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Merry Christmas, Mister Lawrence

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I would like to specially thank Pete_L, the editor of my story here. He really did a lot to improve it and I couldn't have asked for a more helpful person.

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When I looked out of the car window and saw the snow, it was really quite a beautiful thing to behold. Some of it stuck to the limbs of the trees that lined this lonely stretch of road. It was everywhere; on the side of the road, all over and around the trees, and some was even on the hood of the SUV, contrasting heavily against the red shade of it.

The seat warmer and the heated air blowing into my face was making it hard to stay awake. Luckily I didn't have to, as my mother, Deborah, was driving us to the family cabin for a break before Christmas. Mom looked over at me, smiling. She probably thought it was amusing that I was about to fall asleep so close to the cabin.

"You know, I think your Dad was right. This trip will be good for us. We haven't had any real time to bond just you and me."

I think she felt the need to convince herself and me, that this trip would be just fine without Dad. I sat up and tried my best to look alert.

"You're right. Besides, who would take care of the dog?" I quipped.

She turned her head to glare at me before arguing, "That dog has a name, you know."

Her right arm left the steering wheel and flicked toward me while she talked, as if to strengthen her point. It didn't do much for that, but it did cause her breasts to shake behind her sweater. I couldn't help but stare.

"I know, I know. I tease," I said jokingly, smirking back at her.

We were only a few moments from the cabin. We turned off the main road onto some snow covered dirt path. We wouldn't have seen it, if not for the clearing in the trees and the spray-painted speed limit sign that marked its entrance.

As we rolled into the path, Mom stopped the car, put it into four-wheel drive and pushed through the path toward our cozy abode. We drove through a clearing in the forest and in the spotlight, our winter cabin. There really wasn't much to it, but I'll be damned if it wasn't comfy as all hell.

As we pulled up to the driveway, Mom's face lit up, "We're here!" her voice lingered for a moment.

She pulled me in and kissed my forehead. We got out of the car, the biting cold was fairly shocking after sitting in the toasty car for so long. I trod carefully to the trunk of the car, making sure not to slip on any ice and popped it open. We grabbed our luggage, closed and locked the car and made our way to the cabin.

The soft crunches of snow under my feet subsided as we got to the porch. Mom set her luggage down and fumbled with her keys for a moment.

"Ah, here we go!" she exclaimed, holding out a single key and inserting it into the keyhole.

As we entered the cabin, memories started flooding my head. Everything was the way we left it. As I walked past the living room and kitchen, the family picture hung to the right of the hallway caught my attention. I always loved that picture. It was me, my dad, and my mom at the beach. Pretty unfitting for the cabin, but I loved it all the same. Under it, it read, "The Lawrence Family"

I walked towards my room, which was actually the guest room, when I heard Mom on the phone. I think she was talking to Dad, telling him that we had arrived and that we were safe and sound. I walked through the doorway into my room and was hit with memories of me and my hand. I had spent too many lonely nights in that room.

I heaved my luggage onto the bed and started unpacking. I took out my clothes in the order I had packed them, shirts in one pile and pants in another, when I heard knocking on the door behind me.

"Hey Sweetie. Got everything?" she inquired.

She was leaning against the doorway and smiling gently at me. I couldn't help but admire her hourglass figure which was on full display, thanks to her tight fitting sweater and jeans.

I quickly turned back toward my luggage and checked all the pockets. Toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, hairbrush, shampoo, and body-wash, everything I'd need.

I looked back up at my mom, who was waiting patiently, "Yeah, I've got everything. You?"

"I sure do." She pushed away from the doorway before continuing, "I'm headed out to grab some groceries before it gets too late, alright?"

I sat on the bed next to my luggage before sarcastically responding, "Having food here this weekend would probably be a good idea."

Mom moved up and kissed me on the forehead before walking out the door, "I'll be back soon, call if you need anything," she called out from the hallway.

"Be careful out there!" I yelled back.

I listened carefully for a moment, waiting. Then I heard the front door close. I fell back on the bed, unzipping my jeans and pulling my hardened prisoner from its cell. I started tugging away, thoughts of my mother rushing through my head. She was on her back, beckoning me, completely naked. I imagined myself trailing my hand along her toned calves to those thick thighs and up her hips to her waist. I dipped down and kissed her full lips tenderly, then pushing my hand further up, to her breast... ugh fuck. My body convulsed, and my hips bucked into my hand as I came.

