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Honey,” Mom asked at the other end. “Are you coming home this Christmas?”
I looked reluctantly at the phone in my hand. I had no intentions of going home. There could be no better way to ruin a holiday than to go to my hometown, a remote little hill town far off in the north. People say it’s a beautiful place, may be. But in this season, the end of December, when the whole town will be covered under tons of snow and with its sub zero temperature; it does not look like a dream holiday to me. Further, our own house was miles away from town, making it even more remote. I tried to remember the winters, the thunderous snowstorms and the numerous occasions when our whole family was trapped in our house for days before the roads were cleared and we could get a chance to get out of the house and to visit the town. I could never figure out why my parents decided to build their house at such a remote place. Throughout my childhood I dreamt of the day when I would leave that place, never to return. And when I got admission to a college at a far off city, I was the happiest man in the whole universe.
Now my mom was asking me to spend my Christmas holiday with her. The place I left about one and half years ago. No way, I can’t go there; I had already made my decision.
“Honey, are you there?” Mom was anxious. I came out of my reverie.
“I would love to, but,” I did not want to hurt mom so I lied. “You see mom, I’ve already fixed my program with Carla and I can’t say no to her now.”
Mom knew that Carla was my girlfriend. She had met her during her last visit some six months back. What she did not know that we had already parted our ways and I’ve been living alone for the last month.
“I know, you must be having your own engagements,” Mom seemed desperate. “But can’t you come for one day only? You know, your father is also away and he’ll not be here for the next two weeks. I am all alone this Christmas. Why don’t you let me talk to Carla? I’m sure she’ll agree for you to visit me for one day.”
“She is not here right now,” I lied again, “But I know she will not like the idea. You know her nature mom. I am sorry mom; I will not be able to come this time. Perhaps next year…”
“Do you remember, last year you promised me to visit this Christmas.” Mom’s voice was hoarse; perhaps she was crying. “Anyway, if you don’t want to be with your mom, it’s ok, I can’t force you.”
I put the receiver back. But I was not happy. I loved my mother very deeply, and I wanted to be with her. The only difficulty was that I didn’t want to go to that place which I detested so much. I knew that asking mom to come to me wouldn’t work, as she would never leave her home during the holidays. She firmly believed in celebrating the holidays at home with family and friends. I felt pity for her.
I tried to concentrate on my work, but my mind was not into it. I was still thinking about mom, her sad voice still reverberating in my ears. Mom was the only one that mattered to me in my entire family. Ours was a small family – mom, dad, my older sister Carolyn and myself. Carol was two years older than I, and she was now in England with her husband. Though I had very good relationship with my sister, I never felt attached to her the way I felt to my mom.
While growing up in that small hilly town it was mom who was always with me. In my every moment of triumph, every moment of sorrow it was mom who cheered me up and consoled me. She was there when I had my first heartbreak. She was the one who …encouraged me to be a good athlete, an equally good student; she was the one who initially sponsored my admission to college and supported me financially till I was self-sufficient. Dad was never there. He was too busy with his business and with his hunting and booze parties. Mom always had a special place in my life, and it was unbearable for me to see her hurt. I knew she was.
I put down my pen and paper. I realized I couldn’t stick to my earlier decision. It might not be a bad idea to celebrate Christmas with mom. After all, I was alone here and it would be much better to be with mom rather than staying in my big city apartment with no friends around. College was closed for Christmas and most of the students were already gone home. I could very well be back in three days, and then I would be free to celebrate New Year.
Finally, I dialed her number. She responded immediately as if she were still near the phone.
“Mom! It’s me, Ted.” I had to lie again. “I have talked with Carla, and she has agreed. I am coming home on Christmas Eve.”
“Are you?” She was thrilled, her voice resonating with excitement.
“Yeah, mom. But I’ll be there for only one day and in any circumstance I’ll return on the twenty-sixth.”
“I am more than happy son,” Mom’s voice was beaming with delight. “I promise that I won’t ask for anything else. I’ll make arrangement for your journey.”
“Don’t worry mom,” I smiled at her impatience. “I have sufficient money; I’ll reach home by Christmas Eve.”
“I am looking forward for your visit, son.” Mom replied. “I have a nice little surprise for you.”
“I’d love to see it. OK mom, bye.”
