Chapter 1955: MOM SLEEPS WITH SON ON HER BIRTHDAY
Able to control himself from putting his horny hands on his mother's shapely body, but after plying her with wine, Jason no longer controlled himself from inappropriately touching her. Making his move of sexual seduction, this was his chance to see if he could be sexually intimate with his MILF of a mother, Christine. Taking advantage that today was her birthday and that she had been drinking, nineteen-year-old Jason wrapped his arms around his mother's waist and hugged her. Then as if she was his girlfriend instead of his mother, he pulled her to him and gave her a full body-to-body hug.
As if she belonged there, she felt so good in his arms. Something that he had never done before, not like this, never like this, he loved hugging his mother as if he was her lover instead of her son. She felt firm and womanly soft at the same time in his arms. Her Chanel perfume traveled up his nose to his brain and down to his semi-erect cock. He wondered if his mother could feel his throbbing prick pulsating against her. While hoping she'd make the first, sexual move, he'd love nothing more than for her to reach down and touch him through his jeans.
When, he rested his horny hands at the top of her buttocks, he was tempted to drop his hands down and squeeze his mother's ass through her short skirt. He was tempted to lift the back of her short skirt and feel her shapely ass through her panties. He's always wanted to touch, feel, grope, and squeeze his mother's sexy ass.
With her walking, swimming, skating, cycling, playing tennis, lifting dumbbells, and doing Yoga, she had such a firm, round ass. Yet, instead of touching, feeling, and squeezing his mother's ass, whenever she had his back turned to him, he stared at her shapely backside. He couldn't count how many times he had masturbated over imagining seeing and feeling his mother's naked ass.
She drove him mad with incestuous lust and erotic desire whenever she wore her bikini without having the modesty to wear a wrap around her waist. As if she was walking around him in her panties, he stared at all that he could see of the shape of his mother's bikini clad ass and her pussy mound. While imagining her naked, he stared at all that he could see of her camel toe and her pussy slit. Unable to tell, he wondered if her blonde pubic hair was shaved, trimmed, or bushy. He'd love to see his mother naked, totally naked.
With his friends' mothers ten-years-older than his mother, Christine had a better ass than all of his friends' mothers. She had a fabulous ass and all of his friends stared at his mother's ass. His friends' mothers had fat asses and flabby asses. His MILF of a mother had a shapely ass and a firm ass. He was proud of his mother's ass. His friends were always favorably, albeit inappropriately commenting on his mother's magnificent ass. They all wished they had a mother who had an ass like his mother.
Instead of wearing oversized housecoats to hide their fat asses as his friends' mothers did, pleased with her ass and showing it off, she wore tight yoga pants and jogging pants outside and around the house. Again, something he never did before, instead, settling for groping and squeezing his mother's ass, feeling her nipples erecting, he squished her D cup breasts against his muscular chest and pressed his growing erection against her stomach.
Even though he felt like a pervert for rubbing his erection against his mother, he loved how it felt to treat her as if she was his girlfriend instead of her mother. Wishing she was, he loved treating her as if she was his whore. He'd love to find a woman who not only looked like his mother but also who talked like her, walked like her, and laughed like his mother. Only, impossible to find his mother's clone, sadly nothing more than a sexual fantasy, if only he could, he'd settle for having incestuous sex with his mother.
Again, while hugging her, as if he was her boyfriend or her lover, he stared in her big, blue eyes and she stared in his soft, brown eyes. Then, something unexpectedly and, again, something that he had never done before, but always wanted to do, after daring himself to do so, he kissed his mother on her lips. The first time kissing her on her lips, normally, he kissed her on the cheek or on the forehead but never on her lips. This time, curious to see her reaction to him kissing her, he kissed her on her lips, Jason finally kissed his mother on the lips.
Seemingly surprising her that he kissed her on the lips, Christine looked at her son with wide-eyed sexual arousal. He looked at his mother with surprised shock that she allowed him to kiss her without turning her head away. She looked at him as if she wanted to return his kiss on the lips with her deep, wet kiss and he looked at her as if he wanted to part her lips with his tongue and French kiss her. Only, seemingly too afraid to make the first, sexual move, she didn't dare French kiss him and he didn't dare French kiss her either.
Their kiss only lasted a few seconds. Yet, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, he'd love to give his mother a romantic kiss instead of a peck on the lips. Not an easy thing to do, even though he dared himself to do so, he controlled himself from parting her lips with his tongue and sticking his tongue in his mother's mouth. Nevertheless, while still tempted to do so, he wondered what it would feel like to give her a deep, wet kiss. He wondered if she'd return his deep, wet kiss with her deep, wet kiss.
Even though he dared himself to French kiss his mother, and even after he built up the courage to do so, he couldn't do it. Nevertheless, he still wondered what her reaction would be if he had parted her lips with his tongue and romantically kissed her. Would she return his French kiss with her deep, wet kiss or would she turn her head and push him away? A fine line to cross, he wondered if his mother was as sexually attracted to him as he was sexually attracted to her. The only way to know was to kiss her.
With her already having had two glasses of wine, leaving it up to her, he hoped that she'd make the next, sexual move but she didn't. Ready to return her kiss with his kiss, he hoped that she'd part his lips with her tongue and French kiss him. If only, she'd take the first, sexual step, he'd follow and take the next, sexual step. Sensing that she wanted to kiss him, seemingly, they were both too afraid to take the next, sexual step to have forbidden mother and son sex.
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No doubt, something that every son had thought about doing when masturbating himself and something that every mother had sexually fantasized doing when masturbating herself, sexually lusting over one another was the culmination of their sexual attraction to one another. Who would make the first, incestuous step? Would Christine sexually solicit her son for sex or would Jason make his sexual attraction known to his mother by touching her, feeling her, and French kissing her? With him almost twenty-years-old, it was a game of cat and mouse that they had been playing for nearly, two years, since he turned eighteen-years-old.