It had only taken a few minutes to come, to the thought of my naked mother. A wave of guilt, and my semen, quickly rushed over me. My brain didn't agree with my dick, apparently. I looked down at myself while sitting up. It was trailing down my stomach.

I walked into the bathroom that was next to my bed, making sure nothing dripped off onto my pants or the floor. I cleaned up with some tissues and water, then dried off. I finished putting away my clothes before lying back on the bed. Grabbing the remote behind my head, I turned on the TV. White noise was playing proudly on the screen. I started flipping through channels. Only after maybe twenty channels of static, did I realize that the snow was probably interfering with the connection.

Frustrated, I turned off the TV and tossed the remote off the bed and onto the floor. I rotated my body onto its side and tried to fall asleep. As per usual, my mind became overactive when I was trying to get it to relax. Thoughts of my mother were running through my head. Only after giving up trying to disperse the thoughts, did my mind give up trying to disturb my rest and I fell into a nice cat nap.

I jerked awake to the sound of the front door closing.

"Daniel! I could use some help bringing in the groceries!" she yelled out from the kitchen.

Wiping my eyes clean, I sat up, "I'll be right there, just hold on!" I pushed myself off the bed and stumbled toward the doorway.

As I emerged from the hallway, I saw Mom un-bagging the groceries in the open kitchen to my right. I walked over to her to tell her about the TV, but I guess she didn't notice me, because when I put a hand on her shoulder, she just about jumped out of her skin.

"Jesus, Daniel. Don't go around scaring your poor old mother like that," she laughed out, dropping her gaze back down to the groceries.

"Sorry! I'll go grab the rest of the groceries," I declared, trailing my hand lightly across her auburn hair, from shoulder to shoulder as I walked past her.

I pulled on my boots and tucked my jeans into them. Grabbing the coat from the rack next to the door, I pulled open the gate to the winter wonderland. The cold air slapped me in the face, reminding me I should have put on the coat before venturing out.

A satisfying crunching sensation erupted from the snow with each step towards the car. I carefully stepped closer and closer to the back of the SUV, watching for any ice that might have been lying there, hidden. The wind was picking up and was burning my face as I fumbled around the trunk, trying to grab all the groceries at once. When I finally had all the groceries wrapped around my arms like I was showing off a wide selection of purses, I closed the trunk and ventured back inside, my arms were straining under their weight.

Pushing into the doorway, I kicked off my boots. I marched into the kitchen and set the groceries down on the counters. Mom slid the hanging bags from my arms and the relief was instant. She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek before continuing to un-bag the groceries.

"Thanks, Sweetie. I really appreciate it, it's pretty ice-cold out there, huh?"

I walked back to the door and shut it tight, "It really is. Wind's picking up too," I said, pulling off my coat.

I hung my coat back on the rack and walked into the living room, which was directly to the right when you walk through the door. The kitchen and the living room were both open and kind of merged into one room, the only real divider being the open-wall in the kitchen. I fell back onto the loveseat that sat in front of our fireplace.

"So what should we do now that the TVs are out of whack?" I inquired, "It's getting darker outside."

"How about some hot chocolate?" she asked from the kitchen.

I turned my body and looked over my shoulder at her, she was already making it.

"That sounds delicious, Mom!" I joyfully asserted.

I couldn't help but admire her body while she made the drinks, her tight clothing displaying the curvy figure that lay just underneath. Her wide hips were a sight that blessed my thoughts many a night. She wasn't a fat woman by any means, every bit of weight went to her thighs, bosom, and bottom. Her tiny waist almost looked unhealthy when compared to the rest of her body. Her auburn hair looked like it could set ablaze at any moment. She really did have the perfect body, to me, at least.

She peeked over her shoulder and jokingly asked, "Are you gonna stare at me all day or are you gonna make a fire?"

Did she really just say that? Fuck, how long had she known I was watching? I could feel myself blushing, she was giggling to herself back in the kitchen.