“Bye son, I love you.”
“I love you too mom.” I cut the phone.
***
When I reached my hometown on Christmas Eve, it was already snowing. Patches of snowflakes were falling, and I had a gut feeling that the weather would not improve in coming days. The snowfall appeared to be heavy this year, as the whole town seemed to be covered with a thick blanket of snow. I was afraid if the weather deteriorated further, I might not be in a position to return on my planned date.
I got off the bus and took a cab to my house. On the way there everything was covered with heavy snow. The only exception was the roads that were cleaned regularly, but I knew that in case of a very heavy snowfall or an ice storm it would be very difficult to maintain the roads in clean condition, especially roads leading to remote areas away from the town, which are not frequented by many drivers. My house was located in such an area, and it had happened in the past when it had taken more than forty-eight hours before the roads were cleared again. Again, I had a hunch that this year would be the same.
The cab was approaching my house and even from a distance I could see the darkened silhouette of our house against the snowy backdrop, light was coming from its windows. The whole house, the roof and the whole front yard seemed to be buried in a thick fur of snow.
The cab stopped at our driveway. I took my bag, paid the driver and went over to the front door. Before I could push the doorbell, the door flung open. Mom was standing at the door beaming with delight and with her old infectious smile, her eyes wet with happiness. But, there was something else, my mother appeared to be completely changed. She was thinner, much thinner since I last saw her and she looked much younger and prettier.
“Oh, honey.” Mom hugged me and kissed my forehead. “Can’t say how happy I am today. You made my day.”
“Mom!” I couldn’t hide my surprise. “You look so thin, so young, I can’t believe it.”
“That’s the little surprise I was talking about on the phone.” Mom smiled with a bit of pride. “I’ve lost almost thirty pounds in the last six months.”
“That’s great mom. You really look very thin and, I must admit, very beautiful. Dad must be paying special attention to you nowadays.”
“Thanks, Ted.” There was a mild change in her stare, but she immediately controlled herself. “Now lets go inside. I am freezing here.”
She took me inside and locked the main door. The temperature inside the lounge was very comforting and after such a long journey in extreme cold it felt wonderful. Mom led me near the fireplace and asked me to sit on the sofa. I removed my jacket and gloves and sat near the fireplace trying to warm up my frozen limbs.
“It’s very cold outside. Why don’t you relax and I will make a cup of coffee for you.” She walked towards kitchen. “That’s going to make you fine.”
I looked at her swaying buns, tightly clenched in her @jeans. I scanned down her curvy petite body, hardly disguised by her winter clothing. The first thought struck me was how beautiful my Mom has become since I last saw her. My mother must have been very beautiful in her younger days. She is only five two quite in contrast to my dad who stood beyond six one. My father has a very bulky body so she always looked like a tiny sparrow in the shadow of a big bull.
As far as I could remember, mom always stayed thin and always had a great body, beautiful curves, thin waist, beautiful slim legs and tight tiny hips. She was a natural blonde, her hair straight and slightly longer than shoulder length. She always kept it twisted into a beautiful bun, giving her an eternal youthful look. She has hazel eyes, sharp nose and a full-lipped mouth. Armed with an infectious smile, my mom is a warm, friendly, but somewhat shy and introvert person. During the last few years she had put on some weight, but now she was back to her younger self. Mom is forty-one, but now she appeared not more than a woman in her early thirties.
I went to the kitchen, standing at the door again I looked at my beautiful mother. She was busy making coffee, lightly humming a song. She was not a singer but always loved to hum. Again, I stole a look at her tight rump enclosed in her @jeans. I felt a mild stirring between my loins. I tried to recall the various summers when sis and I went for picnic or for swimming with our parents and when mom was in her bikini, I always tried to steal a look of her beautiful body. Every time, after returning home, I felt ashamed of my action, but the next time the same act was repeated again. The stirring between my thighs was suddenly more vigorous. I felt embarrassed from my immodest thoughts. Trying to conceal my hardon I went in the kitchen and sat at the dining table.
Mom heard the sound. She turned around to watch me sitting on the chair. Coffee was ready, and she presented me the steaming mug with her contagious smile. I thanked her and sipped the coffee. It was delicious. I still couldn’t get over the awe-inspiring beauty of my mother, and I had to force myself not to stare at her constantly. On occasions I felt as if she became aware of my excessive interest in her, as sometimes she appeared a to blush a little and embarrassed.
