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Emilia Clarke's Christmas To Forget (Celebstars & Roleplaymaster)

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Filming had been long and hard for Emilia. The sixth season of Game of Thrones was coming along nicely for next year but it had been the hardest season to do so far. There was a lot of travelling to be done and many countries to visit and it had taken it's toll on the cast who were given an extra week holiday for Christmas.

This granted Emilia a rare occasion to surprise her family. Most notably her boyfriend, who she had missed dearly. After finalizing some retakes on set and ironing out the small details, she booked a flight back to the UK as fast as she could.

Despite being jet lagged and tired from her four hour flight, Emilia hailed a taxi and the first destination was the man she had been dating for seven months. She had a really good feeling about Jimmy, he was good with her son and had shown no interest in her fame or fortune. She hadn't paid for anything since they got together.

Paying the cab driver his fare along with a tip she walked up the stairs to the man's home and used her key she was given. As soon as the door opened her stomach turned with nerves and her body shook. Noises coming from a room sounded like a couple were having fun. Walking forward, she crept up to the bedroom and looked through the gap to see her boyfriend having sex with another female. Anger filled her.

A vase was nearby, she took it and grasped it in her hand before opening the door completely and threw it at him. "You piece of shit!" Closing the door Emilia then ran out and found the same cab driver sitting in the same spot. In a hurry, she left, crying her eyes out as she went home.

Slamming her front door when she had arrived, she grabbed a bottle of wine from the cupboard and started to pour herself a glass. There was no better time to get a little tipsy she thought. Due to all the commotion she had almost forgot to tell her parents that she was back home. Her son was staying with them. Sending a text to her mother that she had arrived back early, she expected Isaac home soon.
 
Isaac sighed, making a random beat by slapping his knees. He did that quite often when he was bored. Currently, the 15 year old was in a taxi, returning to his home at last. His mother had been out doing her job the last few months, but finally he would be able to hang out with her. They could put up decorations, put the tree up... it would be fun!

Using his spare key to get into the house, Isaac found his mother at the kitchen bench, red wine in hand. The bottle beside her was missing about a quarter of the liquid, and from the cork sitting next to it, Isaac knew that the bottle was only just opened tonight. "Mum, what's wrong?" Isaac asked, approaching her and bending over, so his face was level with her own.

Despite the horrible mood his mother was in, he could not help but study her face. She had such smooth and beautiful features, it was no wonder she got the part of Daenerys in Game of Thrones. His peers at school teased him about how hot his mother was, and after reluctantly watching her nude scenes in the TV Show, Isaac could not help but agree. Ever since he began watching, he had developed a crush on his mother. Since she did not seem to want to separate from the wine, maybe he could use that to finally relieve some stress he has had for ages...

"Mum? This place is looking a bit bare. How about you get your mind off of whatever happened, by helping me put up the tree?" The boy suggested, placing a hand on her lower back.
 
Emilia was quite short in height compared to her son. He towered over her despite being fifteen. When he entered, she looked up at him and then made level eye contact when he bent over the counter an spoke with her. "It doesn't matter what is wrong" the brunette replied, a vast difference from the long blonde locks of her on screen character. Emilia had banned her son from watching the show because of her nude scenes, only allowing him to watch the later seasons as she refused to do anymore.

"That's a good idea, your a good boy" smiling, the way she spoke he would of been able to tell she had been drinking even if he hadn't of seen the bottle. Her green dress was showing some cleavage, meant for her now ex boyfriend and the pantyhose she wore underneath showed off her slim legs and meaty thighs.

"Let's do it, do you know where it all is? I want another glass to pour myself." Lifting the bottle up, the neck rested on the glass and the red wine fell in to the glass with a splash. Emilia wasn't taking things lightly, she was filling it to the rim.
 
His plan was working, and he didn't have to put any effort in at all. Excellent. Leaving her to have another large glass of wine, Emilia's son began to find all the Christmas decorations, including the tree itself. By the time everything was finished, he wouldn't be surprised if her glass was empty again.

First, the tree was put up. It was a tree that stood just taller than Isaac, making it easier to put all the decorations on. The boy began by wrapping the lights around it, ensuring everything wouldn't fall, and then plugging it in. "Okay, put some tinsel on it Mum. Put as much or as little as you like." He instructed, walking up to her spot in the kitchen. As she left, Isaac took the bottle of wine and filled her glass back up to the brim.

