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Thanksgiving With Mom
by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)

***

A mother and teenage son reunited for Thanksgiving 
after three years. Based on a character from an 
episode of Murder, She Wrote. (M-teen/F-adult, 
underage, reluc, inc, mast)

***

Author's Note: The mother in this story is Pamela 
Crane (played by the sexy MILF Belinda Montgomery who 
had also played Sonny Crockett's ex-wife on Miami 
Vice) from the Murder. She wrote episode "My Johnny 
Lies Over The Ocean", season one, episode fifteen.

Every time I've seen this episode I can't help jerking 
off as I check Pamela Crane out, especially at the 
beginning when she goes swimming then climbs out of 
the pool in slow motion in that blue bathing suit... 

I hope you enjoy this story and I want to wish you all 
a Happy Thanksgiving ~ G
 
***

I hardly remember my father. Mom married Johnny when I 
was very young and Johnny was always good to me [and 
to mom too] but never pushed me to call him dad. He 
just wanted to be my big buddy.

I wasn't around when Johnny died. They said mom took 
it hard; She had a nervous breakdown and was taken 
away for psychiatric treatment, whatever that is. I 
wasn't even thirteen yet and didn't understand why I 
was being carted off to live with grandpa and grandma. 
I didn't even get to see mom or go home. I was picked 
up at my all boys' school and taken directly to my 
grandparents' house.

I hardly knew them and missed mom really bad. But I 
grew to love grandpa and grandma. Especially grandma. 
She was very affectionate, always kissing me and 
hugging me. Mom was great but never a kisser or 
hugger.
 
I lived with my grandparents for over three years 
before it was decided mom should be released from her 
psychiatric care. They said she was getting better and 
Thanksgiving would be a good time to let her, a time 
to be with family.

She actually got out the day before Thanksgiving. 
Grandpa and I picked her up.

Mom looked so pretty in her blouse, skirt and blazer. 
Prettier than I remembered her...

What I actually remembered about mom wasn't even a 
memory. A few months after I went to live with my 
grandparents I had overheard grandma on the phone. 
Grandma was talking about how mom found Johnny's body. 
She said mom had gone for a swim and when she got out 
of the pool she grabbed her towel to dry off as she 
walked into the house. She had a drink in her hand 
which she dropped as soon as she saw Johnny lying on 
the carpet and ran to him.

Grandma said she didn't even want to repeat how Johnny 
looked when mom found him. She even shuddered. 
 
At first I tried to put it out of my mind, to not 
think about it. I was glad grandma didn't give the 
gory details.

But about a year ago all I could think about was that. 
Not mom finding Johnny so much, but mom swimming and 
coming out of the pool. I kept picturing mom in her 
favorite blue swimsuit; not a bikini, mom didn't wear 
those, but the kind that covered mom from above her 
breasts to her crotch.

Then a few months ago I started to dream about it. 
Almost nightly I'd dream of mom walking towards the 
pool in slow motion. Mom would slip out of her robe 
and I'd see her body in detail before she dived into 
the pool and swam for some time. Then she'd emerge 
from in slow motion - the whole dream was that way - 
water dripping down her body, her wet swimsuit 
clinging to her shapely body... Then the dream would 
slowly fade and I'd wake up in a cold sweat.

The first time I had that dream when I woke up my 
penis was hard and aching. I touched it and thick 
white stuff spurted out in a high arch and hit my 
muscular chest. 
 
I pulled my hand away in shock. The ache in my penis 
was greater but slowly dissipated as the swelling went 
back down.

I couldn't fall back to sleep and I was kind of a 
wreck in the morning. Grandma noticed and knew 
something was bothering me. I wanted to know what 
happened to me but I was too embarrassed to talk about 
it with grandma and grandpa would be of no help in 
that. He never had anything helpful to say.

But after I went to bed grandma cornered me and forced 
it out of me, seeing how weird I was acting since I 
got home from school.

When I told her she smiled. "That's nothing to be so 
embarrassed about," She assured me. "Lots of boys your 
age go through things like that, especially if they 
don't have a girlfriend."

I was confused. "What does having a girlfriend have to 
do with it, grandma?"

