Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Unwrapping Mommy: #1

Summary: Son comes home to discover Mom gift wrapped and.... Read and enjoy...

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If there is an incest goddess I was a grateful recipient of her bounty on Christmas Eve... although at first it sure didn't feel that way as I drove through a wild winter storm.

I was meeting my girlfriend three hours away at her parents'... as my family wasn't celebrating Christmas until the 26th; my sister was flying in later (fares at half the ridiculous pre-Christmas level).

So I was driving three hours north (or perhaps it would take far longer since I was driving through a near blizzard) to spend one day at the in-laws, which would be torture. The one bright star was Shannon had promised to make it worth my time (and the last time she'd used that phrase she invited one of her girlfriends to join us for a threesome... which included me watching a very lengthy lesbian 69) before coming in each of them. Although Shannon was a shy nerd in school, she was a wild nymphomaniac in the bedroom... and in the car... and at the movie theatre... and twice in the debate club room during school hours without the ability to lock the door.

So with the promise of something we hadn't yet done but was guaranteed to be sexy, I was giddy with excitement and curiosity.

Yet, the Goddess of Sex seemed to have turned against me as a half hour into the drive I came up against a road block manned by two apologetic but insistent policemen. I was determined to make the drive, even if it took six hours instead of three... but the police didn't care about my kinky sure thing booty call invite (yes of course I told them, I was desperate to get through) and I was forced to turn around.

Frustrated and annoyed, I headed back home after texting my girlfriend I wasn't going to be able to make it and why.

As I drove home, dad called. I pulled over; it was way too icy to talk and drive.

"Hey son, are you at home?" he asked.

"I'm heading there now," I answered.

"I've been trying to reach your mother but she isn't answering her cell," dad said.

"That's odd," I said.

"When you get home can you tell her I'm not going to make it tonight? The road's closed," he explained.

I agreed, before adding, "the roads are closed here

Drive safe," he said. "And pay her

After I hung up I pulled back onto the road and headed home, imagining

get my special surprise up north, when I walked into my living room and stopped dead

honey," Mom purred, her tone sultry,

was on all fours on the carpet near the tree, completely wrapped in shiny colourful Christmas wrap...

Mom asked, as my

I froze.

teacher at my school, so I even heard it there. All the time. Of course the other teachers didn't tell me how much they wanted to fuck her, but a couple of times I

the school was large enough that I was never in any of her classes, but she did teach a lot of my

baby," Mom continued, as I stood there, cock hard and thinking very inappropriate thoughts. Which she

told you I hadn't jerked off to the idea many times.... especially when she walked around the house in her nylon-clad feet... which was my fetish (something no girlfriend had worn until I started dating Shannon, who now

wanting Mom to know it was me, as she demanded, "It's been too long Ben, now get over here and try out

I knew I shouldn't.

it

would

What son could?

and slid my cock

in and out of her amazing mouth... only using the first three or four inches as I had no idea how long dad was... and hoped we were of similar girth

I knew this was wrong and it was inevitable that Mom would soon learn I wasn't dad, yet I couldn't stop. Plus, I can't explain it but her mouth had excess wetness to it, as if I were fucking a whirlpool... it was easily the most amazing blow job ever... and truthfully Shannon was very good... and eager... and had

my cock between Mom's lips for a couple minutes, in awe of what was happening and yet unable to completely enjoy it as I

leave (not sure how that would go, but maybe I could get away without her knowing it was me), when she

Fast.

wrapping paper were loud, which was good news as

to make me a quick shooter... of course, add that to the reality I was getting blown by my stroke fantasy mother (her imagined naked image had been front and center in my head almost every time I'd come from beating off

grabbed her head and began fucking her face,