Author's Note: This story is the reason why I am writing on Literotica today. I enjoy reading love stories. The real kind, like talking to an older couple who have retired and are enjoying their fiftieth wedding anniversary, I will sit and talk with them long after their children and grand children have come and gone. And I will listen to that married couple tell me all of the tales and lessons they learned in their relationship. There are very few authors on literotica that I follow, and Lovecraft68 is one of them. Probably seems odd to some that I like reading this author's work since a good deal of it is dark, but then...aren't we all? The romances were what first attracted me to the writing and I began to read the other stories and saw the emotion and energy the author put into writing them.
Obviously, not ALL of it would appeal to me, but it was easy to see the attraction people had to every single one of the tales.
What you will be reading here is the first piece of literature I truly wrote and wanted to send to someone else. I wrote this because the story it is based on got under my skin and moved me in a way I wasn't familiar with. I wrote this almost accusatory alternate ending and sent it to LC68 and immedeitely sent an apology for being a jerk! I got a heartfelt reply telling me what I wrote was sound, and very much appreciated!
This blew me away since, well, I didn't feel it was very good. LC told me that an author ALWAYS appreciates getting an emotional response from their writings since it lets them know they have done their job to make people think.
Of course...then I was told that my form sucked and my work was filled with typos, and spellchecker was a requirement not an option and I needed an editor then I should probably post it and see what others think!
I never posted it since I had another story in mind to write, but I think now would be a good time to post this small work that made someone say to me, "Hey, you ever think about writing?"
So...this ones for you LC, thanks for all your encouragement.
The original story can be found at this link, you may want to read it first. Or else nothing is going to really make any sense.
http://www.literotica.com/s/moms-christmas-tradition
Mom's Christmas Tradition (Alternate Ending)
Takes place shortly after the brother's leave Matt alone in his bedroom with his Mother around page 6.
Chris and Todd walk out of my bedroom door, closing it behind them. I hear the click of the lock as it shuts. I remember how when I was younger I couldn't sleep if there was too much noise. Dad had gotten me a thick solid core wood door that stopped the sound from carrying through to my room. I am glad he did because I could just imagine my two older brothers talking back and forth outside my door. I always appreciated having them in my life. Even if they were sometimes the most infuriating, aggravating....guh!
Why am I thinking about this now when Mom is...is...oh my gosh!
Mom...my Mother. The woman who raised me, who all other women in my life I would compare to and the vast majority would fall short! For no one would ever love me and care for me like she would. That is a proven fact. Now she is standing in front of me elegant and sensual with a smile on her face so similar to other's she has given me, but more. I can see the heat in her eyes, the slight rosy flush on the skin of her neck and on her breasts. Her lips are parted and I can hear her breathe a little faster with every passing second.
All I can do is sit there with my mouth open and stare!
Remember when you were young? The first time you saw a lingerie ad? Or you saw the cover of a dirty magazine behind the counter at a convenience store? Or something similar...anyway, remember those feelings you felt? The rush and the roaring in your ears and the really good but twisty feeling you got in your gut? It was intense, so intense that you knew you had reached a new level in your life and could never go back?
This was like that but stronger, for what I was looking at was a person who I have loved dearly all of my life.
"It's just you and me baby." She said softly.
The nightgown she wore was loose and flowing. She looked elegant and sensual. A walking wet dream made flesh and bone and soft curves come to life. I still could see in my mind's eye the looks of lust on Chris and Todd's faces as she stepped into my bedroom. I could see her kiss them both, letting their hands roam her skin as she proved to me what they had told me wasn't a lie. My cock was so hard I could probably pound a sixteen penny nail into a 2x4 with one strike!
"I've looked forward to this all year Matt." Mom continued as she seductively moved towards me.
I sat on the edge of my bed, mesmerized by this goddess made real as she drew closer.
"And I am so glad to see you have been looking forward to it too!" She cooed softly.
I was still immobile, entranced by her body. She gently gripped my cock with a murmur of appreciation and I whimpered and said, "Mom, I...Ohhh"
"Doesn't this feel good baby?" She said softly. Then she leaned in closer, still stroking me through my shorts. "Oh, this is so nice...you are so hard for your Mother aren't you."
It's wasn't a question, not at all. A nearly naked beautiful woman was touching me, a teenager, in a place I had wanted to be touched since I had found out how much fun it was to touch it!
Yep! My motor was running and it seemed like the brakes were out of commission! Full speed ahead and damn the torpedoes.
Then Mom's hair brushed my cheek as she leaned closer and something happened. Maybe it was the boozed eggnog my brother's had me drink, made me nostalgic. Or it was...no idea. The smell and feel of my Mother's hair triggered a memory inside of me.
I had been walking home from the school bus drop off in our neighborhood, I was six years old at the time and feeling very grown up and mature since I could walk home from the drop off by myself now. It was raining and there were puddles on the street. I heard a car coming from behind but paid it no mind since I was on the sidewalk and safe.
Suddenly the car drove past quickly and a wall of dirty water rose up and splashed me hard at the car's passing. I yelled and covered my face trying to clear my eyes of road grit and stinky run off. I could hear someone laughing from inside the car and a voice yell out merrily, "Sorry kid!" Then more laughter as the car drove on.
I began to cry tears of shock and discomfort. I couldn't see, and my eyes hurt and I was spitting nasty water from my mouth and I could feel the cold of it in my small clothes. Just as I was getting ready to really cut loose and cry I felt arms around me, and a warm comforting smell cut through the foul ditch water and soothed me. I turned and clutched my Mommy and sighed at feeling her warmth and love.
"There, baby boy. Let me see..." she said lovingly. I felt the handkerchief she carried in her purse gently clean my cheeks and around my eyelids. I blinked, wincing at the grit I felt, then I could see again, albeit a little blearily and she cleaned the gunk from around the corners of my eyes. I could see her worried, but loving face look me over for injuries.