Grandma wanted on to explain to me about sex. Then she 
said "Since you're not having sex you had an erotic 
dream -which I promise I won't ask what or who it was 
about - and you got an erection from it. 

When you touched it you began to ejaculate.

Now don't repeat this to anyone especially to any of 
my friends, they wouldn't approve of what I'm about to 
say," Grandma chuckled, "but a young man needs sexual 
release now and again so it's all right to masturbate 
and ejaculate. At least in private, not in front of 
others," She winked and laughed.

Most of you might feel weirded-out by having your old 
grandmother talking about stuff like that. But grandma 
wasn't that old. At least I didn't think so. Grandma 
was in her late fifties but looked younger than her 
friends and grandpa, though grandpa was in his mid-
sixties anyway.

After grandma said good night I waited a few minutes 
to make sure she didn't make a surprise return. Then I 
pushed down my sheet and began to masturbate [grandma 
had told me how to do it]. My cock didn't get hard 
right away. I decided to think about mom. It hardened 
after that.

I tried to imagine my mother naked but I'd never seen 
a naked woman before so had a hard time picturing it. 

Then I imagined mom walking in as I masturbated in 
just her robe.

"It's all right, sweetie," Mom said in that strange 
dream voice, you know how voices sound in dreams. 
"It's normal to have some kind of sexual release," She 
smiled.

Mom glided across the room and sat on my bed next to 
me. She took my hand and removed it from my penis. 
"Let me help you..."

Mom wrapped her hand around my penis and took over 
masturbating me. I felt so... euphoric.

"That's it, ejaculate for your mom..." She said 
softly.

I groaned and began to spurt semen [that's what 
grandma said the white stuff was] on my chest. This 
time I didn't stop. I ejaculated on my chest five 
times, on my abs four and the last two only made it to 
my pubic hair.

As my penis softened I smiled, feeling so good. It was 
the most amazing sensation of my whole [albeit short] 
life.

I kept having the dream about mom but instead of 
waking up erect I'd masturbate it to hardness and make 
myself ejaculate. 

Now that I was seeing mom again for real, I was 
embarrassed about having those thoughts about her but 
at the same time so happy to see her.

"MOM!"

The past three years seemed to melt away as I ran to 
her, as if I were still a twelve years old boy.

Mom smiled when she saw me. I ran into her arms but 
unlike a small twelve year old boy I lifted her like 
the sixteen year old young man I now was and spun her 
around.

Mom laughed and when I put her down I saw she was 
blushing.

"I missed you so much, mom," I gushed.

"I missed you too, sweetie," She said. "You're all 
grown up now, I missed so much."

"Come on, grandpa's waiting for us."

Mom said thank you and good bye to the doctor and we 
walked back to the car and grandpa.

He hugged her but didn't say much. As I said, a man of 
few words.

I let mom sit in the front. I didn't want her to see 
the erection that had popped up so I sat behind her.

When we got to my grandparents' house, grandma hugged 
her and had a lot more to say than grandpa did. 

We had an early dinner then grandma dropped a 
surprise: She and grandpa were all packed and leaving 
for Florida until next Monday.

"You two have a lot of catching up to do and we can 
catch up when we get back.

Everything for Thanksgiving is in the kitchen, my 
friends will come in the morning to help you prepare 
the meal."

Their taxicab arrived right after she finished telling 
us. I helped them bring their suitcases out and stow 
them in the trunk. I shook grandpa's hand and hugged 
grandma, then they got in the taxicab and left.

Mom and I went back into the house and I closed the 
front door behind us.

"Well, I guess it's just you and me," I said.

"I guess so."

I hugged mom again. Grandma got me hooked on hugging 
and I felt the strong instinctive need to hug mom.

I also felt a strong instinct to get hard. I pulled 
away before mom felt it. I saw she was blushing again.

"Uhhh, I'm going to go take a shower. It's been a long 
time since I was last able to shower alone."

"Sure, Mom." 

I took the opportunity to go to my room and masturbate 
away my erection. I tried to imagine mom naked in the 
shower but still couldn't picture her body naked. I 
was sure I'd have the opportunity sometime now that 
mom was back.

