted to be with her.

Treading on thin ice, he was ready to tell her what he wanted for Christmas was her. He was ready to tell his mother that, as his solitary Christmas gift, he wanted to hold her, kiss her, touch, her, feel her, fondle her, and have sex with her. This was it. This was finally the moment that she'd accept him or reject him as her lover. Whether this was real, a dream, or a sexual fantasy, going for broke, he was ready to solicit his mother for sex.

He was ready to tell his mother that he wanted to make love to her before fucking her. He was ready to tell his mother that he wanted to give her multiple, sexual orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock. He was ready to tell her that he wanted her to give him multiple orgasms with her hand, her mouth, and her pussy. He was ready to tell his mother that he wanted her to stroke his cock and suck his cock before fucking his cock. If only she'd give him sex, he'd give her sex too.

Even though he was sexually excited to hopefully have sex with his mother for the first time on Christmas Eve, he was already feeling remorsefully guilty to dare put the sexual moves on her, his mother, of all women. How dare he solicit his mother for sex? How dare he pressure her to grant him his Christmas wish by expecting her to sexually submit to him? Already having second thoughts by what he was about to confess, what's wrong with him to want his mother in that forbidden, incestuous way?

What's wrong with him to constantly dream about her while continually masturbating over the sexually inappropriate thoughts of his mother naked? What's wrong with him to constantly fantasized about her while continually masturbating over the inappropriate thoughts of having sex with her? If his friends and/or relatives knew that he propositioned his mother for Christmas, he'd be so embarrassed. If his friends and/or relatives knew that he propositioned his mother for sex, he'd feel like a real incestuous pervert. Yet, if his friends and/or relatives had a mother who looked like his mother, they'd be propositioning her too.

Unlike the obese and unattractive mothers of his friends and/or relatives, she was more than his mother. His Goddess on Earth, the women he dreamt about every night and masturbated over every day, she was his sexual fantasy woman. She was his best friend, his most trusted confidant, and the woman who he told everything to except for telling her that he loved her, needed her, and wanted to have sex with her naked body.

Even now, with him overwhelmed with the sexual anticipation of seeing his mother naked and having sex with her naked body, he had such a foreboding feeling of forbidden incest. Unable to read her, he had no idea how she'd react to his Christmas wish. Unable to read her, he wondered if she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.

Sexually lusting over her from afar, with her giving him plenty of masturbation fodder, she was his favorite masturbation subject. After giving him so, very many deliberate or accidental up-skirt peeks of her white, bikini panties and down-blouse views of her cleavage and low-cut bra, when he wasn't with her, he masturbated over imagining being with her sexually. After giving him so, very many deliberate or accidental up-nightgown peeks of her blonde, trimmed pussy and down-nightgowns views of her natural, C cup breasts, when he wasn't masturbating over imagining her naked, he was masturbating over having sex with her.

'I love you, Mom,' he thought while masturbating himself after seeing something so sexually provocative and prohibited of his mother that no son should ever see.

Constantly dreaming about her and sexually fantasizing over her, he masturbated over the imagined image of his mother in her low-cut bra and bikini panties. He masturbated over his mother in her sexy, sheer, low-cut nightgowns. He masturbated over the imagined image of his mother standing before him topless. He masturbated over the imagined image of his mother naked. He masturbated over the imagined image of having sex with his naked mother. He was always masturbating over the sexually incestuous thoughts of his mother.

'Mom, I want you,' he thought while stroking himself. 'Mom, I want to kiss you, French kiss you. I want to touch and feel you through your clothes before stripping you naked. I want to finger your pussy before licking your pussy while reaching up to feel your big tits and finger your erect nipples. I want to make sweet, slow love to you before fucking you hard and fast. I want to see and hear you having a sexual orgasm,' he thought.