Queen's River Stories: All I want for Christmas

December 23rd

♬I don’t want a lot for Christmas♬

Gabriella hummed the song as she stood outside of their new apartment. Charlie smiled; she hadn’t done that in awhile.

“Here, take the car.” Gabriella tossed her son the keys. “Try to keep as little as possible from the storage unit, all right? We’re dumping the rest. There’s just no room and I’m not paying for that unit forever.”

Because we can’t afford to, Charlie thought silently. The divorce had been amicable enough; he didn’t really resent his father. But they hadn’t exactly been rich before and now… He watched his mother walk back into their new apartment. "New city new start," she’d said, having gotten a job offer here.

His eyes fixed on his mother’s ample ass he shook his head as the door closed behind her. He wasn’t angry at his father. He just… didn’t understand him. To be married to that and walk away? If his father just wanted some variety, that’s what free use was for, right? Charlie had noticed a decline in their sex life over the past few years, though it wasn’t until after he’d turned 18 and lost his virginity that his, well, obsession really started. Before that he’d seen Gabriella as 'Mom'. After that… he still saw her as his mom, but also as this absolutely stunning woman. A mature curvy beauty with long curly hair that framed her face. Her few wrinkles accentuated her look rather than detracting, especially when she laughed. Her glasses providing a finishing touch, like a hot librarian.

Yup, he had a crush on his mom. He laughed to himself. A whole city filled with free use opportunities and instead he daydreamed about his mommy. He shook his head. “I just need to find a milf to work out some of this and I’ll be fine,” he told himself. Of course he’d tried that before. He didn’t think there was a MILF left in his old neighbourhood he hadn’t slept with, but still his thoughts returned to his mother. Memories of her in a bikini, or bending over while wearing jeans that didn’t quite fit anymore fueled every last one of his masturbatory fantasies.

She hadn’t laughed a lot lately. Charlie imagined that’s why she had him clean out the storage unit. She couldn’t bring herself to do it. Charlie was determined to put on a good face for her. No need for her to know how much he hated to move, especially to their new, crummy apartment. No need for her to know how bummed he was that this was going to be their Christmas. He was putting away money from his part-time job so they’d at least have a decent tree. No matter what, he wanted her to have the Christmas she deserved.

“Last day, Charlie.” the manager said as he pulled into the storage unit lot. “I’ll need keys or cash by five.”

“Yeah I know. I’m here to clean it out.” The man nodded and went back to his magazine.

Charlie opened up the locker and got to work creating piles. Keep and toss. Old report cards? Toss. Broken discman? Toss. Set of tea mugs? Keep. “So this is where they went,” Charlie muttered. Old photo album? Keep. Wait… photo album? I was sure we had all of those already.

There was an old lock on the album. “Broken… probably happened during the move. Anything we couldn’t stash in the apartment right away we just tossed in here.” The front read ‘S ♥ G’ “Steven hearts Gabriella,” he muttered. “Maybe of their wedding or when they were dating?”

Charlie smiled as he leafed through the first few pages. His parents had been very young and, judging from the pictures, very much in love. Then his heart stopped. He quickly looked through the rest of the book. Spaced throughout the album were pictures of his mom in various stages of undress. Some topless, some with lingerie, some striking very provocative pictures. “This was last year, when we went camping,” he said, not quite believing his eyes. “When did they even take this?”

There was his mother, just the year before, wearing nothing but panties and a smile, showing her massive breasts proudly to the camera. Charlies cock strained against his pants. It took every ounce of his willpower not to jerk off right there and then.

He took a deep breath. He went through every page carefully, capturing the pictures with his phone. He then very carefully placed the album in the keep pile.

♬There is just one thing I need♬

Charlie smiled as he got back, hearing his mother sing. Maybe she wouldn’t win any contests but to him, her singing voice was beautiful. Maybe this means she’s snapping out of her funk. "I'm home!"

He put down a big box of things he’d chosen to keep from the storage unit. Everything else had been thrown in the trash. His mother smiled as she walked up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, hugging him. He felt his cheeks burning as her breasts were pressed up to him and he breathed in her perfume.

“Thank you,” she said. “I just… wasn’t up to it.”

“I get it, Mom. Don’t worry about it.” Charlie shuffled awkwardly, trying to hide his burgeoning erection. The pictures, coupled with his mother's warmth, were proving too much for him. He disentangled himself from her arms. “I’ve put everything on the table, you can....uhm...grab what you want and I’ll put the rest away.”

She smiled. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I’ll be in my room!” He hollered, walking awkwardly.

He shut the door behind him, dropped his pants and got behind his computer, uploading the pictures. His cock just about burst as he started jerking off. His favourites were the most recent ones. He thought his mother had always been beautiful, but the years had lent her a maturity that he found appealing. He grunted. “Or it’s just that this is how you know her best: as Mom”. He came, the biggest load he’d had in ages, spurting all over, with his eyes fixed on his mothers smile as she showed off her assets for the camera.

He sighed, sitting there for a moment before cleaning up. “What am I doing?… it’s not as if I live in an OZ. it’s not as if she’d want to…” He shook his head. He’d need to be careful not to become too obsessed with his fantasy. He scrolled through the internet. “What I need is some other types porn. Hot teens or something…” His eyes stuck to an ad.

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Charlie found himself clicking on the link as if in a fugue state, and filling in the details. “It’s not like I’ll win… right?”