Incest/TabooA Loving Lockdown Christmas
This is my entry for the Winter Holidays Story Contest. A bit daring on my part submitting my very first story to a contest, but fingers crossed I've done my part. A fair bit of warning before we get right into it, this is a mother/son incest story and if this material offends you I kindly ask you to leave and explore the other wonderful stories Literotica has to offer. This story is on the lengthier side, and if you're looking for a quick stroke story you won't find it here. It will take a while before we get to the sexy parts! Obviously, this is to set things up with a good background that eventually culminates in a loving motherfucking Christmas — literally! All characters are purely imaginary that I dreamt of in my fantasy world.
TW// Mentions of domestic violence.
Dedicated to the beautiful and alluring adult film legends Kay Parker and Honey Wilder.
Last but not least, my heartiest thanks to my editor snowbear for all the work you've put in. I wouldn't be here without your support.
1 year ago…
"Do I have to? I got offers from both state colleges I applied to."
Vivian Kesley grimaced as she glanced over at her son, knowing exactly why he was reluctant.
"And miss out on Stanford? Seriously Jason, do you know what you're about to do? I know you want to stay with me and I'm glad you do baby… but as your mother I know what's best for you."
"I mean they do have a really good tennis program and they're offering an athletic scholarship… but, leaving you for that? Not worth it. Not after what happened with dad." The 18-year old's forest green eyes blazed with fury, the last word spat out acidly. Seeing the disapproval on his mother's face, he frowned but continued. "Besides, the sports psychology course here isn't bad, and they're giving me a partial scholarship too."
Vivian massaged her temples, growing more frustrated by the minute. "You can do a better sports psychology course at Stanford and be a part of one of the most reputed tennis programs in the country. I know this is your dream, and you're not giving it up for me. Give it a thought honey, if you really care about me give it a thought."
Burying his face in his hands, Jason let out a deep sigh. He looked up at his mother, staring intently at her — almost making Vivian self-conscious, as if there was something on her face.
"Fine, I'll accept their offer but…"
"But what?" A grin embellished Vivian's delicate features, she was glad she could finally end this tug-of-war battle that had waged on for weeks.
"I'm gonna skype you every day," a matching grin now spread across Jason's face as he reached out to clasp Vivian's smaller hands into his own, "I'll miss you, Mom."
"I'll miss you too baby." Vivian couldn't fathom how life was going to be without her son. After all he had been her rock, supporting her through the toughest of times. There were moments when she had sunk into deep depression. That's what months of abuse had done to her and if it wasn't for Jason… She shuddered to think about where she would have been now.
Deep down she knew they had made the right choice to give him the best future possible. Something she had worked hard to achieve, especially as a single working parent.
"So college boy, what do you have planned for the summer?" She got up from the sleek grey barstool, turning around to begin dinner — Japanese styled fried rice. Vivian had added her own mix to the recipe and customized it. She reached for the small jar of organic spicy seasoning, grabbing it from upper cabinets. "Jason are you even lis-"
Vivian turned around, and was quick enough to catch her son's eyes jerk up to her face, his eyes wide at being caught.
"Uh what?…yeah, Mom." She glanced at him skeptically. The simple polka dot summer dress had ridden up during the stretch and she smoothed out the ends pulling it down. 'Was he staring at my…ass? No that's couldn't be it.'
"I asked you what your plans were for the summer." Vivian stood, with her hands on her hips. Something was up and the way he was acting seemed fishy to her.
"I- I just realized I have to call Jimmy. He..uh called me earlier, we might play some Fortnite. I'll be down for dinner." And he was already dashing up the stairs. Vivian heard a faint, "love you, Mom," before the she heard his door slam shut. 'That was weird.'
The ringing of her phone that lay on the marble counter distracted her, and as expected it was an important call from one of the professors from her faculty.
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All good things come to an end, and such was the case as Vivian watched her son carry the last suitcase out of the house. Sure, there was a part of her that regretted persuading him to leave but she tried to feel happy for him. She really did, or at least she had initially, but then as the summer break drew to a close, she began to dread the day that Jason would have to leave for California. Vivian's only solace was knowing that this was what was best for her son to have a successful future, and what she felt was the right decision.