Instead, I imagined I was taking the shower and mom 
came in with in that blue bathing suit and began to 
masturbate me. I was soon gasping and groaning and 
minutes later spewing all over my sheet.

I tried to keep it together, but it wasn't easy. Part 
of me said "Keep cool" while another part of me wanted 
to hold and protect mom. I knew what would happen if I 
held her, though...

I did, though. Hold her that is. After dinner mom 
suggested "Let's watch tv."

"All right, mom."

I let her pick the show and I cuddled up to her on the 
sofa. I couldn't see mom's face but I pictured her 
blushing because her body went rigid as soon as I 
touched her.

But slowly she relaxed and put her arm around me. This 
is nice... I thought to myself. 

During the commercials mom ran her fingers through my 
hair and asked me how school had been since we last 
saw each other. I told her about eighth grade 
graduation and the awards I received and how different 
High School was from elementary.

Mom surprised me by asking if I had a girlfriend. I 
felt my face grow hot for some reason. "Mom..."

She chuckled. "What, your mom can't ask about your 
love life?"

What love life? I thought. Just my hand, that's all. I 
couldn't tell her that.

"I don't have a girlfriend, mom, okay?"

"I'm surprised a handsome young man like you doesn't 
have a girlfriend yet."


I was still embarrassed but pleased mom thought I was 
handsome. "Thanks, mom." I kissed her on the cheek and 
she blushed.

I eventually began to get too comfortable and put my 
head on mom's lap. Mom jumped up and said "I think I 
should go to bed. Long day tomorrow."

"Me too, mom," I said. She shut off the tv and I 
hugged her, feeling her large breasts against my chest 
[I never realized how large they were]. 

I kissed her and said good night. Mom mumbled good 
night, slipped from my hug and rushed off to bed.

I went to my room, stripped and crawled under my 
blanket. I began to masturbate, imagining myself 
rubbing mom's big breasts through her blouse as she 
slipped my penis out of my jeans and masturbated me 
until I came on her pretty blouse. In reality I 
ejaculated into my blanket and drifted soundly to 
sleep... until a scream awoke me. Mom!

I jumped out of bed and threw on my jeans. Throwing 
open my door, I ran down the hall to mom's room, 
throwing open her door as well.

"Mom!" I exclaimed as I hit the light.

She was still screaming as I came in, sitting up in 
bed with the sheet around her waist and her upper body 
on display in her thin nightie. I could tell mom was 
braless and her huge breasts shook as she screamed.

"Mom, it's all right, I'm here." I put my arms around 
her, at first she didn't seem to know who I was and 
fought me off. "Mom, it's me," I said soothingly.

Soon she realized who I was and clung to me, shaking. 

"Mom, it's going to be all right," I said, running my 
fingers through my hair like she would do when I was 
little and I'd had a bad dream.

"It... it was terrible, Jimmy..." She shuddered.

"You had a bad dream, mom?"

"Ye - yes," She clung to me tighter. I could almost 
feel her breasts through the thin fabric against my 
bare chest.

"Was it about...Johnny?" I asked delicately.

Mom pulled back a little so she could look at me. "H - 
how did you know?"

"A few months after I came to live with grandma and 
grandpa I heard grandma on the phone talking about it. 
Not what you saw, about how you went for a swim, got 
out of the pool, started to dry off and found him..."


Mom nodded.

"I-I've been dreaming about it myself for about a year 
now," I admitted for some reason.

Mom gasped. "You have?!?"

I nodded.

"M-my dreams about him started to slowly go away about 
him about a year ago..." Mom said, her face pale. "I 
hadn't dreamed about Johnny in months. Until tonight."

Neither of us said a word for nearly a minute 

Then "Tell me about your dream," Mom requested.

"Well, it's all in slow motion," I began. "You're 
walking toward the pool, slipping off your fluffy 
white you used to wear. You have on your blue bathing 
suit. My favorite.

You dive into the pool and swim around for a long time 
then you climb out, the dream slowly fades after that, 
the first time I woke up in a cold sweat." I didn't 
want to tell mom about how I saw her body, especially 
after she came out of the pool dripping wet, OR my 
first erection upon waking up.