Walking up behind his mother, his body was inches away from her own, so when she took a step back, she would walk into him. "Oops, sorry." the boy said, catching her and ensuring her body was pressed against his for a few innocent moments, giving her a glimpse of the body that will be rubbing against her own in a few hours. Releasing her, he looked at the tree. "You did good. What should we put on next?" He asked her.
 
Emilia was half way through her glass as she watched her son do the tree. She had a nice feeling about it, with all the bad in the world she had something good here, a son who cared for her and wouldn't hurt her. Yet she didn't know his plans for her. When he came over to her, she looked at the tree with the lights on and criticized him. "It isn't on straight, you have to even it all out." Leaving her glass, she walked over to the tree and sorted it, as well as doing the tinsel that he had told her to do. A varied amount of colours were wrapped around it, gold silver, red and blue. Soon enough it was looking a lot more Christmas like in the home.

She couldn't do the top part as it was to tall, but she stepped on a stool and managed to tip toe to the top and wrap the last piece around it. Falling back off the stool, she hit her son and turned around. Seeing her glass, she hadn't even bothered to notice it was full once more, figuring she left it like that.

Gulping it down, a quarter of it was gone already. Holding her head with the back of her hand she started getting groggy and feeling a little light headed.

"We need Christmas Tunes!" She said, her lips smiling. "We need them on, and the stockings! We need them on to! Go put yours up. I am going to make sure this is the best Christmas you ever had!"
 
Isaac grinned at his mother, seeing how drunk she was already becoming. "I'll go grab the Christmas CDs and the stockings. Sit down and just relax. Take your shoes off; if you're lucky, I might even give you a massage?" The boy offered. On a few occasions, he had found his mother using a foot massager after a long day. Isaac felt that a human touch would be something she would prefer, and in her drunken state, Emilia likely wouldn't care where the touch came from.

Returning to the living room after a few minutes, her son placed the Christmas CD inside the player and let it run, the first song being 'Jingle Bell Rock'. The boy placed his and his mother's stockings above the fireplace, and took a seat on the couch. "So what do you say Mum? Want a massage?" Isaac asked, looking at her with a gentle smile. "It can be an early Christmas gift, since I can't give you your real one until Christmas."
 
"Your good" she said, as he told her to take a seat while he got the things needed to obey her request. Falling on to the couch, a little wine fell over the glass and started to run down it towards her fingers. Licking it with her pink tongue, she leaned against the glass with her eyes almost rolling. What she felt like doing now was sleeping. But she was drawn from her slumber when the music started to play.

"I love this song!" Emilia smiled, kicking her shoes off and lifting her feet up to her son. She was waving them near his face, covered in her pantyhose. "I think I have had enough to drink, if I carry on I won't remember your amazing massage will I? My early Christmas present from you." The glass was half full and she put it down on the floor next to the sofa.

"You don't want me to drunk do you!" Resting her feet on his lap, she waited for him to begin.
 
Isaac altered his position so both he and his mother were laying along the couch, though the boy still remained in a seated position. Emilia's feet rested on his stomach, easily accessible to his hands for an easy massage. When she mentioned not drinking any more, he knew he had to protest. "No no, continue drinking. You can be quite fun to watch when you're a bit drunk." Isaac teased lightly, his hands moving to her feet. Isaac's thumbs and fingers pressed firmly to her feet, rubbing them thoroughly. On occasion, his hands would run up her calves a bit, stopping below the knees, and then falling back down to Emilia's feet.

"Go ahead and drink as much wine as you like." He added, pausing the massage for a brief moment. Grabbing the bottle, Isaac filled Emilia's glass to the top. "See, you now have a full glass of wine. You shouldn't waste that." He laughed, resuming the massage once again. After a few minutes of silence on Isaac's part, he spoke up once again. "Is your feet the only problem you have? I'm more than happy to give you a full body massage." He offered. "All you need to do is drink wine and relax, it sounds like the perfect holiday." Isaac said, trying to tempt his drunk mother into accepting.
 
"Drink as much as I like? You have changed your tune a bit. You didn't even like me drinking at your grandparents. You said I was embarrassing." To Emilia herself, she said that sentence flawlessly but to others in her company, it was a slur and shambles. She liked his fingers moving in between her toes, the pantyhose she wore made it all feel softer to, it gave her great comfort.

It didn't last long, cut short abruptly as he poured her some more red wine, filling it to the top and handing her the glass. "No I shouldn't waste it. Your right" Sipping it, so it wasn't to full, her lips were turning red from all of the drinking and her tongue was more red than it should have been.

"My shoulders are tense, you could rub them. Do you want me to sit on the floor so you can massage them?" Her slurred words may have been difficult to understand. Her eyes seemed droopy and her hands seemed to weak to even lift up her glass anymore.
 