Her father, Frank, who would be accompanying Jason to settle into his dorm, had already settled himself in the driver's seat of the Volvo V70. The car's sound system on full as one of Frank's favorite Elvis Presley albums played and even from across the street Vivian could make out the lyrics.
Jason stood before her, his eyes focused on hers. She could see the beautiful green orbs holding back tears.
"I'm so proud of you baby. We'll talk every day, okay? Don't be upset." Vivian held back her own tears, and was surprised how steady her voice came out. 'No, I can't break down in front of him.' Vivian reassured herself.
Jason's lips parted, as if he was going to respond but nothing came out.Then he darted forward and grabbed Vivian into a bone-crushing hug planting a chaste kiss on her left cheek. His long arms enveloped her slim form and pulled her to him pressing her breasts up against his broad chest. He was a good 7 inches taller than her own 5'7, and her head fit perfectly under his chin. She could faintly detect the spicy aftershave he used.
Her nipples, involuntarily hardened at the intimate contact and all of a sudden, the embrace between mother and son transitioned to one that would be shared by lovers. Vivian let out a soft gasp, partly embarrassed by her reaction then, before things could get out of hand, she eased away from Jason.
There was an awkward silence.
"Mom…can I kiss you?" Jason choked out, his voice shaky with emotion.
Vivian stared at him, confused. His eyes dropped to her plump red lips. 'That couldn't mean what I think it means', she thought. 'Did her son really-'
"No," he said, leaning forward his lips now only a hair's width away from her own. She could feel his gentle breath lingering over her lips. "I meant like this."
The very next moment, Jason's lips were on hers. First, it was just a peck before Jason slowly brought his lips to gently suck on her lower lip. It was chaste and sweet. There was no tongue — but it was far from a kiss a mother and son should share. It was then that Vivian finally realized who she was kissing and immediately pulled back.
"Jace," she said, stepping back as she brought her trembling fingertips to her lips which a minute ago had been attached to her son's. "This is wrong."
"What's wrong?" Jason replied, a mischievous smirk now on his face, and it seemed all the sorrow had vanished, perhaps rejuvenated by the kiss. He reached forward again, quickly pecking his mother on the lips a second time.
"Gramps is waiting, I better go. I'll call you tonight."
A stunned Vivian stood, as she watched Jason casually get into the car as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. At the same time, her eyes focused on her father — who luckily seemed engrossed in the song. 'What the fuck Vivian! Your son just kissed you and you're more worried about getting caught? Get ahold of yourself…'
As the car sped out of the street, the dam broke and she couldn't stop the tears. Yet, now she couldn't figure out why she was crying. Because he had left? Or was it because she felt guilty over the unwanted arousal gathering between her legs as she thought of the kiss she had just shared with him?
Chapter 1: Home for Christmas
The front door slammed shut with a bang, as Vivian jerked up from her well-worn copy of 'The Tenant of Wildfell Hall' — the current novel she was teaching in her Feminism in Literature class.
"Bitch, where the fuck are you? Get me my beer." Her husband, Jefferson Kesley, staggered into the living room, leaving no doubt he was drunk. Immediately, Vivian regretted letting her son, Jason, leave for a party on that Friday night. This would be one of those nights, she thought.
Vivian dropped the book onto the round coffee table, "Right away honey." She hurried to her feet, scurrying to get a glass to pour the chilled beer into.
It had all begun a few months earlier after Jeff had undertaken a million-dollar project developing an app for a well-known sporting brand. As his workload significantly increased, so did his violence towards her. Sure, like any other married couple they did have their problems, and he had hit Vivian on several occasions, but that was nothing compared to his newfound abusive behavior.
With Jason out of the house quite frequently for his tennis commitments, or his friends and the occasional party, Jeff would typically pick these days to torment and vent his frustrations on her. It was as if she was just a punching bag to him. When her son was home however, Jeff would just grumble around the house before retreating to his den in the basement — leaving her alone, probably he didn't want his son to witness his true face.
