Capítulo 196: A Lonely Mom, a Horny Son, and Xmas - 2
He imagined himself in bed with his mother. Yet, the last thing he'd want to do was to sleep. He imagined his left arm wrapped around her and his horny, left hand in contact with both of her abundant breasts. He imagined his erect prick throbbing and pulsating while pressed against his mother's firm, round, and shapely ass.
Then, as soon as she fell asleep, taking sexual advantage of her, he imagined touching her and feeling her shapely body everywhere through her thin, satin nightgown. He imagined feeling her big, nightgown clad tits and her nightgown clad ass. He imagined sticking his hand down the front of her nightgown to feel her naked tits while fingering her erect nipples. He imagined lifting the back of her nightgown to feel her naked ass and finger her naked pussy.
"Oh, Anthony, you're such a good son, too good to be true. I only wish it was that simple but," she said as if changing her mind in mid-sentence, she paused. "Actually, yes, now that I think about it, you sleeping with me may help me to sleep. In the way that I used to comfort you when you wanted to sleep in Mommy's bed after you had a nightmare, now you can comfort me by sleeping with me just until I fell asleep," she said unembarrassed and unashamed.
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As shocked as he was sexually excited, he couldn't believe his mother agreed to allow him to sleep in her bed with her. With him sleeping with his mother, even for only an hour and until she fell asleep, was his foot was in her bedroom door. More than that, forget about his foot in her bedroom door, his entire body would be in her bed.
Only, instead of leaving while she lay sleeping, he'd stay. Something he only imagined doing in his incestuous fantasies of him in bed with her, as she slept soundly, he imagined not only holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, and spooning her but also touching her and feeling her everywhere. While hoping not to awaken her, he'd be trying to have sex with her.
"That's great," he said sexually excited by the thought of sleeping with his mother.
As if she wanted to sleep with him as much as he wanted to sleep with her, she shared his look of sexual excitement with her look of sexual arousal. Perhaps, sleeping wasn't what his mother had in mind but sex instead. Only, his mother wasn't an incestuous whore in the way that he was an incestuous pervert. He couldn't imagine her sexually wanting him as much as he sexually lusted over her.
"I'd like that very much," she said. "You holding me, hugging me, cuddling me, and spooning me in the way your father used to do is just what I need to get a good night's sleep." Then, she said something that floored him and set his sexual imagination on fire. "If you don't mind me doing so, it would help me sleep to pretend that you're him," she said immodestly, immorally, and sexually seductively. "If it's okay with you, I'd like to pretend that you're your father."
'What? Huh? What did she just say?'
He couldn't believe what she said. He couldn't believe what he heard. She wanted to pretend that he's his father, her ex-husband.
'It would help her to pretend that I'm my father. What did she mean by that,' he thought? 'Did she mean sex?'
As if he was her husband instead of her son, he wondered if his mother was thinking about having sex with him in the way that he was thinking about having sex with her. He wondered if she was as sexually attracted to him as he was horny for her. He wondered, when in bed with his mother, if she'd allow him to more than just hold her, hug her, and spoon her but also touch her, feel her, and fondle her.
He wondered if she'd allow him to feel her big tits and finger her erect nipples. He wondered if she'd allow him to feel her ass, fondle her ass, squeeze her ass, and slap her ass. In the way that he'd love her to masturbate him, he wondered if she'd allow him to masturbate her. He'd love nothing more than to finger his mother's cunt while she stroked his prick. Not stopping there, with them already in bed, perhaps, she'd allow him to make love to her before fucking her while pretending that he was his father.
Not even in bed with his mother and he was making himself crazy with incestuous, sexual thoughts. Maybe his mother didn't want sex, especially not from him, her son. Maybe she just wanted sleep. With him already having an incestuous, sexual affair with his mother mapped out and planned in his horny mind, he was setting himself up for disappointment. No doubt, instead of having sex with her, while she lay sleeping, the best he'd do is to rub his pajama clad cock against his mother's nightgown clad ass while copping cheap feels of his mother's nightgown clad breasts.
"Let me know when you're ready for bed and we'll go upstairs together," he said.
Instead of sleeping in his clothes, he'd wear his pajama bottoms but without underwear. He hoped his mother wouldn't wear a long and heavy, flannel nightgown to bed. Instead, he hoped she'd wear her short, sheer, low-cut, black lace, sexy nightgown, the one she always packed when going away with his father. Leaving nothing to the imagination, that nightgown showed everything. He loved masturbating to the thoughts of his mother coming to him while wearing that sheer and sexy nightgown.
"Okay," she said finishing the rest of her wine.