Mom gasped when I finished. "That was exactly like my 
dream... Except it went on further, you mostly know 
what happened next..."

I nodded.


"I feel better talking to you about it," Mom smiled. 
"So my blue bathing suit was always your favorite?"

"Yeah, mom," I blushed.

Mom giggled when she noticed me blushing.

I don't know why I did it, but I leaned forward and 
kissed mom on the lips. Her eyes went wide. My hands 
wandered to her breasts and cupped them. 

Mom pushed my hands off of her breasts and pushed me 
away, horror in her eyes.

I realized what I'd just done and the blood seemed to 
drain from my face. I rose from the bed and backed 
away.

"I don't know what came over me, mom," I said. "I'm 
sorry. If you're all right now..."

"Yeah," Mom nodded. "Then I'll go back to bed."

I left without saying good night, rushed out of her 
room and locked myself in mine.

Of course my penis was erect as Hell and aching. I 
stripped and masturbated wildly.

This time I imagined pushing mom on the bed, pulling 
back the covers and penetrating her vagina, though I 
had no idea what her vagina looked like of course.

I imagined having sex with mom and mom starting to 
like it. When I ejaculated I imagined ejaculating 
inside mom, even though that would could her pregnant.

I was so exhausted after that I immediately was out 
like a light.

***

I slept late Thanksgiving morning. I didn't come out 
of my room until at least noon. 
 
I figured mom was still in the kitchen preparing the 
Thanksgiving dinner and maybe grandma's friends were 
still here. I slipped to the bathroom and jumped in 
the shower.

My fantasy about mom coming into the shower and 
masturbating me returned to me and I was quickly 
erect. Of course I masturbated, imagining mom and I 
having sex in the shower. My fantasies about mom were 
getting more intense and more dangerous. I finally 
ejaculated, rinsed off and got out of the shower.

I went back to my room after I dried and dressed. I 
went to see if mom needed help. She was just coming 
out of the kitchen alone and said all there was left 
to do was wait, so we watched tv.

I tried to keep my distance from mom. But soon she was 
cuddling against me and I found myself running my 
fingers through mom's hair.

It wasn't long before mom's head was on my lap. If I 
hadn't ejaculated a while ago I know I would've gotten 
hard.

But mom soon sat up. "Everything should be done now, 
let's go in the kitchen." 

I followed mom into the kitchen, eyes on her swaying 
butt. I started to get hard again. Fortunately mom 
told me to sit down at the head of the table so she 
didn't see it.

Mom took the turkey out of the oven and placed it on 
the serving tray. She brought it to the table and set 
it near me. Then she put the stuffing, mash potato, 
gravy and cranberry sauce into bowls and arranged them 
on the table along with grandma's famous pumpkin pie 
in a graham cracker crust.

Mom sat down to my right. "Happy Thanksgiving, Jimmy," 
She smiled, taking my hand.

"Happy Thanksgiving, Mom!" I said, feeling twelve once 
more.

"You're the man of the house now, why don't you say 
grace then carve the turkey."

"All right, mom." I prayed over our Thanksgiving 
dinner then began to carve the turkey.

It was the best meal I had had in years. I think it 
was mostly because mom was there.

After I hugged mom and kissed her [on the lips again] 
and told her "Great meal, mom!"

She smiled, not blushing nor pushing me away this 
time. 

"Thank you, but don't forget I had help."

"Blah, I'm not going to kiss them too," I joked.

Mom laughed. "No you're not! Now help me put away the 
leftovers, sweetie."

"Sure, mom."

We put all the leftovers away then I helped mom load 
the dishwasher. Then she suggested we watch tv.

I sat on the sofa and she slid beside, grabbing my arm 
and putting it around her.

We watched tv in silence for about an hour. When the 
next commercial came on mom spoke.

"You know, I haven't been with a man for more than 
three years," She said.

"You mean sexually?" I blurted.

Mom laughed. "You're too smart for your own good! 
Yeah, sexual. How you know about that?"

"Grandma told me about stuff when I...had an erotic 
dream about a year ago."

