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  Taboo Christmas

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  The characters and events in this book are fictitious, and any simulators to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  Contents

  STORY 1

  STORY 2

  STORY 3

  STORY 4

  STORY 5

  STORY 6

  STORY 7

  STORY 8

  STORY 9

  STORY 10

  STORY 11

  STORY 12

  STORY 1

  A few days before Christmas I was in my stepmom's bedroom snooping for presents. It was a childish thing to do, especially since I was a freshman in college. Honestly, I couldn't help myself. I'd done this ever since I was a kid.

  Mom was sneakier with her hiding places every year, so I couldn't find any of my gifts. However, in the bottom of her closet, I came across an unmarked manila envelope. It didn't look like a present, but curiosity got the better of me.

  I opened it up.

  Inside were glossy pictures of Mom dressed in a Christmas elf costume. The shots were high-quality, so they must have been taken by a professional photographer.

  At first I thought they were from her modeling days, when she was in her twenties. But the date on the back showed that they were taken a week earlier. Damn, Mom looked fantastic for her age. I'd never seen shots of her that looked quite like this. For starters, she was making sexy, pouty faces. She was also revealing lots of cleavage.

  With each new photo, Mom was wearing less and less. Suddenly her elf costume was gone, and she was dressed in nothing but a bra and panties. I should have stopped looking right then, but my heart was pounding in my chest. I couldn't tear my eyes away.

  In the next shot, her bra was off. Her swollen breasts were covered by her cupped hands.

  Then her hands were gone!

  Her tits were so full, so luscious. Her hard, pink nipples stood out like a pair of eraser heads. I didn't know what shocked me more: that Mom was taking topless photos, or that I was getting a massive boner looking at her.

  I should have put everything back in the envelope and pretended I'd never found the package. But I couldn't help myself; I kept flipping. Suddenly I was staring at my beautiful, naked mother as she posed on all fours with her ass to the camera. Her hands reached behind to spread her pussy wide. I could see everything. Her smooth hairless lips, the nub of her clit, her puckered brown hole. Nothing was left to the imagination.

  I don't know how long I sat there, rock-hard and slack-jawed, as I stared at Mom's gorgeous cunt. All I know is that I was stirred from my stupor by the sound of someone clearing their throat behind me.

  I spun around to find Mom standing in the doorway. I stammered some kind of lame excuse and tried to hide the photos behind my back.

  Instead of freaking out, Mom's response was surprisingly casual. "So, what do you think?" she asked.

  "W-what do you mean?"

  "The photos. They're pretty good, aren't they?"

  I couldn't believe she wasn't upset. In fact, I was so thrown by her total lack of anger that I blurted out: "They're the hottest pictures I've ever seen. I could seriously jerk-off to these for the rest of my life."

  Her face turned red. I don't think she expected me to say something so revealing. To be honest, I couldn't believe I'd uttered those words myself.

  "Well ... thank you honey," she said, regaining her composure. "That's sweet of you to say. I'm flattered."

  "What are these for?" I asked. "Did you make them for Dad?"

  Mom shook her head and explained that she ran an erotic photo business on the side. She made a lot of money in the process.

  "Can I keep one?" I begged.

  "Sorry, honey, these are for a client." She took the stack from my hand and put them back into the envelope.

  I couldn't get the image of my Mom's naked body out of my mind. I wandered around half-hard for the rest of the day. That evening, as I climbed into bed, I discovered something tucked under my pillow: a manila envelope!

  The note on the front read: "An early Christmas present from Santa." I tore the package open to find a picture of Mom. It wasn't from the set I'd already seen, so it must have been from another shoot.

  I wasn't disappointed.

  Mom was lying in bed with her legs spread wide. Her tongue was out, licking her cherry red lips. She had a slutty, come-hither expression on her face. Two fingers were shoved into her dripping cunt, and two fingers were shoved deep into her asshole.

  There was a Post-it note in the bottom corner. "Hope you like this one, honey. All my love, Mom."