“You look handsome.” She finally broke the ice. “I hope you are still attending a gym regularly.”
“Thanks mom, yes, but I think the workouts are showing more effect on you. You really have changed a lot. You look much prettier.” I blurted out my emotions.
“Thanks.” She was embarrassed as if she had read my thoughts. But, then she changed the topic and we started talking about my childhood, about the things we had shared together, the time we had spent together, about Carol, about dad. Whenever I mentioned dad, I could feel a sense of uneasiness descending upon her as if she were not willing to talk about her husband. Her smile faded slightly. Sensing her reluctance I too did not press it. Finally, I put my empty mug on the table.
“Mom, I am tired. I think I should go early to bed.” I had traveled almost six hundred miles and was feeling dead tired.
“I understand; dinner is almost ready.” She was considerate. “Go and take a warm shower and change your clothes. By the time you finish your dinner, I’ll have your room ready.”
While going to my room I just looked outside a window. The weather had gone from bad to worse. The gentle snowfall had turned into a blizzard. Nothing was visible outside, only the sound of snowstorm echoing through the walls of our house. I again feared that if the snowstorm continued for long it would be virtually impossible for me to return to college as planned. I had seen such bad weather often during my childhood and knew very well what it meant. But, it was now beyond my control and fretting about it wouldn’t solve my problem. So I just tried to forget about the weather and went to my room.
I took my shower and changed my clothes. When I went to the kitchen, dinner was already served. It was the most appetizing dinner since I had left my hometown. Mom was a very good cook, and I always missed her mouth-watering recipes in college. During dinner, our talks were again mostly about my childhood. Mom again deliberately avoided mentioning dad.
“Mom that was great,” I told her after dinner. “You don’t know how much I miss your cooking in college.”
“Thanks honey, I can understand.” Mom was sympathetic, but she knew that she couldn’t help me there. “Your room is ready. But, if you don’t have any problem, we can have a cup of hot chocolate in my bedroom before you go to sleep.”
“Sure mom, I would love to.” I lifted the empty dishes from the table and put them into sink. “I’ll come to your room in a while.”
My room was warm and comforting. Mom has kept my room in tidy condition. I knew the biggest thing my mom hated was untidiness. I still remember her numerous lectures on cleanliness to sis and me, instructions that we never followed. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. Coming back to the room I was about to retire to my bed when I realized mom would be waiting for me.
I went to my parents’ bedroom upstairs. The door was closed so I knocked lightly.
“It’s open honey, you can come inside.”
I opened the door and went inside. The room was dimly lit. Mother’s room was her private possession; she had taken great pains to decorate it the way she liked it. I had never found her room in disorderly condition. She was sitting on her king sized bed. Many a time, while I was growing, I had tried to imagine mom making love with my dad on that bed. My dad’s big bulk could not be accommodated into a smaller size bed.
Mom had also changed her clothes, and now she was in her white nightgown. She looked like an angel from where I was standing. I tried to act normally, but there was nothing I could do to conceal the fact I was immensely enjoying her company.
Mom poured chocolate from a thermos and handed it to me. I sat beside her at the edge of the bed. We talked about our earlier days, about my friends, relatives and whole lot of things. She suggested that I might like to visit some of my old friends. I told her that I might but only if could manage to squeeze some time tomorrow and as I’d come here to visit her, I would rather be with her during my complete stay. She was pleased to hear that. We talked for about half an hour, and during that period I continuously felt that mom is consciously avoiding talking about dad. Under her warm facade of happiness, there was clearly a streak of sadness.
Next time, when mom tried to change the subject after mentioning dad, I could not control my suspicion. “Mom, why aren’t you talking about dad? Is everything all right?”
Mom’s face was suddenly pale as if someone has sucked the blood out of it, and she started crying. I put my arm around her. Mom kept her face on my shoulder and continued crying.
“Please tell me mom,” I let her cry for some time. “What’s the matter, why don’t you tell me?”
She finally turned to me; her eyes wet with tears.
“I didn’t know how to tell you, your dad has a girlfriend.”
“What?” I couldn’t believe what mom was saying. “Girlfriend!”