Playing a game of chicken, it was as if one dared the other to go where no mother should go with her son and no son should go with his mother. Since he became legal and fair, sexual game when he turned eighteen-years-old, they were seemingly content on deliberately sexually teasing one another by flashing one another. While making their flashes appear unintentionally accidental, sexually teasing him, whenever sitting across from him with her knees parted, she flashed him her panties in upskirt peeks and her bra and cleavage in down blouse views.
Returning the sexual favor of his mother flashing him, knowing she'd open his closed bedroom door without knocking when bringing up his laundry, Jason flashed his mother his erect, naked cock multiple times when deliberately allowing her to catch him masturbating. Hearing her walking up the stairs and walking down the hall towards his room, he'd quickly strip himself naked, put his headphones on, and close his eyes while sitting in front of his desktop computer. With her thinking that he didn't know that she was there in his room, sometimes, she'd stay to watch him stroking himself.
With her unaware that he was recording her with his computer camera that was mounted to his computer, sometimes she'd stay to watch him cum. Sometimes, when horny enough, seemingly unbeknownst to him and unaware that he was recording her, she'd even masturbate herself with him. She'd pull up her nightgown to her waist and finger her pussy as he continued stroking his prick with his eyes closed and his headphones on. She'd finger her nipples through her nightgown before removing her breasts from the top of her nightgown to pull, turn, twist, and suck her nipples.
Seemingly, one was waiting for the other to take the first step across the forbidden line of incestuous sex. If only Jason knew that Christine wouldn't reject her son if he made the next, sexual move and deeply kissed her. If only Christine knew that Jason wouldn't reject his mother if she made the first, sexual move by allowing him to feel and squeeze her shapely ass while fondling her D cup breasts. Instead of hiding their true, sexual feelings, if only they were on the same sexual page, mother and son would already be having forbidden sex by now.
Only, as if there was an electrified, barbed wire fence between them, neither one could go where a mother should never go with her son and a son should never go with his mother. If only she knew that he'd love to feel and fondle her naked breasts and if only he knew that she'd love him to sleep with her, hold her, hug her, spoon her, and cuddle her. Again, if only they knew that one wouldn't reject the other when touching and feeling one another, they'd already be sleeping with one another in his mother's bed and they'd already be having sex.
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"Happy Birthday, Mom," said Jason at the end of their birthday celebration.
Christine beamed her son a loving smile.
"Thank you for all the lovely gifts, Jason, the candy, the flowers, the perfume, the wine, and this amazing nightgown. It's so beautiful and so sexy. Blue is my favorite color," she Christine holding up the nightgown in front of her while admiring it. "But you shouldn't have spent so much money. You must have spent your entire paycheck on me."
Jason made a face.
"It's a special day, Mom. Today is your birthday. You'll never be thirty-nine-years-old again. Next year, you'll be over the hill. You'll be an old lady. You'll be forty," said Jason with a laugh. "Next year, I'll buy you a walker for your birthday and diapers for Christmas," he said with a laugh.
Christine rolled her eyes.
"Thanks for reminding me that I'll be forty-years-old next year," she said with a little laugh. "I still remember my thirtieth birthday when the girls took me to a CFNM strip club. Never have I been as drunk. Never have I groped, stroked, and sucked as many cocks," she said suddenly embarrassed that she blurted that out.
Jason stared at his mother with stunned disbelief that his mother admitted that she had groped, stroked, and sucked strippers' cocks.
"Oh, sorry. I'm ruining my motherly image. Whenever I get together with my friends after I had been drinking, I become a loose woman. I become a slut," she said with a dirty laugh. "You didn't know that your mother is a bit of a cocksucking whore," she said with a dirty laugh.
Jason looked at his mother shocked that she called herself a bit of a cocksucking whore. When she did, he imagined her stroking his cock. He imagined her leaning forward to put her head in his lap or moving to her knees in front of him. Jason imagined his mother continuing to stroke him while taking his erect prick in her mouth and blowing him. He imagined his cocksucking whore of a mother sucking his cock and allowing him to cum in her mouth, all over her face, and across her naked breasts.
"I love sucking cock," she said. "I love it when a man ejaculates in my mouth and all over my face. I love receiving a cum bath," she said with a dirty laugh while giving her son a sexy smile and a naughty look as if she wanted to suck his cock.
Jason was stunned that his mother admitted that she loved sucking cock and men cumming in her mouth. He didn't know what to say to his mother admitting that she loved it when a man ejaculated all over her face. He was sexually excited to hear his mother say that she loved receiving cum baths.
"You're not a whore, mother. You're the furthest thing from a whore," he said defending her morals and modesty. "You're closer to being a nun than you are to being a whore," he said with a laugh. "There's no other woman as morally modest who ever roamed the planet than you," he said continuing to defend his mother's reputation.
Admittingly knowing herself better than her son, she made a face and rolled her eyes.
"Thank you but don't kid yourself, Jason, I can be plenty raunchy when in the mood and when with my friends, and especially when drinking," she said giving him the eye. "Pregnant with you at eighteen-years-old while still in high school, then with my mother caring for you while in college, between frat parties and spring breaks, I've had quite the sexual past," she said giving her son the eye.
Not knowing what to say to his mother's sexual confession, he looked as uncomfortable as he looked sexually excited.
"Unable to help myself, in my younger days, I really did love sucking cock. I was a very talented cocksucker. I really did love it when a man ejaculated cum in my mouth and all over my face," she said with a dirty laugh. "I really did love receiving cum baths." Christine smiled at her son. "Before I became a loving mother, to be honest, I was a nasty whore."
With the wine that she drank talking, Jason couldn't believe all that his mother confessed. He couldn't believe that she told him that she loved sucking cock. He couldn't believe it when she said that she loved it when a man ejaculated cum in her mouth and all over her face. He couldn't believe that his MILF of a mother loved receiving cum baths. He couldn't believe that his mother called herself a nasty whore.
'My MILF of a mother is, indeed, a cocksucking whore,' he thought. 'I had no idea that she had such a checkered, sexual past. I had no idea that she loved sucking cock and swallowing cum.'