  I knew I was going to cum hard that night. I also knew that I had to get Mom an extra special gift for Christmas this year, to thank her.

  The next day, when she was out at work, I snuck back into her bedroom. I went through her underwear drawer, looking at labels to determine her bra and panty sizes. (I confess; I also pressed my nose to the crotch of her panties, hoping to catch a whiff of her pussy.)

  The rest of my morning was spent online, searching for the sexiest Christmas lingerie I could find. If I got her something hot enough, maybe she'd take the hint pose for my very own erotic photo set.

  When the underwear arrived, I carefully wrapped it and tucked it under her pillow, just like she'd done for me. There was no way in hell I was putting something like that under the Christmas tree. Dad would freak out if he knew I was buying Mom lingerie.

  *

  When I was younger, I'd be up at the crack of dawn on Christmas morning, eager to open my presents. Now that I was older, everyone slept in, and we didn't gather in the living room until nine or ten o'clock.

  It was still dark when I heard my bedroom door creak open.

  "Morning, honey," Mom whispered.

  I grunted beneath the covers, still half asleep. "What time is it?"

  "Time to wake up."

  I looked over at my clock. It was six in the morning. "Jesus, Mom, it's kind of early isn't it? I want to sleep."

  She leaned over me, and reached for my bedside lamp. "Merry Christmas!" she said as the light came on.

  I squinted against the brightness. When I was able to open my eyes I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Mom's huge tits hung above me, practically overflowing from the skimpy red lingerie I'd bought her.

  "Holy shit, Mom!"

  She smiled and gave her shoulders a little wiggle, making her heavy breasts sway in the lace cups. The fabric could barely contain her.

  "I can't believe you're wearing that!" I gasped.

  "What kind of a mother would I be if I didn't give my son what he wanted for Christmas?"

  "What are you talking about?" I said, trying to sound innocent. "I bought that for you, not for me."

  She gave me a coy smile and adjusted the Santa Claus hat she wore. "You can't fool your old Mom. I know you wanted to see me dressed like this. Well, here I am!" She did a twirl beside my bed so I could see her from all angles. My cock lurched in my boxers as I caught an all-too-brief glimpse of her bare ass in the festive red thong.

  "Mom, you look amazing!"

  "Thank you sweetie, you certainly have good taste in lingerie."

  "I hope you're going to wear that all day," I said.

  "Well—" she leaned over me, her tits were tantalizingly close to my face. "That all depends."

  "On what?"

  "On whether you've been naughty or nice this year."

  "I've been nice!" I exclaimed. "I've been totally nice!"

  She put her hands on her hips. "Oh really? Santa Mom isn't
so sure about that. Do good boys want their mothers to dress in slutty outfits?"

  "Okay," I admitted. "Maybe I've been a tiny bit naughty."

  "Oh?" she said, with a teasing smile, "so you're changing your answer now, are you? As I said, Mommy will only wear this outfit for good boys."

  "What will you do if I've been naughty?" I asked.

  She shrugged. "I guess I'll have to take everything off right now, and punish you ... by not wearing anything at all."

  "Mom, I've been a naughty boy! One hundred percent bad!"

  "I thought you might say that." She sat on the edge of my bed. I could feel her hip press against my leg through the blanket. "Now before you receive your punishment, there's something I have to ask you."

  "What's that?"

  "Why did you buy this for me? After all, I'm your mother. And this outfit reveals a lot of my body. Some people might say it's inappropriate."

  "I swear, Mom, I bought it for your photo business. So you could model it for your clients."

  She raised a suspicious eyebrow. "Really? Is that all?"

  I could feel my face turn red. I couldn't lie to my own mother. "And ... and I was kind of hoping you might do a photo shoot for me too."

  "So you're saying this outfit is actually a gift for yourself?"

  "Yeah, I suppose it is," I said, lowering my eyes in shame.

  "Well, if that's the case, then technically speaking, Mommy is your present. So..."

  "So?"

  "So, what are you waiting for, baby? Don't you want to unwrap your gift?"

