The following story is a complete work of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Note that as opposed to most of my posted works, this is a stand-alone story, offered as a holiday thanks to all my loyal readers. Keep that in mind when reading—I hope you enjoy it. And please take the time to vote or leave a comment, the authors do appreciate it.
"Jake, I can't believe you went to all this trouble!" Tanya Nolan said as her son took his hands from her eyes. The 18-year old had led her into the family dining room with his hands covering her eyes, making sure she enjoyed the surprise.
"Anything for you, Mom, especially at Christmas."
It was Christmas Eve, and the two of them were alone. Tanya's husband, Warren, had left just a few days before on business, overseeing an important project for his company in China. He'd been home for close to a month, but was needed back on site by Dec. 23rd for an important meeting with the Chinese delegation funding the project.
"Everything looks so ... so wonderful," Tanya gushed, her eyes taking in the surprising sight before her. Jake had told her he wanted to cook dinner for her on Christmas Eve, but she never expected anything like this. He'd set two spots at the table, one at the end and the other right next to it. He'd used the family's 'special dishes' and silverware. The room was lit only by a number of candles he'd placed on the table, giving it a very intimate ambience. She couldn't remember the last time she'd be wooed like this. She smiled inside, feeling so happy her son had gone to so much trouble for her.
"What are we having?" The steaming plate of food sitting before her looked magnificent, and the aroma coming from it was making her mouth water with anticipation.
Jake reached over to the table and handed her a filled wine glass, the scent of the full-bodied red wafting fragrantly into her nostrils. He picked up one for himself as well. "We're having pepper steak in brandy cream sauce, frites, green beans with almonds, and carrots steamed in broth."
Tanya looked at her handsome young son, having no idea he had it in him to do something like this. He had taken more of an interest in the kitchen over the last year or so, often helping to prepare meals, especially when she was late coming home from work at the insurance company where she was an office manager. She thought some girl was definitely going to be the lucky one to latch onto him some day. Besides being apparently able to whip up an exquisite meal like this, he wasn't too hard on the eyes either—even to a 40-year old like Tanya. Her son was 6'-2" tall and solid muscle, having spent many hours working out when he wasn't busy playing a variety of sports at his school, where he was a senior and due to graduate this year. He had a shock of dark curly hair that he kept quite short, making his masculine features even more attractive. His bold cheekbones, long slim nose, full lips and deep blue eyes had made more than one schoolgirl dampen her panties when she saw him in class.
Jake knew the opposite sex found him attractive, but he never flaunted his good looks—he just carried himself with a quiet confidence that people found charismatic. He never acted condescending to his male friends, and was always considerate and polite to everyone. He was the kind of person that guys wanted to be like, and girls wanted to be with. It wasn't just girls that were drawn to Jake—older women especially seemed enamored with the young man. He'd bedded more than his share of MILFs in the last little while, including a number of mothers of both male and female friends from school. It seemed as if once word got out about the size of his prodigious cock, he had no end of requests from neighborhood women to come over and help them with little chores they were having difficulty with—a number of them good friends of his mother. It wasn't just those desperate housewives either, there were a few of his teachers thrown in there as well, even the 48-year old principal of his school, Mrs. Knight. But there was one older woman who he'd always wanted to bed—the woman standing next to him right now.
"Oh Jake," Tanya said as she reached out and tenderly touched her son's arm. "Everything looks, and smells, absolutely incredible. Really, you didn't have to go to all this trouble for me."
"I wanted to, Mom, especially after what happened last week. I want to make you happy, and you know I'd do anything for you."
Both of them thought back to the incident Jake had been referring to. At the end of the previous week, his father had wanted to take them out to dinner someplace nice, since he was going to be away at Christmas. They'd gotten dressed up and Jake hadn't been able to take his eyes off his mother the whole night. Like himself, she was quite tall, about 5'-9", and she looked even taller in the 4" black spike-heeled pumps she'd chosen to wear that night. She'd worn a form-fitting black dress that hugged her mature body deliciously, the deeply scooped neck displaying an enticing amount of cleavage. And Jake knew from the numerous times he'd spent raiding her laundry basket and underwear drawer that those tremendous globes filling that dress so provocatively were 36Es, and all natural. Looking past her ample bosom, the dress followed the alluring contours of her mature hourglass figure, accentuating her narrow waist and then flowing out over her wide motherly hips. The dress came to mid-thigh, and her long, toned legs were luxuriously encased in sheer black stockings, her high heels making her shapely legs look incredibly sexy. Her frosty blonde hair rested charmingly on her shoulders, sensually framing her pretty face. She had the same deep blue eyes as her son, and her slim nose drew your eyes naturally to her full lips, accented attractively that night with a glossy covering of bright red lipstick. When she'd come down the stairs and Jake had seen her, his sizeable cock instantly started to stiffen, causing him to hold his jacket in front of his crotch to hide the growing bulge.
Dinner had gone well, with Jake's eyes straying to his mother's mesmerizing cleavage time and again. He couldn't believe his father seemed so unaware of the disarming attractiveness of his wife. The waiters and male patrons blatantly ogled his stacked mother, a fact that his father seemed totally oblivious to. But Jake had noticed things had been like that for years, his father's attention to his beautiful wife waning.
Jake seemed to take after his mother's side of the family, with his father being a very small man—only an inch or so taller than his mother, and very slightly-built—scrawny, basically. He was a timid man, quietly going about his business. However, he was a good provider—Jake had to give the man that much. As he had gotten older, Jake couldn't see what his mother saw in the man. Jake could tell she was an incredibly sexy woman, who he sensed needed a lot of satisfying. Many of his friends were constantly telling him how hot she was, and Jake definitely had no argument against that. He thought of all those times when he'd had one of the neighborhood women kneeling between his legs sucking him off—and he'd been lying there thinking about his mother the whole time. He'd pictured her pretty face and gorgeous stacked body as those MILFs had blown him, thinking of his mother's pouty red lips sliding up and down his rigid prick as he'd filled those women's mouths with cum. He knew his mother wasn't getting satisfied by her husband, and now fate had handed Jake an opportunity to see if he could give her just what he thought she needed.
They had left the restaurant after their pre-Christmas dinner out and headed home. His mother wanted to stop at a liquor store and pick up a couple of bottles of wine to have around during the Christmas holidays. While his parents had gone into the liquor store, Jake had headed to the variety store further down in the plaza, wanting to pick up some condoms. Earlier in the day, Principal Knight had called him into her office and hinted that she might be needing another repeat performance of the one he'd given her a week or so ago. She'd closed the office door and sucked a load out of him right there, but he knew she wanted more. He expected a text to appear on his cell phone at any time.
With a package of Magnum XXLs in his pocket, he started walking back to his parent's car, parked next to a couple of others in front of the liquor store at the end of the plaza. He was just about to let himself into the back seat when he heard his father's voice coming from around the corner of the building.
"Please, don't hit me," he heard his father say in a tremulous voice. The tone in his father's voice put Jake on full alert. He hurried to the corner and stopped in his tracks, taking in the frightening scene in front of him. About twenty feet down the side of the building, two young men had his mother and father pushed up against the wall. One guy had has hand against his father's chest, pinning him against the wall, while his other fist was drawn back in a threatening manner. The two guys looked like a couple of punks, dressed in hoodies with ball caps turned sideways, both of them wearing those fucked-up baggy jeans hanging halfway off their asses. The second one bothered him more—the one with his hands on his mother. He had her pushed up against the wall as well, one hand mashed up over her ample breasts, while his other hand was trying to push up the hem of her dress as she struggled against him.
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