Mom got quiet again.

Finally "I miss Johnny. But I miss sex too. I don't 
know why I'm telling you this but I feel like I can 
share this with you since you told me about the 
dreams. Somehow we're connected now."

"I guess," I nodded. 

"When you... when you grabbed me and hugged me 
yesterday my...well I got wet between my legs," Mom 
said, then shook her head. "I can't believe I'm 
telling this to my son. When you hugged me when we 
were first alone in the house I was torn between 
desire and disgust."

"Why, mom?"

She shook her head. "When I went to take a shower, 
I...I masturbated."

"Girls do that?!?" I blurted.

Mom laughed. "Yes, girls do that. Moms too. When you 
put your head on my lap last night I was in such 
turmoil I had to get away from you or...I'd have done 
something I'd regret. I went to my room and 
masturbated again. I feel so ashamed."

"Mom, I masturbated too when you were in the shower 
AND after we went to bed. In separate beds of course."

"You did?!?" Mom gasped.

I nodded. "In the shower too this afternoon."

Mom looked embarrassed but smiled.

"I'm kind of scared, though," I admitted. "My 
fantasies about you keep getting more and more 
intense."

"Really?" Mom gushed. "How so?"

"Well... I started out imagining you masturbating me. 

First catching me in my room then in the shower in 
your blue bathing suit."

"You really do like my blue bathing suit..." Mom 
interrupted teasingly.

"But after what happened in your room last night, I 
fantasized I had sex with you instead of leaving your 
room, and in the shower I imagined we had sex in 
there."

Mom moaned. "I'm getting so turned on," She admitted. 
"When you kissed me last night...and grabbed my 
breasts, I was so shocked. I couldn't believe what you 
were doing, and I told myself I couldn't cheat on 
Johnny. But I had time to think about it. Especially 
when I masturbated again later. I realized Johnny was 
gone. You're the only man in my life now."

"Mom..."

She put her finger to my lip. "Shhh."

Standing up, she shut off the tv and offered me her 
hand. I stood up and took it.

Mom led me to her room and shut the door. She 
undressed, baring her body to me, the first naked body 
I had ever seen. Mom was beautiful.

She undressed me too. "Oooo," She cooed, eyeing my 
penis. 

"Yours is bigger than Johnny's was..."

I was achingly erect as mom led me by my penis to her 
bed. She lay back on it, spread her legs and pulled me 
on top of her.

Still holding my penis, she guided it to her dark-
haired vagina and slid it in her.

I groaned. My first vagina. Even though I'd never had 
sex before for real I felt it wasn't really my first 
time since I had fantasized we had sex twice before.

Not a word was spoken as I began to move in and out of 
mom's vagina, which was hot, tight, and so wet.

Mom was breathing heavy as she clung to me. I 
instinctively moved in and out of her faster. Mom 
began to moan and throw back her head.

"Oh... Ohhhh... OHHHH... I'm... I'm having an orgasm! 
OHH!"

Mom writhed and convulsed under me and her vagina 
squeezed my penis as she had her orgasm, something 
grandma conveniently didn't tell me about.

Mom's orgasm soon subsided but it wasn't her only one. 
I had no idea women had several orgasms and men only 
had one. Go figure. 

I lost track of how many times mom orgasmed, twenty-
five times to say the least. Hell, maybe forty.

Me, I lasted about forty-five minutes before I felt it 
coming. "I'm going to orgasm too, mom!" I groaned as I 
started to pull out.

"NO!!" Mom cried out, holding me tight. "Do it in 
me..."

Suddenly I really wanted to ejaculate in mom. I 
suddenly cut loose and began to ejaculate my semen 
deep into mom, making her squeal.

"My son is spurting me! My son is spurting in me! 
Mmmm, he's spurting a lot..."

When I finally stopped ejaculating, I lay atop mom, 
exhausted and both of us sweaty.

After a while I finally said "Happy Thanksgiving, mom. 
I love you."

Mom giggled. "I love you too."

"Can we do it again?" I asked.

Mom laughed. "Do you really have to ask?" She winked.

Hmmm. I guess not... 

THE END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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