Now that she told him about her past and confessed her cocksucking skills, he'd love for his mother to suck his cock. Imagining her on her knees in front of him, he'd love her to give him a blowjob. He'd love to cum in her mouth and all over her face. He'd love to give his mother a cum bath. Only, he didn't dare ask to have sex with her. Something so forbidden, wrong, and nasty, with them never crossing the incestuous line, the fact remained that she was his mother and he was her son.
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"Thank you again for all of these birthday gifts," she said.
Seemingly preoccupied with the nightgown, she held the nightgown up to her again as if imagining it on her.
"You're welcome, Mom," he said looking at her admiring the nightgown he bought her. "Go try in on. I'd love to see how it looks on you," said Jason while hoping that she would model her nightgown for him.
Christine slid her hand beneath the sheer fabric of the nightgown. She was as embarrassed as she was sexually aroused. If she tried this sheer nightgown on for her son, he could see her as if she was naked. He could clearly see her naked tits, her naked ass, and her naked pussy.
Yet, it sexually aroused her to think of flashing her son her naked body while modeling the sheer and sexy nightgown that he bought for her. Not wanting to disappoint him, no doubt, he bought her this nightgown for her to wear in front of him without a robe. No doubt, he was hoping to see more of her nearly naked body than he had ever seen before.
With her unaware that he had been recording her on his computer when she barged in his bedroom without knocking and caught him masturbating, she'd be so embarrassed to know that he had already watched her masturbating herself. If only she knew that he had already see her naked breasts and naked pussy, he wondered what she'd say. Like mother like son, she'd think him an incestuous pervert if she knew that he deliberately allowed her to catch him masturbating and cumming while wearing headphones with his eyes closed and while recording her masturbating herself on his computer.
"I can't try this nightgown on in front of you, Jason. It's too sheer. I'd be embarrassed. You'll see everything. You'll see me as if I'm naked," she said while giving him a sexy look and a naughty smile.
Jason made a face. He rolled his eyes and sighed. Honestly, he'd love to see his mother as if she was naked.
"Oh, mother. Seriously? We're both adults. I'm sure that over the years, I've seen more of your nearly, naked body in your bikini than I will of you in your nightgown," said Jason.
After his mother confessed her sexual confession, he was ready to confess his sexual confession.
"Besides with you catching me naked more than once, you've seen me naked plenty of times. I'm embarrassed to say that you've even seen me masturbating. You've seen me stroking my erect, naked cock and cumming," he said with a little, embarrassed laugh while encouraged to voice his own sexual confession after his mother confessed her sexual background.
With her son daring her to model her nightgown for him, she ran her hand beneath her nightgown again while debating if she should model her nightgown in front of her son or not. Definitely wanting to model this nightgown for him, she'd be showing him more than he's ever seen of her nearly, naked body. Giving him plenty to masturbate over, she'd be showing him all that he hoped to see of her naked body.
Yet, it made her as sexually aroused as it would, no doubt, make him sexually excited to see so much of his mother's nearly naked body. If she modeled this nightgown for him under the bright light of the living room, he'd be seeing her naked breasts, her naked pussy, and her naked ass. The only way that she'd model her nightgown for him is if he'd turn off the overhead light.
"Okay, but turn off the overhead light. It's too bright," said Christine. "With this nightgown so sheerly revealing, under that bright light, you'll see me as if I'm standing before you naked," she said with an embarrassed laugh.
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Jason turned off the overhead light while his mother retired to her bedroom to try on her new nightgown. Knowing that he was there watching her from the living room, she closed her bedroom door but not all the way. Exposing her topless body to him, she left it open just enough for him to see her changing from the living room.
Something else that Jason didn't know about his mother, not only was she a nasty, cocksucking whore but also, Christine was an exhibitionist. Giving the bored men waiting for their wives and girlfriends outside of the department store dressing rooms, she undressed with the curtains not closed all the way. Flashing men her bra and panties or her naked breasts was something she routinely did when undressing in a women's clothing store.
Whenever she tried shoes on at the shoe store, she gave the shoe salesman a show of her panties or naked pussy whenever she wasn't wearing panties. She'd try on boots a size too small and struggled to removed them. Then, while raising her leg and spreading he knees, with the shoe sales man seated on a stool in front of her, she'd show him all that he hoped to see of her panties or her naked pussy.For those stores that didn't have a dressing room, she'd try on a top that was two sizes too small. Able to get the top on, she struggled to get the top off. While standing in front of a man watching her struggling to remove her top, she'd lift her blouse and her bra along with the top. She'd deliberately show him her naked breasts.
One of her favorite things to do was to wear a short, flared skirt on a windy day. She loved flashing unsuspecting men her bright, white panties. With men loving the sight of a woman's bright, white panties, she always had a line of three or four men following her.
She loved flashing her naked breasts to passing truckers on the highway. She loved flashing her panties or her naked pussy to tollbooth collectors. Knowing that men were watching her, men were always watching her, giving them a show of her panties, she'd alight from her car with her knees spread. Then, flashing them the back of her panties, she'd lay back on the seat while retrieving her pocketbook and/or cellphone.
When going up an escalator at the mall while wearing a short skirt, and with men standing behind her, she'd bend at the waist as if fixing her shoe. She deliberately flashed them the back of her panties. She can't count how many men invited her to lunch and/or to dinner.
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Compared to his sexually experienced mother, with him sexually innocent, he had no idea the sexy, sexual games that women played. He wondered if his mother was deliberately flashing him by not closing her bedroom door all the way or if she didn't realize that he could see her removing her clothes from where he stood in the living room. If only he knew, he had no idea that his mother was deliberately flashing him. Yet, no matter whether she was deliberately flashing him or unintentionally flashing him, he enjoyed the striptease show of his mother's hot, topless body.
Never removing his eyes from his mother, staring at her as if he had never seen a woman undressing before, he watched her unbutton and remove her blouse. Dressed only in her big, white brassiere and her short skirt, something he had never seen before, he couldn't believe that his mother was undressing in front of him. Next, he watched her unbutton and unzip her skirt. Allowing her skirt to fall to her feet, his mother was dressed only in her bra and panties.
