Christmas with My Love

"That was along time ago and all over now," he said twisting the newspapers and shoving the deep into the fireplace, hoping she'd drop this shit. It was all in the past and he did not want to venture down that road again.

"Well, after you're done with this," she paused to watch his strong arms piling up the wood, thinking of him and the way he used to hold her so close. "It'll be like before. You'll be telling me what to wear and I'll obey," she said in her softest voice, watching him concentrate on the fire, hoping he was thinking of her.

'Fuck!' he screamed to himself, knowing it was a bad idea. He loved fucking around with her, but it was wrong then and would be now. "I'm not sure about that. I might just pass on it," he replied looking up to see a sad look quickly cover her beautiful face, but he didn't care. He needed to stay away from her, even if it hurt her feelings.

"Oh come on," she begged, hoping he'd change his mind. She'd kept everything so nice and put away so all the clothes would stay the way he remembered them, but now, he was refusing her offer. "Maybe after we have some wine and we smoke your pot," she added in a more cheerful voice, hoping that he'd loosen up after that and want to see what all she still had.

"We'll see, but...don't hold your breath," he said blowing under the small fire, watching it grow higher, hoping like hell he could keep his hands off this sexy woman, but he knew it was going to be so hard to do. If she changed into one of her old outfits, he knew he'd never be able to resist her. He never could.

"Wanta see my new computer?" she quickly asked, hoping to change the subject and get his mind on something else.

"Sure!" he said getting off the floor and stood up. "I'll make sure it's all set up right. Those things come with all kinds of cool settings and things, but they don't tell you how to do it," he said knowing she was a master at planning seductions and figured he'd end into one of her traps anyhow.

"It's in the den," she said tilting her head slightly to the side and smiled. "Follow me," she whispered, remembering he loved her talking as low as she could. He always said that it made her the 'sexiest' woman alive.

'You little bitch! You didn't forget anything!' he thought watching her turn, seeing her delicate hipbones and how much he loved laying his head on them, smelling her arousal. "What brand do you have?" he asked watching her small ass wiggling in the jeans with each delicate step she took. She knew how to turn a man on, even with a simple walk across a room, a slight touch of her hand or a warm smile, she was a master.

"It's an HP. They told me that it was the best one," she said leading the way across the house, knowing his eyes were glued to her tiny, wiggling butt and she made damn sure to put a bit more sway in her walk.

'You fucking tease!' he laughed to himself, feeling his cock swelling with blood. Sure it felt good to be hard and he loved seeing her teasing ass, but he wasn't ready to go down the road she wanted. 'How and the hell am I going to get through this?' he asked himself enjoying each small wiggle and sway of her tempting hips and very sexy ass.

"That's a good brand," he replied watching her ass, wondering if she kept that small black skirt he loved seeing her in or, that fucking white bikini she drove him nuts with.

She opened the door, turned on the lights and pointed to the giant desk. "Have at it!" she smiled knowing he'd make sure the computer was in tip, top shape. He always made sure she was taken care of.

He tried not looking into her soft, blue eyes, but it was hard not too. They were like a warm summer day, when the sky is so clear and warm. He sat down with her standing behind him. He started clicking and explaining what all he was doing, hoping she'd remember some of it.

"Well, that should take care of you," he smiled, feeling her leaning closer, until she rested her head on his shoulder. 'Oh shit!' he thought as her soft, seductive perfume slowly drifted up his nose, making him start to grow again. "Would you like to see Joanne?" he asked, turning to her, watching a puzzled look fill her pretty face. "I have this really cool service; I can use my computer from anywhere I'm at," he said clicking a few more things and within a few seconds, he was in his computer. "Don't laugh too hard."

She stood behind him, dying to wrap her arms around him and hug, but she could wait until later and do this right. "I'd love to see her," she lied. She didn't have any desire to see the girl in his life. She wanted to be his.

"Here she is."

She covered her mouth and tried so hard not to laugh or giggle, but it was impossible. "Oh my Lord!" she laughed, putting her arms slowly around his neck as she looked at the grossly overweight girl. "I never knew you liked big girls'" she laughed more, hoping he wouldn't get mad or move her arms from his neck.

"I really don't, it just kinda happened," he said knowing why he went with Joanne. He wanted a girl that would 'not' remind him of the woman behind him in any way.