As if she was a drunken sailor, she was still flashing him her panties. Only, this time, her knees were spread even wider apart. He not only could see his mother's white panties but also, he could see her pussy mound, her pussy slit, her camel toe, her darker patch of blonde pubic hair, and a few stray hairs that peeked out of her panties. With him having a fetish for his mother's panties and for his mother's pussy, she was giving him a real panty clad pussy show.
'Is she deliberately flashing me her panties? Is she sexually teasing me? Is she incestuously enticing me? If I wasn't horny enough before, I'm even hornier now from seeing so very much of my mother's panty covered pussy,' he thought. 'I love her panties. Much more sexually exciting when she's wearing them instead of them being stored in her lingerie drawer, it's much more sexually exciting when she's flashing them to me.'
Careful not to catch him leering, he looked at her while staring at her exposed panties. Eager to go to bed with his mother, he was ready for bed.
"Actually, Mom. I'm tired. I'm ready for bed now," he said standing, stretching, and yawning.
She yawned with him.
"This wine is making me sleepy. I'm ready for bed too," she said yawning again.
She stood and carried the wine glasses and the empty wine bottle to the kitchen. She threw out the empty wine bottle, rinsed the glasses, and left them upside down in the strainer to dry.
'I can't believe I'm about to sleep with my mother in her bed. I can't believe she agreed to sleep with me,' he thought. 'She wants to pretend that I'm my father, her divorced husband. I can do that.'
He stared at his mother's shapely buttocks while she stood rinsing their wine glasses in the sink.
'I can't wait to hold her, hug her, and spoon her. I can't wait to feel something of her that I've never felt, always wanted to feel, and shouldn't feel. I'll be masturbating over this night for the rest of my life. The best Christmas of my life when sleeping with my MILF of a mother, I'll never forget this Christmas for as long as I live,' he thought.
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Samantha readied herself for bed while Anthony undressed in his room. Wearing pajama bottoms without underwear, he experimented in his bedroom mirror as to how he could make his cock pop out of his pee hole without touching it with his hand. Moving one way before moving the other way, he tried making his pee hole bigger by stretching it with his hands. In the way his mother had been flashing him her panty clad pussy all night, he couldn't wait to flash her his naked, erect prick.
Obviously, a telling sign, feeling as sexy as she must have felt horny, Samantha wore a sexy nightgown for her son that she never got to wear for her husband. A gradient pink, blue, and violet pastel, the nightgown was as sheer as it was beautiful. Already looking to see what he could see of his mother's naked body, it parted in the front in the way of a sarong.
It had one peek-a-boo button at the top keeping it somewhat closed until she walked or moved. It looked more like an oversized wrap around cape with two holes for her arms and a hole for her neck than it looked like a nightgown. It more looked like something she'd wear over a nightgown. If ever she wore this outside on a windy day to retrieve her newspaper, her nightgown would blow open and fly up like a kite in the wind.
Unless she held it closed with her hand, as if she was wearing a hospital gown backwards, when she walked, it fell wide open. Unless she held it closed with her hand, it exposed her naked body to his horny eyes. Unless she held it closed with her hand, she'd be giving him quite the naked show of her beautiful body.
Obviously or perhaps obliviously, she was ready to show him as much as he was hoping to see of her naked tits and naked pussy. With him a voyeur, seemingly, the perfect, sexual pair, and judging her by how often she flashed him, his mother was an exhibitionist. Yet, tonight, turning the tables on her, after she flashed him her panty clad pussy all night, he was ready to flash his mother his naked prick.
"Mom?" Anthony lightly knocked on her bedroom door. "Mom? Are you decent? May I come in?"
With his mind reeling with sexual excitement of sleeping in the same bed with his mother, he hoped she wasn't decent. He hoped she wasn't wearing a long, flannel nightgown to bed. Hoping beyond hope while imagining that she was, not knowing what to expect, he hoped she was naked. He hoped she slept in the nude. He hoped she'd be standing there naked when he opened her bedroom door. He hoped she'd open her bedroom door without wearing anything but a big, sexy smile.
'Oh, my God. I'd love to see my mother naked,' he thought while giving himself an erection. 'I'm making myself crazy, yet how hot would that be to see my mother naked? How hot would that be to sleep with my naked mother? How hot would that be to touch her and feel her naked body everywhere as she slept?'
When she didn't answer his knock, he knocked again but a little harder this time. Filled with sexual anticipation, he couldn't help from feeling that he was on his honeymoon with his new bride. Already overly, sexually excited, he couldn't help from imagining that he was about to have sex with his just married wife instead of innocently sleeping with his mother.
"Come in, Anthony," she said.
Dressed in a long, flowing, sheer nightgown, she looked so sexy. She looked as if she was a Grecian Goddess. With her hair done and her makeup freshly applied, instead of looking as if she was ready for bed, she looked at if she was going out dancing.