The first time seeing his mother in her sexy lingerie, she looked so sexy in her bra and panties. As he can attest to after going through her lingerie drawers, she had lots of sexy bras and panties. He loved seeing his mother in her bra and panties because he thought that most women looked better in their bras and panties than they do topless and/or naked. As if there was a drumroll going off in his head, while holding his breath, he watched his mother reach around her to unhook her bra.
'This was it. This was really it. I'm finally going to see my mother's naked tits,' he thought while anxiously waiting for her to remove her bra with baited breath.
With her exposing and sucking her naked breasts when masturbating herself in his bedroom, she had no idea that Jason had recorded her masturbating herself on his computer. She had no idea that he showed his friends the video of his mother masturbating. She had no idea that his friends saw her naked pussy and her naked breasts. She had no idea that his friends masturbated over seeing her naked breasts and naked pussy in the way that he continued masturbating over imagining his mother naked and having sex with him.
'I love seeing my mother's naked tits,' he thought.
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This was the moment that he had been waiting for. He couldn't believe that his mother was really undressing in front of him. He was about to see her naked tits again. With her still facing him with her head down and her bedroom door still open enough for him to see her undressing, as if she was unaware that he was standing where he could see her removing her clothes, he watched his mother remove her bra.
He watched her remove one bra strap from her shapely shoulders before removing the other bra strap. Then, as if she was sexually teasing him and, indeed, she was, he watched her holding her bra cups in place with her hands before removing them. As if she was a stripper on stage and as if there was a drumroll going off in his head again, he watched his mother remove one bra cup before removing the other bra cup.
'There they are, her naked breasts,' he thought with unbridled sexual excitement.
Something he never tired of seeing, he stared at his mother's naked tits. As if they were works of art, she had such big and shapely breasts. He stared at her naked breasts as if he had never seen naked breasts before and as if he had never seen her naked breasts before. Her breasts were so big. Her breasts were so shapely. He'd love to touch her naked breasts, feel her naked breasts, fondle her naked breasts, and suck her erect nipples.
In the way that his mother sometimes barged in his bedroom when he was masturbating himself over the thoughts of having sex with her, he was tempted to barge in on his mother. He was tempted to walk down the hall, push open her bedroom door, and walk in her bedroom while she was topless. Only, not pushing his luck and not wanting to ruin things by rushing things, instead, he bided his time.
Maybe, after she had another glass of wine, while they cuddled on the couch watching a movie, instead of just seeing her naked breasts, she'd allow him to touch, feel, and fondle her naked breasts while sucking her erect nipples. Maybe, she'd fondle his erection through his pajama bottoms. Maybe, in the way that she confessed that she loved sucking cock, she'd suck his cock and allow him to cum in her mouth.
Something he had hoped to see again; he had already seen his mother's naked breasts. He couldn't believe that he was seeing his mother's naked breasts again. As if he had imagined seeing her naked tits the first time, he wondered if she knew that he had recorded on his computer her exposing her naked breasts while masturbating herself in his room. Still wondering if she was deliberately flashing him, he wondered if she knew that he had watched her undressing. With him still watching her, he wondered if she knew that he could see her naked tits from the living room.
Hoping that she would, he wondered if she was going to remove her panties, too. He'd love to see her shapely naked ass and her blonde, trimmed, naked pussy. Only, disappointing him, she didn't remove her panties. Yet, he was plenty, sexually excited enough that he not only saw his mother in her bra and panties but also that he saw her naked breasts again. He'll be masturbating over this day, over seeing his mother in her bra and panties, and over seeing her topless for the rest of his life.
'She has such a beautiful body,' he thought. 'I can't believe that I watched my mother undressing.'
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Clearly, with her eager to see how she looked in her new nightgown, while continuing to stare at and say goodbye to her naked tits, he watched her put her nightgown on over her head. Seemingly, not wanting her son to see her naked ass and/or her naked pussy, sadly disappointing him, she thought better of removing her panties. Then, surprising him and sexually exciting him, reconsidering removing her panties, clearly feeling sexy and sexually daring after putting on her nightgown, and after having a couple glasses of wine, she reached beneath her nightgown and removed her panties.
Curious to see how much she could see of her nearly, naked body, she looked at herself in her full-length mirror while Jason continued watching her from a distance. He watched her turn one way and turn the other way. Even though she could clearly see her naked breasts, her erect nipples, her naked ass, and her naked pussy, no doubt, she felt sexy enough to remove her panties. Obviously, she must have felt sexually wicked when thinking about deliberately exposing her naked body to her son.
With the nightgown so short, so sheer, and so low-cut, and so sexually revealing, something she'd, no doubt, wear on her honeymoon but not in front son, never in front of her son, she must have felt naked. Clearly, in the way that she could see herself in her full-length mirror, her son could see the size and the shape of her D cup breasts. Then, sexually surprising him again, she pulled the nightgown tighter around her as if to see what she could see and what he could see.
She could clearly see her areolas and her erect nipples. She could clearly see her blonde, trimmed pussy, and when she turned around and leaned at the waist, she could clearly see her naked ass. Ready to give her son a naked show of her beautiful body while blaming it on the wine, she pressed the nightgown tighter against her tummy. When she did that, she could see every detail of her blonde, trimmed pussy as if she was naked. She could literarily count the number of her blonde, pubic hairs.
Then, turning around again while twisting her head to look at herself in her mirror, seeing the entire outline of her nearly naked body, again, she could clearly see the size and the shape of her naked ass. She couldn't wait to show Jason how she looked in her sexy nightgown. In the way that she could clearly see her nearly, naked body, she couldn't wait to show Jason her nearly, naked body. She couldn't wait to see his sexually excited reaction to seeing her nearly, naked tits, her nearly, naked pussy, and her nearly, naked ass.
