The day before Christmas

December 24th

♬I just want you for my own♬

“I’m not going to win,” Charlie muttered when he got up that morning, listening to his mother sing. “And even if I win, there’s no way we’ll actually go. And even if we go there’s no way...”

“Good morning sunshine!” his mother walked into the kitchen. Charlie sputtered when he saw what she had on: her flimsy, almost see-through, nightgown he’d seen last night that went just over her luscious ass and an apron. He almost had a stroke when she bent over to get something from one of the lower kitchen cabinets and treated him to the sight of her thong-clad matronly ass.

“Go..good morning,” he responded, almost **** on his orange juice.

“You alright, baby?” She turned around, a concerned look on her face. She leaned over the table towards him, his eyes immediately zooming in on her cleavage.

“Ye...yeah. Just went down the wrong hole.”

She giggled, before turning around and starting breakfast preparations. “So, what are you going to do all day?”

“Wait for you to get home” He said, grinning.

“That is almost sickly sweet,” His mother said, putting a stack of pancakes in front of him and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Be careful or I might just start believing your father about you being a momma's boy”

“Would that be so bad?”

His mother laughed. “Not as far as I’m concerned. As long as I get grand-kids at some point, I’m happy.” She winked at him. “But seriously, I suppose I can’t fault you for lazing around all day, with all the hours you’ve been putting in at work. But knowing you, you'll work on something else. Just promise me you’ll relax some, all right?”

“Promise, Mom.”

“All right, I should be home before 5. Have fun all day!”

Charlie waved as his mom took the car to work. After clearing the table, the first thing he needed to do was get rid of his mother-induced boner. His mouse hovered over the folder containing the album pictures of his mother he'd discovered the day before. "No, let’s be normal," he muttered, opening Sexhub. "Why is every single one of the recommended videos a mother-son roleplay video…?" he said, looking at the screen. "Guess the algorithm really knows me… but I don’t watch that much **** porn… right? I usually go here to try to look at something else…"

He shook his head. “Well, I’m the only one on this IP address who visits the site so it must be me.” After scrolling a bit he found a video of a MILF he’d always enjoyed, who he knew didn’t do ****-themed stuff. Only to find out that… now she did. And it wasn’t just roleplay, this was shot in an Oedipal Zone!

Charlie watched, his cock throbbing as the mother and son couple explained their relationship after moving to the OZ before performing one of the most loving sex scenes he’d seen on film. This wasn’t fucking. This was making love.

“Holy…”

Charlie was mesmerized the entire video. After it was finished he scrolled through the rest of their upload list seeing that the mother became a bit heavier as time passed. “No way…” He clicked.

“You heard it here first, superfans! Jessica Stone, my mother, is pregnant! And yes, tests confirm it’s mine. Though, given the amount of jizz I’ve pumped into her over the past months, whose else could it be?” Jessica gave him a playful punch on the shoulder, giving him a very motherly look of disapproval.” Jason, her son, just laughed. “But don’t worry, we’re going to keep content coming as much as possible."

“That’s right,” Jessica said, nuzzling her son. “I told him there’s no way I’m letting my fans down. Especially after I heard a rumor that giving blowjobs and swallowing the cum of the father is good for the pregnancy.”

Charlie looked on in awe as Jessica sank to her knees and started fellating her son....who was going to be the father of the child growing inside of her! Unbidden, an image rose in his mind of his own mother with a swollen belly, her words earlier ringing in his ears. As long as I get grand-kids I'm happy.

He paused the video and opened the folder, finding the picture he was looking for. A picture of his topless mother, on her knees and smiling for the camera. He came in seconds.

Charlie spent a large part of the day decorating. He wanted to have everything looking good for when his mom arrived. This close to Christmas, trees were pretty cheap. Decorations as well. ‘Everything must go!’ He was just about finished when his phone dinged. It was an e-mail from the Metrokoites raffle.

Dear Mr. Garcia,

**Unfortunately you have not won our grand prize of a week’s stay at our luxury resort hotel. We hope you will nevertheless join us for our New Years display and offer a voucher for a free meal on New Year’s and our fireworks show.**

**Wishing you the best,**

**Lora Green, Manager**

“Figures” Charlie said, sighing. “Was just a pipe dream anyway.”

♬More than you could ever know♬

His mother sang as she entered the house. “That song is still stuck in her head, huh?” Charlie said to himself, humming along.

“Oh wow!” Gabriella said as she dropped her bag. “You even got us a tree!” She flung her hands around her son and hugged him close. “Don’t tell me you spent your entire Christmas bonus on this”

Charlie laughed. “No, don’t worry about it, Mom. I got all of this dirt cheap. Really.”

Gabriella gave him a quick kiss, looking upwards. "Mistletoe. Smooth, mister. Who were you really expecting?"

Charlie was stunned for a moment, still feeling his mother’s lips on his. “Uh… just you?”

Gabriella giggled.

“Maybe not that smooth then.” She darted into the room. “But now I feel bad, you’ve gone to all this trouble…”

Charlie shrugged. “What else was I going to do all day?”

“Relax. Like I told you to!” His mother scolded him playfully. “But that’s not what I mean. I mean we won’t be here for Christmas.” Charlie looked at her, confused. “I...uhm, entered a raffle for a free trip. And we won!”

“A… raffle.”

“Yeah, it was the strangest thing. There was a pop-up out of nowhere. I usually just dismiss them but it felt legitimate for some reason. Anyway, I filled it out and we leave tonight. So pack your bags. They’re even sending a car to pick us up! It’s only an hour drive or so.”

“What uhm… what was the name of the place…?”

“Metrokoites.” Gabriella smiled at Charlie as he felt his knees weakening.