"What's taking so long bitch, make yourself useful for once. Or can you only bury yourself in those rotten old books all day?" Vivian's eyes blazed in defiance at his comment. 'So now he was taking a dig at her profession', she thought. To him, English and Literature were inferior to the natural and physical sciences. Something he had made clear more than once. But she couldn't bring herself to speak up, as she was afraid of what could happen.
Jeff was a mountain of a man. He stood a few inches over six feet and had at least 70 pounds on her slim stature. He had let himself go though, since his high school years, partly due to the sedentary nature of his job. Nonetheless, Vivian knew he could overpower her easily, and she planned to be careful tonight, hoping he would be back to his usual self when he was sober next morning.
Jeff's beady green eyes scanned her from his light grey recliner armchair, as she walked towards him with the chilled beer in hand. His gaze unnerved her enough that she tripped over the leg of the coffee table. She caught herself by gripping onto the edge of the table, but the glass mug went flying, shattering into pieces on the polished hardwood floor.
For a moment, there was only deafening silence before Jeff's loud, gravelly voice pierced through the short-lived quietude. But then before an evil grin adorned his rugged features.
"You slut, you're going to get it today," he thundered. Filled with trepidation at her careless mistake, Vivian swiftly turned and rushed for the guest bedroom, hoping to lock herself in until her son got back
"Get back here you bitch!"
A small shard of glass pierced her bare right foot, causing her to grimace as pain shot through her leg. Slowed down considerably, she barely got to the doorway before she was sent flying into the room as Jeff landed a rough kick to her lower back.
Vivian huddled into a ball, cowering as her Jeff's huge frame loomed over her — effectively sealing any form of exit. Her eyes widened in fear as she caught sight of a large shard of glass gleaming from the moonlight. The rage in his eyes, making her blood turn ice cold. Her heart was thundering, and she could hear every beat in her chest.
"Ple..please I'm sorry Jeff. It won't happen aga..again. I'll get another glass for you right away.
Vivian pleaded, tears now threatening to drop from her soft, brown eyes.
"Too late bitch, now you're gonna pay."
Jeff grabbed her left arm roughly as he swung his right hand backwards to slice her with the sharp glass. She clenched her eyes closed, waiting for the impact. But it never came, and Vivian forced her eyes open.
She was still in bed, her thick brown locks plastered to her forehead, drenched in sweat. The howling of the gusty winter wind could be heard outside from her bedroom window. Vivian looked up at the digital display. 6:58am.
'It's been 3 years and I'm still having nightmares.' She reached for the glass of water on her nightstand, tugging the covers off. 'Might as well start the day early.' Some meditation after a warm shower should relax her. Clutching the long white nightgown tighter around her lithe frame, Vivian chugged down the glass of water replenishing her dry, sore throat.
Feeling a little better, she made her way to the master bath. Glancing at the vanity through her peripheral vision, Vivian struck a sideways pose. She liked with what she saw. Even in her late thirties, Vivian had maintained her naturally slim figure. Falling into depression 2 years ago after the incessant abuse from her now ex-husband, it started with weekly meditation sessions recommended by her counsellor. Watching the yoga sessions that began at the same time, Vivian found herself with a new hobby in yoga and later Pilates, both of which not only improved her physical wellbeing but also the mental aspect. She shrugged off her nightgown, letting it fall onto the cold tiles.
As expected, breastfeeding and age had caused her tits to droop slightly, but the creamy melons were still full and firm enough to stand out from her chest. They had always drawn attention from men, and pregnancy had increased cup size to a 36D. Moving lower, Vivian's stomach was reasonably flat as she traced her fingertips over a faint, almost invisible scar from the stretch marks following childbirth. Her ass was pert and firm, stretching the cotton material of the baby blue panties.
Slowly, as if performing a striptease, she eased her panties down her toned legs revealing her curly brown bush, that she trimmed occasionally, surrounding her pinkish outer lips that slightly parted, with her prominent inner lips visible. Her light brown nipples grew erect, exposed to the colder surrounding of the bathroom.
She got into the shower stall enjoying the warm water cascading down her naked form. Vivian washed her hair first, lathering it with the organic conditioner. The cherry blossom scent smelled divine. Then, she focused on her body, gently massaging goat milk body wash onto her aching muscles. Slowly, she brought her hands to her tits — now slick with soapy water, kneading them. "Ohhhh that feels so good." She moaned.