  I began to stutter and stammer. "Mom, no, you don't understand. I only meant—"

  She rolled her eyes. "C'mon baby, don't get all shy on me. I saw the way you were looking at my photos the other day. I'm sure you'd rather see the real thing than a boring old picture, wouldn't you?"

  "Hell yeah!"

  "Of course, the real question is: why would a son want to see his mother naked in the first place?"

  "Because I want to fuck you," I blurted. I covered my mouth with my hands, unable to believe what I'd just said. I'd been so distracted by Mom's appearance—by the warmth of her hip against mine, by the swell of her cleavage—that I wasn't thinking straight.

  Mom's eyes went wide. "Wow, you certainly don't mince words, do you."

  "Mom, I'm so sorry! I can't believe I said that!"

  She reached out to stroke my cheek. "Aw, honey, you don't have to apologize. At my age it's flattering to hear someone still finds me sexually attractive. Even if that someone is my own son."

  "I couldn't help it," I said. "You're so beautiful and you have such an amazing body. There are girls at college who don't look as hot as you."

  Now it was Mom's turn to get bashful. "I certainly can't argue with that." She put her hand on my thigh, mere inches from my throbbing cock. "This is some pretty risky territory we're entering here. Are you sure that I'm the gift you want for Christmas?"

  "I'm positive!"

  She leaned close. I could feel the heat radiating off her body. Her breasts practically nuzzled my nose. "Then maybe it's time you unwrapped me."

  "A-are you sure?"

  "Positive," she said with a husky whisper.

  I reached up and tugged at Mom's shoulder straps. I couldn't believe I was doing this. My thumbs brushed the tops of her swollen breasts. Her flesh felt so soft, so warm. I pulled back the lacy cups, letting her tits tumble free.

  "Oh, God! Oh, Mom!"

  I held her in my hands, marveling at how voluptuous she was. Before I realized what I was doing, I began to kiss her luscious mounds. Mom groaned as I flicked my tongue back and forth across her nipples. Her chest flushed.

  "That's it baby, suck Mommy's titties. That feels so good. So good!"

  I could have happily suckled her breasts all day, but after a few minutes she pulled away and climbed onto my bed.

  "You've got more unwrapping to do," she said, and turned around on all fours with her ass facing me.

  The strip of her red thong was scarcely wider than a piece of dental floss. It vanished between the crack of her buttocks. The puffy lips of her vulva bulged from either side of the narrow gusset.

  I grabbed fistfuls of Mom's cheeks, massaging her, and pulling her apart. Her jiggly ass was so spankable.

  "You like Mommy's butt, don't you?"

  "I love it!"

  "Then help me out of these panties so you can play with it properly."

  I curled my fingers around her waistband and tugged the lingerie over her hips. With a wiggle she squirmed free, kicking the flimsy fabric across the room.

  I spread her apart, drinking in the sight of her puckered anus and the lips of her pussy.

  She looked at me over her shoulder and said, "You're seeing parts of your mother that no son should ever see."

  "I know, Mom. I still can't believe you're letting me do this."

  "You're so cute," she said with a giggle, and turned around to face me, so that her knees straddled my legs. "Now that you've unwrapped your gift, I think it's time I unwrapped mine."

  She pulled down the sheets, exposing the embarrassing bulge that tented my boxer briefs.

  "If the size of this package is any indication," she said, stroking me, "I think there's a substantial gift waiting for me."

  "Oh, Mom," I moaned.

  She tugged at my waistband, and my cock lurched free, as if spring-loaded.

  "Wow," she said, grasping my shaft with both hands. "You've grown so big, baby." Her breasts pressed against my legs as she lowered her head to my groin. "What a beautiful cock you have," she said, kissing my shaft, up and down.

  "Mom! What are you doing!"

  "Christmas is all about giving and receiving," she said, pausing to swirl her tongue across the sensitive flesh below the opening of my cock. "And right now, you're about to receive something extra special."