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Daring herself to model her nightgown for her son, again, Christine felt as embarrassed as she felt sexually aroused that she was about to model this nightgown for her son without having the modesty to wear a robe over it. As if daring herself to do so, she was about to show her son all that he imagined seeing of his mother's nearly, naked body. She was about to show Jason all that he masturbated over while imagining her naked and having sex with him. Again, daring herself to do so, she wondered if he'd touch her, feel her, and grope her through her revealing nightgown.
She took another, long sip of her wine, her third glass before finishing it. If she had anymore wine, she'd be inebriated enough to allow her son to touch her. She'd allow him to feel her. She'd allow him to kiss her, French kiss her, and even make out with her. Not stopping there, she'd allow him to remove her nightgown and have forbidden sex with her. She'd allow him to fuck her. After she fucked him, she'd sucked his cock and allow him to cum in her mouth. Indeed, with her a nasty whore, she was sexually wicked enough to have sex with her adult son.
Suddenly feeling sexually wicked in the way that she felt when at frat parties and when on spring break, she removed her breasts from her nightgown and sucked her nipples, first one and then the other. Wanting Jason to see her erect nipples through her nightgown, immediately, she made her nipples fully erect. She stuffed her breasts back in her nightgown top and looked at her erected nipples in the mirror. As if she was topless, she not only could see the size and the shape of her big tits but also, she could see her areolas and the size and the color of her erect nipples, too.
"Ready or not, here I come, Jason," said Christine with a sexy, inebriated laugh.
As soon as she said that, while knowing that her son would see her as if she was practically naked, she was already wet with sexual anticipation. She opened her bedroom door and, as if she was a model on a runway, she slowly and sexily, walked down the hall and into the living room. With his eyes bugging out of his head and his mouth open, Jason stared at his mother as if she was naked, and for all intents and purposes, indeed, she was naked.
He stared at all that he could see of her naked breasts. He stared at her erect nipples and her areolas. He stared at what he could clearly see of her blonde, trimmed pussy and, when she turned around, he stared at her nearly, naked ass.
Having waited a long time to see something, anything of his mother, never had he ever seen as much of his mother's nearly, naked body as he was seeing now. Until the day that he died, he'll be masturbating over seeing his mother wearing his revealing and nearly transparent nightgown every night and every morning. Now, especially after she confessed her love of sucking cock, he couldn't wait to have sex with his MILF of a mother.
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"Tell me and be honest," she said sexually teasing him while turning one way before turning the other way. "Can you see anything," she asked?
Then, sexually exciting him, she pulled her nightgown tighter around her as if she wanted him to see even more of her nearly, naked body. As his excuse to look closer and longer to tell his mother if he could see anything, he leaned forward while staring at his mother as if she was naked. Already seeing plenty, he had never seen as much of his mother's nearly, naked body as he was seeing now.
"To be honest, at first glance, I don't see anything other than your beautiful and sexy nightgown. I'd have to look more closely and stare longer to see anything, mother," he said lying while able to see his mother as if she was naked. "The nightgown looks beautiful on you. It's so sexy," he said.
Humoring him and sexually arousing herself, something she'd never do had she not had so much wine, she turned on the overhead light and turned it on high. Lighting her up as if she was a model at a car show, she was totally exposed. Taking two to have an incestuous relationship, as much as he wanted to see his mother's naked body, she wanted him to see her naked body, too. As if she was a supermodel, she turned one way before turning the other way. Never had she been as sexually aroused as she was now while exposing herself to her son.
"What about now? What can you see?"
Showing her without even having to tell her how much he could see of her shapely, naked body, his erect, bulging cock tented his jeans. Embarrassed for his mother, Jason gulped and blushed. He was even more sexually excited than his mother was sexually aroused.
"Oh, mom. Oh, my God. Now that you put the overhead light on, I can see everything. I can see you as if you're naked. I can see the size and the shape of your naked breasts," he said staring at what he could see of her big breasts. "I can see your areolas and your erect nipples," he said. "I can see your blonde, trimmed pussy," he said staring down at his mother's cunt. "And when you turn around, I can see your naked ass. I can see everything as if you're not even wearing a nightgown," he said with sexual excitement.
Feigning her embarrassment, Christine put one hand to her pussy and another hand to her breasts. Covering her naked breasts with her forearm, she looked embarrassed but wasn't. While Jason continued staring at all that he could see of her nearly, naked mother, she stared at his erection that tented his jeans with sexual arousal. Obviously, the reason for her turning on the overhead light on high, she wanted him to see as much of her nearly, naked body as much as he wanted to see of her nearly, naked body.
"Oh, what the Hell? You're already seen me through this nightgown as if I'm naked," said Christine removing her hand from her pussy and her forearm from her naked breasts. "I won't be thirty-nine for long. I'll never have this body again. Enjoy staring at your nearly, naked mother," she said with a sexy laugh.
Again, she turned one way and turned the other way again, and before turning completely around to show him her nearly, naked ass.
"Let's watch a movie," she said. "Cuddle with me on the couch. With me practically naked, I'm cold."
# # #
Jason turned on the TV and cuddled on the couch with his mother while scrolling through movies. Hoping to get her drunk enough for her to lose her inhibitions about having sex with him, he poured her another glass of wine, her fourth glass. When she finished this, she would have drunk nearly the whole bottle of wine. With him not much of a wine drinker, he preferred drinking beer.
"Was your birthday everything that you hoped it would be," asked Jason while still looking for a movie to watch?
She smiled at her son and, when he turned to her, surprising him, she gave him a kiss on the lips. This time, she kissed him longer than he had kissed her. Again, he was tempted to part her lips with his tongue but he didn't. He didn't have to part his mother's lips because she parted his lips with her tongue. She French kissed him. Something he never expected her to do but with the wine working its magic, he couldn't believe that his mother French kissed him.
"Thank you for all of your birthday gifts. I'll be wearing my nightgown to bed tonight," she said looking at her son with sexual arousal. She looked at him in the way that she never looked at him before and in the way that he always looked at his mother. With him recognizing her look, she looked at him with sexual arousal and lust. "Only..." she said pausing.