He'd love to go dancing with his mother, especially with what she was wearing. He imagined twilling her around while exposing her naked body to anyone looking. He'd love to accompany her to a swingers' dance. He'd love to make all the men in attendance jealous that he was dancing with the sexiest and most beautiful woman at the dance.
If only they knew that she was his mother, what would they think? If only they knew she was his mother, what would they say? Yet, he didn't care what anyone thought or said, he loved his mother in the way that a man loved a woman and not how a son should love his mother. Now, he couldn't wait to sleep with her.
Then, an unexpected surprise, he couldn't believe his eyes. When she stood from her vanity table while closing her drawer, in one, quick, fluid motion, he saw all that he hoped to see of his naked mother. As if her drawer was complicit in stripping her naked and exposing her naked breasts and pussy to his horny eyes, when she stood, her nightgown caught itself on the dressing table drawer.
As if he had imagined it in his sexual fantasies while masturbating himself, for an instant, he saw his mother naked. As if he had willed it to happen, he saw the shape and the huge, D cup size of her big, naked tits. He saw her symmetrical areolas and her erect, pink nipples. As if he had dreamt it, he saw her blonde, trimmed pussy.
'My mother's cunt,' he thought. 'I can't believe I just saw my mother's cunt.'
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As if she had planned it, he wondered if his mother deliberately flashed him her naked body. How hot would that be if his mother deliberately flashed him her naked breasts and her naked pussy? How hot would that be if his mother wanted to show him as much of her naked body as he wanted to see of her naked body? How hot would that be if his mother sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her?
As if happening in slow motion, her nightgown remained wide open for a long second before she reacted. She looked down at herself to see all that she was showing him before looking up at him to see all that he was seeing of her. Then, with her striptease show over, she closed it.
Caught on the vanity table drawer and unable to pull it closed without tearing her beautiful nightgown, reacting too late to cover nakedness in time, he saw everything. Forever recording her naked image in his horny mind, Anthony saw his mother's naked tits. He saw her erect nipples and her pink, symmetrical areolas. He saw her blonde, trimmed, naked pussy.
'Wow, I can't wait to masturbate over this unexpected, sexy sight,' thought Anthony while feeling his cock hardening in his pajama bottoms. 'If nothing else happens tonight, I'll be masturbating over seeing my naked mother for the rest of my life.'
After seeing his mother naked, whether she flashed him deliberately or unintentionally, it didn't matter. Now, he wanted her to see him naked. He wondered what her reaction would be to seeing him naked. He wondered what her reaction would be to seeing his naked, erect pick. Would she look? Would she stare? Or would she look away?
Tempted to push down his pajama bottoms and remove his t-shirt, now that he saw her naked, he wanted to show her his naked body. In the way that he saw her naked tits and pussy, he wanted to show her his naked cock. Only, bidding his time, he didn't want to prematurely ruin things by sexually molesting his mother. The last thing he wanted was for her to not allow him to sleep in her bed with her.
Then, again, something else unexpected, Samantha walked to her son and stood before him as if she was his significant other, his girlfriend, or his wife instead of his mother. Never nervous being alone with his mother before, after having seen her naked, he was nervous being alone with her now. Then, in the way that she kissed him on his birthday, on her birthday, on Valentine's Day, on Christmas, and on New Year's Eve, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips.
'Oh, wow,' when his mother kissed him.
Wishing he was her husband, her boyfriend, or her lover, instead of her son, wishing he dared to part her lips with his tongue, he returned her kiss with his kiss. He was so tempted to wrap his arms around his mother's waist and reach his horny hand down to feel her naked ass through her sexy nightgown while French kissing her. Yet, again, not wanting to prematurely ruin things, fearing she'd reject him, he waited for the right moment to sexually assault her. Following her lead, he waited for the right moment to grope his mother and, hopefully, make out with her.
"What's that for," he asked?
She laughed while looking up over his head.
"It's Christmas silly and you're standing beneath the mistletoe," she said with another laugh. "Merry Christmas, Anthony," she said kissing him again.
'My Mom kissed me. I can't believe my Mom kissed me,' he thought. 'I only wished she'd French kiss me.'
Then, when he looked up over his head and spotted the mistletoe, not wanting to miss an opportunity, he wrapped his arm around his mother's slim waist. He pulled his her to him and, pressing his bulge against her belly, returning her kiss with his kiss, he kissed her in the way that she kissed him. Once again, he was so tempted to part her lips with his tongue and French kiss his mother but he didn't dare.
Instead, when he kissed her, rubbing his stiff prick against her, he impaled his mother's stomach with his erect cock. He was tempted to turn her around, bend her forward, lift her nightgown over her hips, and hump her. If she was any other woman, he'd be stripping her naked and fucking her. If she was any other women, he'd be pressing a heavy hand to her shoulder, pushing her to her knees, and filling her mouth with his erect prick. Yet, with her not a whore and him not an animal, respectfully, she was his mother and he was her son.