"Not trying to be mean, but...no wonder why you're having problems sweetie. I know you love tall, slender women with long hair. You have to go with what excites you and she may have been good in bed, but I know she's 'not' your type," she said in her lowest voice, knowing her warm breath had to be getting to him by now.

He loved her hugging his neck, but he was going to resist her no matter how hard it was. Her warm breath fell over his neck and into his ear, making his cock grow, remembering all the wonderful things she used to do to him. "I figured I needed a change," he said feeling for his cigarettes and remembered he left them on the kitchen table. "I need a smoke. Let's go back to kitchen," he said standing up, pulling away from the little temptress behind him, and hoping he could keep this up.

'Darn it!' she thought as he pulled from her. 'I almost had you buster!' she said looking at him, knowing he was thinking about her now. She could see a nice hump in the front of his jeans. "That would be nice," she said leading the way out of the room, feeling his eyes on her again, hoping he would give into her before the night was over.

He sat at the table, lit two cigarettes and he still couldn't believe how great she looked. 'Damn!' he thought looking into her loving eyes and knew she was his. All he'd have to do was click his fingers and she'd give or do anything he asked.

"Why do you have to be so damn beautiful?"

"I don't know. Would you like me ugly?"

"No!"

"Does it bother you that much?"

"Yes."

"What's wrong?" she asked in her lowest, most sexy voice, knowing what was bothering him.

He looked into her eyes and knew he was getting weak. Her power of seduction was getting the best of him, like always. "You could turn on a dead man!" he said looking down the front of her white blouse, enjoying her very perky breasts and extremely excited nipples looking back at him.

"Mmm, I never knew that," she said with a girlish giggle. "But, isn't that a good thing?" she whispered, making sure to slightly put out her lower lip, knowing he loved it when she acted like a young, horny girl.

"For two cents I'd..." he said thinking of bending her tiny ass over the table and fucking her teasing ass until one of them died.

"What?" she knew he was slowly beginning to weaken.

"You're nothing but a fuc...teaser," he said watching her pretty face, hoping that he could last the night without jumping her. She always had a strange power over him and still did after ten years.

"But, in the end...I always made things right. Didn't I?"

'Yes, you did,' he thought remembering all the times she sucked him off or the thing he really loved, rubbing his hard cock over her wet pussy and cuming all over her spectacular body. "Yes," he said taking a long draw from his cigarette, watching her do the same, but the way she inhaled, turned him on. It always looked like she was sucking a small, but hard little dick.

"I think you loved my teasing and I'm guessing you still do. Am I right?"

He wasn't going to answer if his life was hanging by a small thread. She fucking knew what she did to him and there was no need to fall into a trap. "I plead the fifth."

"Chicken."

"So."

"Tell me."

"Nope," he laughed. 'You know you fucking turn me on, so why don't you just drop it!' he thought, wondering if they smoked a joint if she'd mellow out. But, the way his luck had been, it would just get worse. "You still wanta smoke one?" he asked watching her lean on the table, propping her face in her hands and smile.

"Sure, I'd like that. Can I go change into something...sexy?" she asked in a soft, sexy voice that she knew he loved to hear.

"Teasing me again!"

"You love it and you know it," she replied leaning lower, hoping he'd look down her blouse. She wanted him to see her excited nipples, maybe he'd think of all the times he sucked and played with them. "What do you want me to wear?" she asked in that same sexy 'little' girl voice. "I wanta look nice and sexy for my ma...for you."

He was so close to giving in, but he'd fight her to the end. "I don't really care," he said pulling the small bag of pot from his pocket.

"Hum, that's a first!" she small watching him trying his best to ignore her. "How about my...black mini skirt? You always did love that!" she said looking at him with one of her innocent grins, knowing he loved that skirt and the way he would reach under it to caress her ass. "Oh wait a minute, I know...what about my blue, spandex pants?" she moaned thinking of the way it felt when he'd rub her aching pussy and all the times he made her cum while wearing them.

He gritted his teeth, wishing she just go away and leave him alone. "You horny bitch!"

"It's all for you and always will be," she whispered giving her lower lip a small bite, hoping her words wouldn't make him mad.

He knew it was true. She loved him and always made sure he came before anyone, even her late husband knew that. "You need to find a man," he said rolling up a big joint, hoping it would knock her horny ass out for the night. He still had feelings for her, but he needed a little more time.