Jason looked at his mother as if there was something wrong.
"Only what mother?"
Christine replaced her look of sexual arousal and lust with a look of sadness and loneliness. She looked at him as if she was about to cry. She looked so sad that he felt bad for his mother. Especially with this his mother's birthday, he'd do anything, absolutely anything within his power to make her happy.
"I hate sleeping alone," she said staring at him with her beautiful, blue eyes. "It's so lonely sleeping alone and I'm always so cold. I really want to sleep in this nightgown but with it not very warm, I know that I'll be freezing during the night," she said.
Then, as if hitting him over the head with her forbidden, sexual mallet, she said what she really wanted to say.
"I wish I had someone to sleep with me," she said giving him a sexy look and a naughty smile. "I miss being held, hugged, cuddled, and spooned," she said while hinting for him to make the next sexually move by asking her if he could sleep with her.
With the incestuous sexual door wide open, this was his chance to ask his mother if he could sleep with her. Something that he had masturbated over since he turned 18-years-old, Jason would love to sleep with his mother in his mother's bed. He'd love to hold her. He'd love to hug her. He'd love to cuddle her. He'd love to spoon her.
Only, as much as he wanted to ask if he could sleep with her, fearing being rejected, he couldn't. As embarrassed as he was sexually excited, he just couldn't ask his mother if he could sleep with her. Then, she asked him the unthinkable.
With them both on the same, incestuous page, she asked him what he had been wanting to ask her. She looked at her son and asked him the question that he wanted to ask her but couldn't. After she French kissed him, he couldn't believe that his MILF of a mother asked him if he'd sleep with her tonight in her bed.
"Just this once. Would you make an exception and sleep with your mother," asked Christine while staring at her son with wide-eyed hopefulness? "I'm so lonely, Jason. I'm so sad. With this my birthday, please sleep with me in my bed," she said. "I'd be so grateful if you'd sleep with your mother."
# # #
Jason looked at his mother with sexual disbelief that she had asked him what he wanted to ask her. Again, with them both on the same, sexual page, he looked at his mother with sexual excitement while she stared at him with sexual arousal. His long-time sexual fantasy, as if she could read his mind, he couldn't believe that she had asked him what he wanted to ask her. In celebration of her birthday, he couldn't believe that she asked him to sleep with her tonight in her bed.
He'd love to sleep with his mother in her bed. He'd love to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her. Then, as soon as she fell asleep, he'd be all over her nearly, naked body. He'd be touching and feeling her everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother.
Lifting the back of her nightgown as she slept, and sticking his erect cock between her shapely ass checks, he'd touch, feel, and squeeze her sexy, naked ass. He'd be all over her nearly naked breasts, fondling them and fingering her erect nipples. Daring himself to do so, he'd reach his horny hand beneath her nightgown and cup her naked pussy before parting her pussy lips with his finger to rub her swollen clit and finger fuck her pussy.
"Sure, I can do that for you mother," he said. "If that's what you want, I can sleep with you tonight. It would be my pleasure to sleep with you," he said and meaning it. "I can hold you. I can hug you. I can cuddle you, and spoon you," he said. "Only," he said with a long pause.
While waiting for him to finish his sentence, his mother looked at him with curiosity.
"Only what? Only, what, Jason," she asked while seemingly fearing that he'd had changed his mind and wouldn't sleep with her?
Jason smiled at his mother as if he was the Cheshire Cat in Alice in Wonderland.
"I sleep in the nude," he said lying to his mother. "I sleep hot. I don't even sleep in a t-shirt and underwear. I sleep totally naked," he said.
Instead of shocking her, he sexually aroused her. Instead of asking him to wear something to bed, she shrugged. Clearly, she wanted to sleep with her son while he was naked.
"If you're not embarrassed sleeping with your mother while naked, then, I'm not embarrassed with you sleeping naked with me. Only, just to make it clear so that you don't get any sexually, inappropriate ideas. Just because you're naked, I won't be getting naked," she said with a sexy smile and a naughty look. "Further, just because you're naked, I won't be having sex with you either," she said lying.
Jason stood.
"Just let me use the bathroom and brush my teeth. I'll meet you in your bedroom," he said.
# # #
When Jason entered his mother's bedroom, she was sitting in front of her full-length mirror brushing her long, lush, beautiful, blonde hair. Emboldened that she didn't care that he was naked and exposing his naked body to his mother, he walked in his mother's bedroom naked, totally naked. Never had he been as sexually excited while deliberately exposing his naked prick to his mother.
Feigning his modesty, he held his hand in front of his semi-erect cock, then dropping his hand when she turned to look, he allowed her to see his naked prick. He not only showed his naked cock to his mother but she turned to look and stare at his naked prick. Giving her what she seemingly wanted, with him fully exposed, he stood and allowed her to have a long look at his naked prick. Once she finished staring at his naked cock, he climbed in bed.
She returned the favor of his exhibitionism with her exhibitionism. Giving him a naked show, when she leaned forward to climb in bed. With her big breasts nearly falling out of her nightgown top, she gave him a wonderful down-nightgown peek of her big tits. He not only saw the shape and the size of his mother's big breasts through her sheer nightgown but also, he saw her erect nipples. Then, when she climbed in bed, lifting her legs higher while spreading her knees wider to get beneath the covers, she gave him an up-nightgown view of her naked, blonde, trimmed pussy.
Never had he seen as much of his mother's naked body and, unless allowing her to catch him masturbating, never had he deliberately exposed his naked cock to his mother. He climbed in bed after his mother but afraid to move closer, with him totally naked, he stayed on his side of the bed. He'd wait until she fell asleep before moving closer to her. He'd wait until she fell asleep before he'd touch her, hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her. He'd wait until she was sleeping before he had his wicked, sexual way with her nearly, naked body.
"Don't be shy. Move closer to me, Jason," she said turning to look at him. "I'm cold. Hold me. Hug me. Cuddle me and spoon me. That's what you're here to do. That's why I invited you to sleep with me in my bed. I don't care if you're naked," she said. "It's my birthday and I need the feel of your warm body to keep me warm."