“Yes Ted, your father is spending the holidays with his girlfriend in Jamaica.” Mom appeared somewhat relieved after telling the truth. “And you know who is his girlfriend, his own secretary, a girl who is even younger than you. To me he said that he was going to France as his supplier wanted him there to discuss business.”
“Are you sure mom? You might have got it wrong.”
“No son, everyone in town knows it. He went to Jamaica with his young whore.” She said in a bitter tone; she must’ve been badly hurt, as I had never heard her using words like this before. “I was perhaps the last person to know about it. Their relationship has been going on for almost a year.”
I didn’t know what to say to her or how to console her. I had seen things like that happening to other families, but I could never imagine that such a thing could take place in my family also. I tried to imagine my father touring Jamaica and sleeping with a girl too young to be his daughter. I didn’t know how to react to the information. I never had a feeling for my dad. My girlfriend Carla also left me for a man twice her age, but had the just right qualification, a lot of money, which I didn’t. I knew how it feels to be ditched from someone you love. I felt very bad for my mother, and I really wanted to comfort her.
I finally said to her, “Mom, I don’t know what father thinks about you, but I just want to tell you that for me, you are the most wonderful and the most beautiful woman in the world and I am lucky that you’re my mom.”
Mom smiled sadly; her eyes still filled with tears. She was sobbing lightly, but she paid attention to what I said to her. She looked intently into my eyes. She raised her face to me, her soft quivering lips inches away from my lips, her hot breath burning my lower lip.
I didn’t know what came over me as I lowered my head and kissed her full on the lips. I was expecting an immediate repulsion from her but nothing of that sort happened. She didn’t pull her face back, instead she put her arms around my shoulder and pulled my lips into hers making it a complete kiss. I moved my arms around her and grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to me. I moved my tongue between her lips, and she let it in and started sucking it. The effect was maddening; I could feel my cock hardening within the confines of my underwear.
Encouraged, I moved one hand to her leg and lightly stroked it. Mom was too engrossed in our kiss to notice that my hand was slowly moving under her nightgown towards her thighs. My palm felt her leg, her calf and her knee. I stopped my hand at her naked thigh and felt its warmth. I was expecting that anytime now mom would break the kiss and remove my hand from her naked thigh. But, there was no such response, either she was too ignorant or she also wanted me to continue.
Taking it as a positive sign I gently forced my hand between her thighs, softly putting my wildly trembling hand over her mound of Venus hidden beneath her soft cotton panties. My heart was pounding violently in my chest, and my mind was whirling with excitement. Passionately I felt the supple mound, the slit between the soft fold. My cock was out of control, trying to break the barriers of my briefs. My mouth was dry. My mom, oblivious of everything, was still clinging to me, sucking my tongue ardently. I slipped my hand further inside her panties and cupped her cunt, my palm feeling her soft bush, my fingers slowly probing her moist opening.
I ran my index finger along the length of her moist slit for a few times, enjoying the soft emanating warmth, and then slowly, I inserted it inside her cunt. I felt a gentle reaction from her body and I could comprehend that mom was not oblivious of my movements. Her hot cunt clung around my poking finger. I inserted another finger inside her cunt and started moving them in and out of her heavenly opening. Her cunt was responding positively, and every stroke of my fingers was making her wetter and wetter. I don’t know how long our kiss continued as my fingers kept moving in and out of her cunt. Finally, we broke the kiss, but I didn’t let her go out of my arms.
“Oh, Mom,” I was breathing heavily. “You’re just so beautiful, very beautiful.” I put my mouth on hers forcing my tongue inside her warm mouth and sort of lifted her small frame above the bed; my hand slowly pulling her panties away from her waist and down thighs, finally pulling it out of her leg. I put my fingers back inside her pussy. I looked into my mother’s eyes, they were still wet from tears; otherwise she appeared calm. But, I could feel that her coldness was a false pretence and underneath her serene composure a wild fire was burning.
was now positive that Mom was enjoying what we were doing, and she wanted more. Forcefully, I had to restrain my cock from shooting its load inside my underwear. Mom wanted me inside her and she was ready for me. I knew she was!