Sinking back into the seat, I lifted myself off the sofa and got down on my knees in front of the fireplace. I grabbed a few logs from the carrier and set about building the fire while she finished the drinks.

"I'm gonna have some tequila in my cocoa, you want some?" she asked from behind me.

Really? I was only nineteen and both she and Dad had always been pretty hard on me when it came to drinking.

I tried to sound confident when I replied, but it came out more like a desperate cry when my voice cracked, "Yeah, sure!"

I could hear her giggling again in the kitchen.

I finished building the fire and lifted myself back onto the middle of the sofa to enjoy the heat of the flames.

"Scooch over, Mister," she said, holding both drinks and smiling down at me.

I slid over to my left so I could rest my drink on the end table. She sat down next to me and handed the drink over.

"Thanks!" I said, lifting the drink to my eager mouth.

The next moment had my mom in tears from laughing so hard. I took a nice gulp of the drink, and the amount of alcohol in it had singed the back of my throat causing me to cough violently.

"Can my little man not handle his alcohol?" she laughed.

I put my hand up to signal that I was alright, while I tried to clear my throat.

"I'm fine, I swear. I just... really wasn't expecting that."

I felt her arm across my shoulders and she pulled me in, "Isn't the fire beautiful, Dan?"

I couldn't help but agree. It looked like it was dancing for us, like we were the only two in the audience for its performance. We both steadily sipped our drinks while watching the majestic performer.

"Would you put on some music, Sweetie?" she requested, turning her head to look at me, smiling softly.

I slipped through her arm as I stood up and walked toward the TV's sound system. I pulled my phone out of its pocket and plugged it into the stereo's dock.

Going through my playlists I saw one labeled Funk and selected it. 'Fire on The Bayou' started playing, one of Mom's favorites. Guitar riffs and drum beats filled the room. I looked back at her and she seemed to be having a great time, she was rocking her head back and forth to the funky beats that played, a large grin was growing on her face.

"Come back and finish your drink," she said, patting the seat next to her.

I strode over to the sofa and fell back into my seat. The still steaming, hot cocoa, was waiting for me when I got back. When I looked back at Mom, she looked like she was in her own world. Her eyes were closed and she was slowly rocking her head around to the music. I couldn't believe how gorgeous she looked at this moment, she was absolutely beaming.

In my tipsy daze, I figured now would be a good time to finish my drink. Lifting the drink to my lips and tipping back, I started to chug it. The alcohol I had already swallowed had numbed the back of my throat, but only for a moment. When I finished my little champion's chug I started coughing and gagging - real smooth.

With my eyes covered in tears by my coughing fit, I could only hear her giggling to herself again. Wiping my eyes, I looked over at her, and the sweet smile that was growing on her face seemed to calm my coughing fit down.

I felt her hand on my wrist. It tightened ever so slightly as she stood up, dragging me with her. Her body started to move in sync with the music. Her hips swaying back and forth to the rhythm of the guitar while her head bobbed with the drum beats, all while staring intently into my eyes like she was daring me to join her.

I let the music take me as it forced my body to shake with some sort of a rhythm. You might even be able to call it a dance, but one thing is for sure, Mom was surprised to see me do it. I had never danced a day in my life and I'm not sure you could even confidently call this my first, but I could tell it made her happy.

"Ahhh, so now you dance. It just takes some tequila, I see!" she laughed out.

The swaying of her body had me in a trance. I tried to keep my eyes on her's but I couldn't help myself, she was so enticing.

Next thing I knew, Mom had pulled me in for a kiss by my shoulders. Our lips locked for a moment, both of us a bit shocked as far as I know. Then she pulled away. In the heat of the moment, I reeled her back in and reformed contact between our lips.

A moment later I could feel a guest enter its way into my mouth. Her tongue had entered me and was exploring my mouth for a few seconds before retreating. I followed back and was met with a sweet taste and a sense of euphoria engulfing my body.

We continued playing tongue tag for what seemed like forever before I pulled back. I needed a breather, as I had never trained myself in the art of not fainting while making out. I'd never had any experience with this sort of activity.

We were both just standing there, staring into each other's eyes. God, I could get lost for hours in her hazel headlights. Unfortunately, that was not to be. Her gaze left mine and she slowly walked past me to her room, without saying anything.