As if physically bridging the gap between mother and son, Jason moved closer to his mother. He rested the head of his erect penis between her ass checks. Then, the first time touching her big, nearly naked tit, he put his arm around his mother and cupped her nightgown clad breast in his horny hand. Something that he had always wanted to do, he fondled her naked breast. When her nipples erected, he fingered her nipples through her thin nightgown. Pulling them, turning them, and twisting them, and with her not stopping him, he had his wicked sexual way with his mother's nipples.
Surprising him, with him not expecting her to do that, she reached her hand down behind her and took hold of his semi-erect prick in her soft, warm hand. She fondled the head of his engorged dick with her manicured fingers. Then, wrapping her fingers tighter around his prick, she squeezed his cock while ever so slowly stroking his cock. Something that she had wanted to do since the first time that she caught him masturbating himself in his bedroom, Christine was slowly masturbating her son.
"Sorry," she said apologizing for groping her son's cock. "I just wanted to see if you were really still naked," she said letting go of his naked prick.
Then, turning to him in the dark, she put a hand around his neck and pulled his head down to her breasts.
"Now that you fondled my breast and fingered my nipples, suck my nipples," she said. "I like having my nipples sucked. It makes me so wet to have my nipples sucked. It's been a long time since anyone fingered my nipples while sucking my nipples. Suck your mother's nipples, Jason."
# # #
Jason took his mother's nipples in his mouth, first one and then the other. He sucked one while pulling, turning, and twisting the other. Then, he sucked her other nipple while fingering her nipple.
Further surprising him, she said what he never expected her to say. She said what he never thought she'd ever say. Shocked by what she said, she made him even more sexually excited than he was when she asked him to sleep with her.
"When I slept with your father, the only way that I could fall asleep, I held his naked prick in my hand and he held my naked breast in his hand," she said.
She clearly hinted that was she wanted to do with him. She wanted him to hold her naked breast in his hand while she held his naked prick in her hand. He couldn't believe that he'd be holding his mother's naked breast in his hand while she held his naked cock in her hand.
If it wasn't enough that his mother invited him to sleep with her in her bed, he couldn't wait to touch her and feel her while she was sleeping. If it wasn't enough that he saw his mother's naked breasts while she was undressing, he saw her naked pussy while she was getting in bed. After showing her his naked prick, he couldn't believe that she wanted him to hold her naked breast while she held his naked prick in her hand while sleeping.
"We found it comforting to hold one another in that sexual way. If you don't mind, I'd love to hold your naked prick in my hand while you held my naked breast in your hand."
Not waiting for him to respond, she sat up in bed and removed her nightgown. In the way that he was naked in bed with his mother, his mother was naked in bed with her son. Then when she rested back in bed on her back instead of on her side. She placed his horny hand on her big tit. Reaching her hand down, she took hold of Jason cock again. She wrapped her manicured fingers around his naked, erect prick again and fondled the head of his cock while ever so slowly stroking him.
'My mother is masturbating me. I can't believe my mother is masturbating me,' thought Jason. 'Forget about her excuse of needing to hold my naked cock for her to sleep while I held her naked breast, she's masturbating me. She wants me to cum.'
Then, out of the clear blue, his cocksucking, whore of a mother said something that he never expected her to say and will never forget she said.
"Because you gave me such a wonderful birthday, Jason, I need to suck your cock. It's been a long time since I've had a stiff prick in my mouth. If you don't mind, I need to blow you. I need to taste you. I need you to cum in my mouth," she said. "But first," she said with a pause.
'If I don't mind, she needs to blow me,' he thought. 'Seriously? Is she kidding me? She needs me to cum in her mouth. Oh, my God.'
Jason looked at his mother through the dark shocked by what she said about wanting to blow him and wanting him to cum in her mouth. Even in the light of the dim nightlight, his mother was so beautiful. She was so sexy and she was so shapely. He loved his mother in the way that he didn't love any other woman.
"But first what, mother," he asked while hoping that she'd ask him to mount her and make lover to her before fucking her?
# # #
As if she was afraid to ask him after already telling that just because he was naked, she wouldn't be getting naked, she got naked. After telling him that just because he was naked, she wouldn't be having sex with him, she asked him to have sex with her. As if she was embarrassed to ask him, even in the dimness of the nightlight, yet, still bright enough for him to see, he watched her bite her lip. With the wine that she consumed giving her the sexual courage that she needed, she asked her son what he hoped that she'd ask him.
"I need you to make love to me, Jason. I need you to make love to your mother. Then, after you give me a sexual orgasm with your cock, I need you to fuck me," she said. "A memory that I'll never forget, I need you to fuck me on my birthday. Fuck your mother, Jason. Please fuck your mother."
Perhaps, never having this opportunity again, this was his invited chance to do every sexual thing that he wanted to do with his mother's naked body. Never had he ever imagined her soliciting him for sex but that was exactly what she had done. Before she sucked his cock and allowed him to cum in her mouth, she wanted him to make love to her. Then, she wanted him to fuck her. Humping her faster and humping her harder, she wanted him to give her a sexual orgasm with his cock.
"I love you; mother and I'd love to make love to you. I'd love to give you a sexual orgasm with my cock. And I love to fuck you hard and fast but first," he said with a pause.
She looked at her son in the darkness.
"But first what, Jason," she asked?
As if he was fingering the head of his cock while masturbating himself, Jason fingered his mother's pussy. Playing with her pubic hair, he parted her pussy lips with his fingers. Then, inserting his finger inside of his mother's cunt, he rubbed her clit and finger fucked her pussy.
"Something that I always wanted to do, I need to masturbate you, mother," he said while not waiting for her to respond and already masturbating his mother. "I need to see and hear you have a sexual orgasm. I need to hear and watch you cum. Then, giving you multiple, sexual orgasms with my fingers and with my tongue, I need to eat you. I need to lick your pussy while finger fucking your pussy," he said.