Her fingers moved to her nipples, pulling and twisting on the sensitive buds. "Ahhh mhhmmm." Her gasps and moans getting louder steadily. Vivian thought about Tim, the psychology professor she had gone out with a few times with before the Covid-19 pandemic hit hard, and restrictions were put in place.
Tim was around her age, maybe a few years older, and really charming with his dashing good looks. She imagined his strong fingers working her nipples, pulling and twisting them between her fingers. "Ohh fuck Tim, that's it baby."
Vivian's right hand traced down her stomach, her left still stimulating her erect nipples. Leaning against the wall, she spread her thighs allowing easier access to her pussy lips. She brought her thumb to her clit, rubbing against it in circular motions. In her mind though, it was Tim's fingers doing the work. Her body shuddered and her legs twitched with pleasure. "Oooohh!" Another high-pitched moan left her mouth, her lips forming into an 'O' shape.
Slowly, Vivian eased a two fingers into herself. "Yess ohhhh right there, fuck me, Tim." She imagined his blue eyes staring intently, as she moaned wantonly with her hips giving little jerks to meet his eager thrusting fingers. Her labia glistened with her juices which was then washed away by the warm jet streams of water.
Vivian's fingers were moving frantically now, her orgasm fast approaching. Her left hand was now firmly placed against the wall supporting her weight. Oh, how she would have loved a hard, pulsating cock hammering into her right now. Tim pushing her up against the walls as they passionately kissed, with his fingers in her and his throbbing hard-on brushing against her hips. As she thought about his lips on hers, her mind instantly shifted to the kiss she had shared over a year ago with Jason when he had left for his freshman year. Suddenly, it was no longer Tim who was finger fucking her. His blonde hair was now brown and his blue eyes were replaced by Jason's forest green ones.
And then with a loud scream, she came hard. Spasming over and over again, as she succumbed to the immense pleasure of her self-induced orgasm and the image of her very naked son under the shower with her. "Ahhh Jason, yes baby. Oh god, yes ohhh Jace."
As soon as her orgasm subsided, Vivian felt terrible. Quickly she washed up before roughly turning the knobs, and the streams of water immediately stopped. The immense pleasure from before was now replaced by immense guilt at her actions and shame at the words she had just uttered. 'That was so very wrong..oh my goodness what have I become? My own son…how could I do this?'
It wasn't the first time this had happened. No. Over the past year, she'd had so many immoral thoughts that no mother should ever have of her son. Thoughts that featured acts that were forbidden between mother and son. But Vivian couldn't help it, as she no longer saw Jason as her little boy. As she thought of their short-lived, yet loving kiss, Vivian now saw him as a man. His beautiful green eyes had held so much love as he gazed at her before bringing his lips to hers. It was the purest form of love, a love that could only exist between a son and the woman who brought him into this world.
Vivian slammed her palm against the sliding door, frustrated at the thoughts she was having. 'I really need to see a psychiatrist and get my head checked.. She would do just that. But first, she had to prepare for a Zoom meeting she had to attend. She dried off and put on her baby pink silk robe, as she made her way to her room to get dressed.
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Overall, the meeting had gone smoothly. The directors of the American Writers museum were fascinated with what she had to say and were more than glad to give her an hour session to talk about Plath's poetry particularly 'Balloons', a poem about Christmas which would be apt since Christmas Eve was just 3 weeks away. Normally, this wasn't something she would have done, with Christmas just around the corner. The museum was located in Chicago and under normal circumstances, it would have been impossible for her to travel at this time of the year. But the impacts of Covid-19 saw an increase in the usage of video conference tools such as Zoom, and it would be perfect for her to give a talk to the limited audience that would be gathered at the museum.
She shut her laptop, and got up to make herself a cup of coffee when her phone rang. A picture of Jason hugging her popped up on the screen, and the caller id indicated that it was indeed him. Vivian hesitated for a moment, the guilt weighing her down. But she ended up answering the call anyways. Even though things had been awkward between them for the past year, she still talked regularly with him. After all, he was her son and she couldn't ignore him.
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