I leisurely broke the kiss again. The time was ripe. My mother was ready for a nice fuck. I helped her lie down on the bed and gradually moved her nightgown towards her belly. Little by little her soft flesh was exposed to my hungry eyes and gradually her beautiful cunt was opened before my eyes, a little hot cunt between those creamy thighs, thickly covered with blonde fur. I lustfully gazed at my mother’s beautiful cunt, its soft thick lips, its soft dense curly blonde hair and its soft moist opening, looking at me in a most tempting manner.
I looked at mom, her eyes were closed and she seemed to be dazed. I didn’t know what she was expecting next. But, I wasn’t interested in any preliminaries, no licking, no sucking; I just wanted to be inside that sweet looking pussy. I just wanted to feel the soft muscles of my mother’s cunt squeezing and sucking my solid shaft.
Without further delay I removed my shorts and underwear. Once free from the restraints of my briefs, my rigid cock sprang to life. Jetting from my thick, curly pubic hair, my cock was hungrily gazing at my mother’s delicious cunt, ready to explore those divine depths hidden behind a mask of thick blonde hair.
I grabbed my cock in my hand and guided its mushroomed head to her lascivious opening. As my cock head touched her outer pussy lips, I became aware of a gentle twitching in those rose petals opening up slowly to accept my invading organ. My cock was throbbing furiously, as it pressed against that most treasured pussy of my entire sex life. Gradually, I eased my cock head inside my mother’s hot pussy.
She was tight, very tight; it could have been caused by lack of foreplay or her lack of practice for long. Very gently, I pushed my cock deeper and deeper into that soft, narrow, clinging passage. My cock could feel her slippery wetness while moving inside those warm depths. Soon, the complete length of my cock was buried inside her pussy and my balls were pressed against the crack of her ass. My black curls were interlocked with her soft blonde ones.
It was euphoric to feel my fortunate cock being hugged in a most delightful manner by my own mother’s tight pussy. I slowly eased myself comfortably between her open thighs and started a rhythmic in and out motion. I leaned over her body and put my hot lips back to her parted moist lips; again inserting my tongue inside her hot mouth. She started sucking keenly, then raised her lower abdomen slightly up to meet my approaching cock. Mom was slowly beginning to respond to my thrusting. I began to fuck her in a more rhythmic way; pulling my throbbing cock out of her tight cunt and then slowly sliding it back in.
Mom’s responses were more avid now. She became wetter and better lubricated as I fucked. She was moaning lightly with my every plunge indicating her state of extreme physical and emotional pleasure. She was now lifting her hips with my every down thrust to help me reach her innermost depths. She was trying to meet my rhythmic humping in most adept manner, lifting her ass with my down stroke and then lowering her ass with my out moving cock. Suddenly, she put her legs across my back, clutching my ass. Our bodies were one now, moving up together and moving down together. Mom’s wetness was now overflowing out of her cunt wetting our pubic hairs.
Soon mom started moving her ass harder and faster urging me to speed up the pace. I obliged her by increasing my tempo, pumping harder and faster into her dripping pussy. My cock was on fire, savoring every inch of delightful pussy that it was pounding. I was sure that Mom was rapidly reaching her orgasm. Her belly began humping harder; her vocal chords now emitting non stop muffled groans. My peak was not far either and with every thrust I too was grunting hard. I could hear the snowstorm raging outside our house and could feel another storm building right inside my balls.
At last, Mom gave a short scream, and her body stiffened up completely, her back arched and her hips in the air, her legs clutching my back tightly. She was trembling violently, and I could feel her pussy muscles shuddering and involuntarily releasing and gripping my cock. I could no longer control the tremendous pressure building within my balls. I plunged forward ramming my cock deep into her quivering cunt and spurt after spurt I released my hot seed into her receptive depths.
Finally my balls were empty. I had never come in such abundance, my cock juice filled her depths and the overflow was slowly moving through our mating bushes and to the bed down below. The storm was still raging outside, but the storm inside us had subsided, though temporarily. Finally, I collapsed over my mother’s body
I was feeling very tired, perhaps due to the combined effect of the long journey and then the rigorous love session with my mom. I closed my eyes and rested my head at her side, my cock still inside her pussy. I didn’t remember when I fell asleep and was only able to recall that my mother was trying to move my body away from her and a mild plop sound as my flaccid cock moved out of her cunt.
To be continued…..
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