Christine swooned that her son wanted to masturbate her before making love to her and before fucking her. She swooned again that he wanted to eat her pussy. She was as sexually aroused as she has ever been that her son wanted to lick her swollen clit while finger fucking her pussy. Returning the sexual favor of him eating her cunt, undoubtedly, she couldn't wait to suck his cock. She couldn't wait for him to cum in her mouth and all over her face. She couldn't wait for him to give her a cum bath.
# # #
"Do it, Jason. I dare you to eat me. Eat your mother's cunt while masturbating me. I need you to give me a sexual orgasm with your tongue and with your fingers," she said.
Ready to confess another sexual truth, she paused before speaking again.
"With men always wanting me to blow them while fondling my naked breasts, it's been a long time since any man has eaten my pussy. It's been a long time since I've had a sexual orgasm but for the ones that I give myself with my fingers, my vibrator, and my dildo. "I need to cum, Jason. I really need to cum," she said. "Please give me a sexual orgasm for my birthday," she said. "Mommy needs to cum."
Something that he never thought that he'd have his mother's permission to do, Jason slid halfway down the bed. He fingered his mother's wet pussy while rubbing her clit and finger fucking her. Then, parting her pussy lips with his fingers, he stuck his tongue in his mother's cunt. He licked her and continued licking her while fingering her. He was not only masturbating his mother but also, he was eating her, too. He didn't stop eating his mother until she was ready to cum.
With it been a while since she had sex, it didn't take her very long to cum. While he continued licking her and fingering her, she squirmed all over the bed. As if his face was her dildo, she held his head between her hands and rubbed his face all over her pussy secretions. Literally drenched from his mother's soaking wet pussy, he had his mother's pussy juices everywhere, in his mouth, up his nose, and even in his ears.
"Jason! Oh, my God, Jason. I'm cumming. Mommy is cumming. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Lick me faster, lick me harder. Rub my clit faster. Rub my clit harder. Finger fuck me deeper. I'm cumming, Jason. I'm cumming," she said stiffening her legs and arching her back before falling back in the soft comfort of her bed.
As soon as she was ready, not waiting for Jason to mount her, determined to make love to him on her birthday, she mounted her son. She kissed him like she's never kissed him before. As if she was his girlfriend and/or his secret lover instead of his mother, she French kissed him. Then, reaching down for him, she slid his erect cock in her sopping wet pussy and lovingly humped him while kissing him. She made love to her son while allowing him to make love to her.
At first, she gently humped her son while making slow and sweet love to him. Then, eventually humping him harder and humping him faster, she fucked him. Christine fucked her son while Jason fucked his mother.
Then, rolling her over, something that he had always wanted to do, Jason mounted his mother. Piledriving her, he fucked her hard and he fucked her fast. Determine to give his mother another sexual orgasm with his cock, he continued pounding his mother's pussy.
"Jesus, Jason! Jesus Christ, Jason. I'm cumming. Mommy is cumming again. Don't stop fucking me. Fuck me harder. Fuck me faster," she said returning his fast and hard humps with her fast and hard humps. "Jason! Jason! Oh, my God, Jason. I'm cumming. Mommy is cumming."
Then, as soon as she had her third, sexual orgasm, unable pull out in time, Jason ejaculated a full load of warm, oozy cum in his mother's warm, wet pussy. He unloaded cum in his mother's pussy as if he owned her pussy. Always wearing a condom except for now, never had he ejaculated as much cum in any woman that he had sex with than what he ejaculated in his mother's cunt.
"Oh, my God, Jason. That was wonderful. That was, by far, the best sex that I have ever had in my life. Never have I had as many sexual orgasms. I never knew that I was capable of having multiple orgasms," she said. "It's just a shame that I can no longer get pregnant because I'd love to have your baby."
After enjoying the afterglow of sex, without even having to ask her, sexually surprising him, Christine slid halfway down the bed and took her son in her mouth. She was stroking him while blowing him. With it all happening so fast, hard to wrap his head around it, Jason couldn't believe that his mother was blowing him.
She was sucking his cock while stroking his cock. He couldn't believe that his MILF of a mother was sucking his cock as if he was a stripper at her thirtieth birthday. Determined for him to cum again but this time in her mouth, she continued stroking him while sucking him.
'Indeed, my mother is a cocksucking whore. She's giving me the best blowjob that I've ever had in my life,' he thought.
# # #
After cumming so much in his mother's pussy, Jason couldn't believe that he was ready to cum again, this time in his mother's mouth. Determined to make him cum in her mouth, she stroked him faster and she stroked him harder while sucking him deeper. Nearly, deep throating him, better than the blowjob that he received on prom night from Heather, the prom queen, his mother was giving him an unbelievable blowjob.
Then, as erupting a sleeping volcano, Jason exploded another huge volume of cum, this time in his mother's willing mouth. Not nearly done cumming, when she removed his erect prick from the pressure of her lips, he ejaculated another load of cum all over her pretty face and across her big, naked breasts. If it wasn't enough that his mother allowed him to cum in her pussy, she blew him and allowed him to cum in her mouth. Something that she confessed she loved receiving; he gave her a cum bath.
Exhausted, they remained holding one another until they fell asleep. Then, the next morning, they did it all over again. He made love to her and she made love to him. He fucked her and she fucked him. He masturbated and ate her pussy and she stroked and sucked his cock while allowing him to cum in her mouth and all over her face again.
Every day and night thereafter, Jason fingered and licked his mother before making love to her and fucking her. Christine made love to her son while fucking him. Then, giving him another blowjob, she allowed him to cum not only in her mouth but also all over her face. She allowed her son to give her another cum bath.
Mother and son continued having incestuous sex even after he was married and had children. No one had any idea that they were secret, forbidden lovers, but they were. The sex didn't stop until his mother finally found a man and after Jason moved away with his family to take a better job. Yet, whenever they visited one another over the holidays, finding an opportunity to get away, they licked, rubbed, sucked, and stroked one another as if they never had sex before.
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