"I have one I really, really love, but I hurt him. I'm trying so hard to let him know how sorry I am for what happened," she said and couldn't hold back any longer. She started crying harder than she had in years. "I'm so sorry for what I did to you. Please let me back in your life, please!" she cried so hard and when she felt his arms around her body, she cried more.

"Damn it!" he said holding her as close to him as he could. "You win, but I still need time," he whispered in her ear, running his fingers through her long, silky hair, remembering the first time she made love to him.

*.

He watched her pacing the floor and couldn't help but laughing. "Why don't you come over here and relax. He'll be fine." Paul Jones said watching his 70-year-old dick filling with blood looking at his 34-year-old wife Carla, knowing she was worried about Jon.

"I know," she said walking towards him and smiled. "What's this?" she cooed lying on the bed, making sure her white, satin gown didn't get winkled. "Is this all for me?" she whispered reaching to hold him in her small right hand, hoping he could keep it hard tonight. Carla hadn't been filled with a good, hard cock in a year and she was going crazy with need.

"Hell yes it's for you, little girl," he said enjoying the feel of her warm, loving hand wrapped around his growing dick. "Daddy's always hard for his girl," he smiled to her, hoping she was in the mood to play his favorite sex game.

"Oh Daddy! Shame, shame!" she whispered as her hand slowly squeezed and moved up and down his shaft. "What if Mommy finds out about this? She might get mad at us." Carla whispered watching him smile and she felt him grow more. 'Please stay hard!' she thought, hoping, praying that tonight would be the night. She hadn't had sexy in a year and her baby boy; Jon had his first 'real' date. Carla needed sex!

"She'll never know," he said hoping she'd slide down and suck him. Her mouth was one of a kind and he loved when she'd pleasure him with it. "Will you kiss Daddy's thing tonight?" he asked caressing her face, watching her smile at him.

"Oh yes Daddy! I love sucking your big thing and getting it nice and hard!" she moved down fast, opened her mouth and sucked him deep, hoping it would stay hard. Her pussy was on fire. 'Please keep it up!' she thought, sucking the mature man's cock as hard as she could without hurting him. "Am I doing it right, Daddy?" she stopped to asked in a sexy 'little girl' voice and quickly returned to pleasuring her millionaire husband.

He lay back, watching her sucking him with a pretty smile on her face. "It's always good when you kiss me there," he moaned, praying his old, worn out body could please her tonight. He knew it was wrong marring someone so young, but she was beautiful and he loved her so much.

"I love kissing your thing Daddy. It gets so hard for me," she said in that same voice, knowing Paul loved it and she hoped it would get him hard enough to fuck. "Will you put it in me, Daddy?" Carla moaned hoping he could keep it up. She needed a cock in her so bad she wanted to scream.

"Oh yes! I'd love to put it in my baby girl." Paul said feeling his chest starting to pound with pain. The doctors told him to be careful during sex and warned him about being with someone as young as Carla, but he didn't care.

"My Daddy!" Carla whimpered crawling up his body, pulled her panties over and she took him deep. "Daddy, it feels so good!" she squealed with joy as his semi-hard cock felt so good slipping in her lonely pussy. "I'm going to fuck my sexy Daddy so good tonight!" Carla growled as her slender hips started slow circles around his dick. "Oh Daddy!" she moaned squeezing her excited nipples as she gently moved around.

He trying holding back the pain in his chest, but couldn't. He reached to the nightstand, grabbed the bottle of pills, and took one.

"Oh no! Are you ok?" she asked easing him from her body and Carla wanted to cry. She knew life was going to be tough marring someone as old as Paul, but he was sweet and he gave her and Jon anything they wanted.

He looked at her and hoped she wouldn't leave him for some young stud that would screw her for hours and hours. "My fucking heart!" he said trying to get up, but she held him down.

"No! You stay there and don't move!" she ordered running to get a warm washcloth to clean what little sex juice there was from his dick. 'Oh no!' she cried to herself hoping she'd get some relief some. She couldn't fool around on him or she'd be out on the street. Carla needed help and hoped that it would come soon.

After wiping off Paul, she went down to get a stiff drink and she saw Jon sitting at the kitchen table crying. "Baby, what's wrong?" she asked hoping his date with Jenny went ok.

"It was so bad Mom, she laughed at me," he said as tears rolled down his face, hoping Mom could help ease the pain of his broken heart.