She had left me alone in the living room, music still blasting. I was hornier than I'd ever been in my life and I felt like I couldn't get it up to save my life now. I walked over to the stereo system and unplugged my phone, turning off the music.

I stumbled my way through the hallway. The alcohol wasn't the cause of my troubled steps, it was instead, the passionate moment I just shared with my mother, one that lead to disappointment rather more intimacy. To be honest, I don't know what I expected to happen.

I fell onto my bed and got under the covers. I just wanted the night to end but my mind was stirring. What had I done? What did I do to upset her so much? Did she leave because of me or was it just regret? My mind wouldn't stop asking questions that I didn't really know how to answer, nor did I want to.

I awoke the following morning to the smell of... bacon and eggs? Rolling out of bed, I made my way across the room, my feet still unsteady. I just about tripped and fell through the doorway before walking through the hallway, one hand on the wall for balance.

When I entered the kitchen I saw Mom finishing up breakfast. She looked back at me and she just had this smile on her face, like she knew something that I didn't.

"Good morning, Sweetie!" she cheered out, putting breakfast on a plate.

Dumbfounded that she was acting like nothing happened, I just sat down, speechless.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked, putting the plate down in front of me.

I had to clear my throat of the sleepy mucus that had built up from my shitty night, "Uh, yeah. I slept alright."

She leaned down and kissed my forehead before saying, "You're still wearing yesterday's clothes. Go wash up after you eat."

Once again she had left me highly confused and alone in the room as she walked away. I finished eating my breakfast, cleaned the dishes, and left the kitchen for my room. Each step had me a bit more worried. Why was she acting the way she was? Like nothing happened, when we both knew that wasn't true.

I found myself back in my room, feeling similar to the night before, but in a different way. Less heartbroken, more confused, out of my mind. What the hell was she up to?

Shaking off any lingering thoughts, I decided it would be best to hurry up and take a shower. I quickly went through my drawers, just taking some clothes that would keep me warm, feeling like I would need to take a walk outside to refresh my mind.

I left the clothes on my bed and while undressing, entered the bathroom. I put down the toilet seat and laid my towel on it for easy access. Turning on the water, I put my hand under the faucet to test the temperature. I imagined the warm water as my mother's hands, massaging mine. This however, turned into quite the ironic moment when the water's temperature went from a warm, soothing stream of bliss, to a searing hot lava faucet.

I quickly yanked away my hands before adjusting the knobs to something that wouldn't melt me as soon as I entered. When I reached the desired median of hot and cold, I pressed down on the little switch that activated the shower. As it kicked on, a few hiccups of air had caused the shower to skip a few beats before returning to a steady stream.

Stepping into the shower, I closed the curtains behind me, blocking most of the light. The warm water pelted my body, relieving me of most of my tension. I finally had a moment of peace, the sound of the shower drowned out whatever other sounds I could have heard, this combined with the dimmed lighting was exactly what I needed.

I scrubbed my body clean of the dirt, and the guilt from the previous night. The shower finished wiping any left-over soap from my body and I stood there, soaking up the steam for a few minutes.

Turning off the water, I flicked the dripping remains from my limbs and pushed it out of my hair before grabbing the towel to finish the job. I padded myself dry and laid the towel down in front of the tub so I wouldn't get my wet feet on the tiles.

I walked out of the bathroom and was greeted with the sight of my mother sitting next to my clothes, just staring at me. She had this huge smile on her face, and her eyes were traveling across my body.

"Get the fuck out!" I yelled at her. I was in no mood for games right now.

"Oh now, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" She was already leaving, but her gaze was constantly over her shoulder looking at me, "By the way, you look good wearing nothing."

When she disappeared around the doorway my heart was still racing, what the fucking Christ was she doing? In my panicked hysteria I hadn't realized that I wasn't even covering my junk. She had a full view of my body and her eyes never left it.

I quickly put on all of my clothes and marched into the living room and to my surprise, she wasn't there. Fuck it! I decided I would just sit back on the sofa and relax for a moment. As I sunk down into the cushions I could feel shocks erupt through my body like I was doing something I shouldn't. Shaking off this feeling, I turned on the TV.

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