The boy shrugged slightly. "That was in a more public setting. When we're alone it's fine, but when there's other people, it does get a bit embarrassing." Isaac explained his personality change, absent-mindedly noticing how much Emilia was enjoying the massage. His plan was working amazingly so far, as his mother was so drunk she could barely string words together. His hands were on her body, innocently at the moment, but soon they would be touching everything.

At the offer of rubbing her shoulders, Isaac nodded. "You're fine on the couch, but I'll get you to move up a bit." The son requested, so then there was space behind her. When this happened, he slipped in behind her, so his groin was pressed lightly against her lower back. Thankfully he was not erect yet, but that would soon change.

Emilia was gently eased back, her head resting on her son's chest and his cock resting against her back. From this point of view, Isaac had the perfect view down her dress, which was beginning to cause an erection to grow. Moving his hands to her shoulders and neck, the boy began his massage. While it may not have been the best massage, due to her drunken state, Isaac hoped that it would feel a lot better than it actually was. He was having plenty of fun with it, touching her bare skin.
 
Moving forward a little bit from the arm rest, she created a gap for her son who slipped in behind her. The feeling of his hands on her shoulders weren't as good as her feet, but it was still nice. Sitting up a little more, she pulled the dress from her shoulders to allow him more skin and flesh to touch.

Resting her head on his chest, she slowly sipped at the wine which was now doing more harm than good. The view of her cleavage was spectacular from his position and many men would have paid for such a pleasure. "I love you son" Emilia mentioned, head spinning the wine glass swung to the left, fell on to the carpet with her arm stretched out. "Oh no" trying to sit up, she was in no state to try and clean it up.
 
"I love you to mum" Isaac replied softly, reaching out in an attempt to stop the wine from spilling. Unfortunately, all that he achieved was that wine spilled all over his fingers. "Mum.. Mum!" He said, trying to get her attention instead of her looking at the wine. "We're getting new carpet two weeks from now, remember? You don't need to worry about that little spill." He told her. "In the meantime, a bit of wine spilled onto my fingers, and we don't want any of it to go to waste, remember?" He asked, before continuing. "Would you like a bit more wine?" Isaac finished, offering his wet fingers to her to lick or suck.

Now sporting a full hard on, Isaac tried to figure out how to get his mother naked or almost naked. Bumping her elbow purposely, some wine fell onto her dress. "Oh no, I'm sorry!" He apologised, as if he didn't mean to do that. "Quick, lets go to your room and I'll help you out of your dress. Then I can give you a more thorough massage." Isaac offered.
 
"No waste" she said, shaking her head, as he put his fingers to her mouth. Slowly taking her tongue out she licked at each one, even sucking on the middle finger. Her head bobbed, it seemed she had sucked something like that before. A bump of her elbow and the glass she has picked up off the carpet spilled on to the dress, the little wine remaining in it making sure her clothes were ruined.

"I....Isaac...loo...look what...you did..." she mumbled, trying to sit up, but finding it hard to.

Everything was a blur, she looked around the room she was in and found it was her own bedroom. Squinting her eyes she looked dead ahead and looked at the ceiling. Emilia was on her back, on her bed and felt some tugging from below.
 
"It's alright, I'll help." Isaac cooed softly, taking the glass from her and placing it on the living room table. Helping the drunk woman to her feet, the boy almost had to carry her to her room. The mother fell to the bed immediately, so it was up to Isaac to help her strip. Reaching up under her dress, Isaac began with Emilia's pantyhose, easing it down slowly. After a moment, it was off, and Isaac was quite proud of himself that there was no complaints. Unzipping her dress, that was soon on the floor too. She was now just in some lacy looking underwear which drove Isaac's erection absolutely crazy! Since he had unzipped her, Emilia was now resting on her stomach.

"Okay mum. You look a little tired from the wine, so I was thinking maybe a massage might help you stay up.. or fall asleep, but I don't mind whatever happens." He assured her. If she did fall asleep, he would have more free reign to explore her body. If she woke when doing this, that would be great, but if not, he would have to wake her himself somehow.

Looking around the room, Isaac soon found what he was looking for - baby oil. Isaac removed all his clothes except his underwear, and straddled his mother's butt, squirting some oil onto Emilia's back. The bra was unclasped but kept on her as her son ran his hands along her back, being as soft and sensual as possible, attempting to turn his mother on. His cock occasionally pressed between her ass cheeks, and the smell of Isaac's pre-cum was beginning to get stronger.
 
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