"She laughed at you?"

"Yeah, she said I was a freak and laughed and laughed at me."

"Fuckin' little bitch!" Carla growled thinking of the skinny little bitch that had been playing with Jon's heart for the last two months. "Why'd she call you a freak?" she asked gently caressing his face as she wiped away the tears.

He laughed at her and slowly stood up. The shocked look on Mom's face said it all. "Great, even my Mom thinks I am!"

She stood there in shock. Carla knew he was extremely big, but never in her wildest dreams would she have ever thought that her son was hung like a horse. "No! It's just kinda shocking to see something so big and beautiful as this," she smiled gently rubbing his lower stomach, wishing she could do more for him.

"I'm too big. I'll never find a girl that can fu** um do me."

She had to giggle at him and she moved closer to him. "Baby, once word of you being so big gets out...you'll have girls' lining up for miles and miles to get it," she whispered, wishing she could be one of them. Something his size would ease all of her desires.

"Are you just saying that to make me feel better?"

She couldn't help but smiling at him. "No, girls' will beg you to screw them! You're a very big and lots of women love nice things like this," she whispered and gently ran one of her fingers over his the swollen head. "I'm one of them. I love a nice, big thing like this!" she moaned again and slowly moved her small hand over his length, wishing he wasn't her son. She'd make up for his horrible date and he'd never think of it again.

He stood there and listened to her words. She was always right about girls' and so many other things. Her hand caressed over him and he felt so much better. "That feels so good Mom!" he moaned pulling her closer, enjoying her soft gown against his fingers and loving hand caressing his massive, swollen cock.

Carla felt like something had taken control of her body. She looked down and could not believe that she was masturbating her son. "You just relax. Let Mommy make it all better," she whispered in one of her soft and soothing voices, wishing that he was in his bed, she could really make him feel better. "Let me have a cigarette, you go get in bed and I'll come up and...finish this right." Carla said with lust, hoping she 'could' finish this. She knew it was wrong, but her baby needed some help and it would be nice to hold a big, hard cock again.

"Ok," he smiled and didn't think about this being wrong or not. Mom was a fucking babe and if she wanted to jerk him off, great. "I'll be in bed waiting." Jon said and couldn't get to his room fast enough. 'I hope she'll let me see her boobs,' he thought with a big smile, rubbing his already hard cock shaft.

He pretty much knew what Mom looked like naked. They were very close, so close that some people might say they were doing wrong. He'd walk in when she was showering or taking a bath and in turn, she'd do the same to him, but neither of them cared. Carla thought it was so wonderful to have him lusting after her day and night, even if he was her son.

Ten minutes later he heard a small tap on his door and she walked in, looking like he'd never seen before. Her entire upper body was beet-red and her nipples stuck out twice their normal size. 'Damn, she must be as horny as I am,' he thought as she slowly walked towards him.

Carla walked in, seeing that her 'baby' was still so hard and in need of her help. He lit candles and was lying on a big towel with a large bottle of oil beside him. "My baby!" she moaned lying beside him, quickly grabbing his massive cock with her right hand and started stroking him. "My boy!" Carla moaned, resting her head on him, only inches from his swollen member, wishing she could do more. He was the love of her life and she'd do anything for him.

He lay there, enjoying her tiny hand jerking him, but he wanted to see her over him. "I wanta see you," he whispered and she sat up, still pulling his cock.

She looked to him and had an idea. Carla lifted her gown over her head and tossed it on the floor, watching his dark eyes roam her inflamed body. "Is that better?" she asked reaching for the oil and let it drip over her hand and his cock. "Mommy will make it all better," she whispered in a soft voice, just as if he was a tiny baby that needed comforting.

"Oh shit!" he moaned watching her breasts swinging as she moved between his legs. "You're wonderful!" he grunted lifting his hips, hoping she pump at little faster, but she didn't.

"Relax, let me do it like this and then you can make me do it anyway you want," she said rubbing up and down his entire cock. "My little boy grew up into one 'fine' young man," she smiled pulling his cock head towards her right nipple, gently running his head over the swollen bud, wishing she could ram him up her burning pussy. "My baby!" she whimpered stroking faster, pulling him harder, she needed his cum, even if it was going to spray all over her and not up her pussy. "Cum for Mommy!" she cried looking to him with need, hoping that this could somehow make her feel better.