  She gave me a wink, licked her pouty lips, and swallowed my spongy head whole. I groaned beneath her, feeling myself grow harder on her tongue. I could see the outline of my shaft against the inside of her cheek as she pumped me in and out of her mouth. All I could hear were slurping noises as she shoved me deeper and deeper into her throat. With a soft plop she pulled me free and rubbed my pink head across her lips and over her cheek.

  "Where did you get such a huge cock?" she gasped. "You certainly didn't inherit that from your father. You're hung like a horse."

  Her mouth descended once more. She began to moan as she pushed her face closer and closer to my crotch. Saliva streamed from her lips, spilling over her eager fingers as she continued to pound my cock. I could see the bulge of my meat making her throat swell. She seemed determined to take every last inch of me.

  "That's right, Mom. Suck me. Keep sucking your baby boy." A white hot heat filled my belly. I felt my balls rise up. I was so turned on that my own mother was sucking me off that I was on the edge of blowing.

  "Oh God," I whispered. "I'm gonna cum, Mom ... I'm gonna cum!"

  She looked me straight in the eye and began sucking and tugging with renewed vigor. Her head bobbed frantically.

  Every muscle in my body tensed. I gritted my teeth and arched my back. The sound that escaped my lips was an animal cry.

  Mom made a choking noise as my first blast exploded in her mouth. She kept her lips clamped tight and continued to suck and stroke, but there was too much of me. Cum spilled from her lips and drenched my shaft. She had to pull her head away.

  I spurted like a geyser, splashing jets of creamy seed across her cheeks and down her neck. Blast after endless blast shot from my cock. Her chest and breasts were coated. Rivulets of my sperm dripped from her nipples. I slumped back against the pillows, spent.

  "Mom ... I love you," I gasped. "I love you so much."

  "I love you too, honey," she said, wiping her frosted face on the back of her hand. "Especially since there's so much of you to love."

  She kept herself busy scooping my spilled seed from her body and slurping it down. She
was intent on devouring every last drop.

  When she was done, she leaned back. There was a big wet patch on the sheet beneath her. "Look how excited you made Mommy," she said, reaching between her legs to rub her glazed slit. "I don't think I've been this horny in my whole life."

  I was mesmerized by the sight of my mother's dripping cunt.

  "Come here, baby," she said, leaning back and spreading her legs wide. "Put your head next to Mommy's pussy." I crawled forward until Mom's crotch was under my nose. Her sweet, musky aroma overwhelmed my senses.

  She reached down to stroke my face. There was a look of dreamy anticipation in her eyes. "This pussy is all for you, baby. A feast for you to enjoy."

  I traced a finger along her wet slit, exploring her folds and crevices. Mom shivered beneath my gentle touch. It didn't take long before my fingers were slick with her cream. I touched her juices to my lips. "Mom, you taste amazing!"

  "Here, let me have a try." She took my hand in hers and raised it to her lips. Her tongue swirled around my knuckles, and she noisily sucked every bit of herself from my fingers.

  "Mmm, you're right," she said with a contented sigh. "I do taste delicious."

  I wanted more of her cream, so I lowered my face to her slit. My mouth began to probe where my fingers left off. I felt Mom's hand against the back of my head, pulling and guiding me. My nose bumped against the underside of her clit as I lapped at the entrance to her wet tunnel.

  "Oh sweetie, where did you learn to eat pussy like that?" she said, as her buttocks squirmed beneath me.

  I didn't stop to tell her that I'd learned lots of new things during my first year in college.

  She arched her back and groaned as I spread her apart and slid two fingers into her hot hole. I could feel her inner passage yawn open to accept me as I shoved deep. Curling upwards, I caressed her from the inside.

  "Lick my clit, baby," she begged. "Mommy wants you to lick her clit."

  I flicked my tongue in slow circles around her little pink nub, coming close, but never quite touching it.

  "Stop teasing me," she whimpered. "Put it in your mouth!"

  A steady stream of arousal spilled from her pussy. Her hands were like claws in my hair. Her breath came in heaving gasps. I waited until she was almost insane from desire before I pressed my lips to her hairless mound. With pulsing sucks, I made her clit extend and retract from its hood.