"I'm tired," he said with another yawn while eager to go to bed with his mother.
She returned his yawn with her yawn.
"Me too," she said seemingly eager to go to bed with her son.
Anthony beamed his mother a wide smile.
"I can't wait for you to see what I bought you for Christmas," he said.
She returned his smile with her smile.
"I'll find out soon enough tomorrow morning," she said climbing in bed and turning out the light. "Goodnight, Anthony."
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Just like that, it was over. She didn't want sex. Instead, she wanted sleep. At least, when she stood from her dressing table and her nightgown caught on her drawer, he got to see his mother naked. Something he had always wanted to see, he'll be masturbating over that shocking and sexually exciting sight every day for the rest of his perverted life. Now with the image of his naked mother permanently etched in his horny brain, he couldn't sleep if he wanted to sleep.
'I saw my mother naked. I saw her naked tits and pussy,' he thought while replaying her nightgown getting caught on her vanity table drawer over in his mind. 'I can't believe I saw my mother naked.'
Now, unfortunately, at least until his eyes adjusted to the darkness, unable to see anything, it was suddenly so dark. As if he was a blindman, his excuse to touch her, feel her, fondle her, and grope her, he was tempted to reach out both his horny hands to feel for his mother.
'Mom? Are you still here,' he imagined asking? Where are you? I don't see you. I can't see a thing,' he imagined feeling for her while groping her.
As if he was The Who's Pinball Wizard and she was his personal, pinball machine, he wanted to finger her nipples and finger her pussy. As if he was playing Marco Polo in the pool with his mother with his eyes closed, he so wanted to touch and feel her through her sexy nightgown. He couldn't wait to finger her nipples while fingering her pussy. He couldn't wait to masturbate his mother.
Yet, needing to wait for the right moment, once she fell asleep, he'd have his wicked, sexual way with her nearly, naked body. With the darkness and her sleeping necessary for him to have his wicked, sexual way with his mother, he couldn't wait to touch her, feel her, grope her, and fondle her everywhere. Yet, not wanting to ruin his intended purpose of sleeping with his mother and preventing her from sleeping, just a matter of time, he needed her to fall asleep first.
'Sleep, Mother, sleep,' he thought as if he was a hypnotist willing her to fall asleep. 'Sleep, Mother, sleep.' As if he was a warlock casting a spell on his mother, he silently chanted to himself. 'Sleep, Mother, sleep.'
Sexually excited sleeping in her bed, he couldn't wait for her to fall asleep so that he could explore her nearly naked body with his horny hands. He couldn't wait to touch and feel his mother where he should never touch and feel her. Nonetheless, while she was still awake, as if he was her ex-husband instead of her son, he couldn't wait to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her. He needed to summon the courage to pretend that he was his father holding his mother.
"Goodnight, Mom."
As soon as he climbed in bed beside her, with his eyes having already adjusted to the darkness, he could see the sexy silhouette of her shapely body. Ready to impale her with his erect, pajama clad cock from behind, as his pretense and his excuse to sexually assault her, he moved closer to her to cuddle her and spoon her. His sexual fantasy come true, with this his best Christmas ever, he couldn't believe he was in bed with his MILF of a mother.
With her nightgown flared out and having so very much excess material, his body rested on her nightgown. Then, when pulled up her covers and rolled over on her side, her nightgown remained beneath him while opening wide and as wide as it did when she caught it in her vanity drawer. Tempted to turn on the light, he wanted to see his mother's naked tits and pussy again.
'My mother is naked,' he thought. 'I'm in bed with my naked mother. I can't believe I'm sleeping with my naked mother.'
Tempted to reach out his horny hand and touch his naked mother, he didn't dare. He didn't want her to know that her nightgown had pulled wide open again and she was naked. Biding his time, he needed to wait for the right moment. The last thing he wanted was for her to fix her nightgown and pull it closed. He'd rather she left her nightgown wide open. He'd rather her beautiful body remain nakedly exposed.
As soon as she fell asleep, he'd be not only hold her, hug her, cuddle, and spoon her but also, he'd hopefully have sex with her naked body. As soon as she fell asleep, he'd touch her, feel her, fondle her, and grope her where a son should never touch, feel, fondle, and grope his mother's naked body. As soon as she fell asleep, hopefully, he'd fuck her naked body from behind.
Again, but fighting the urge, he was tempted to turn on the light to see his mother's naked ass, tits, and pussy. Only, not wanting to disturb his mother from sleeping, he didn't dare. Even though he'd love to see what he was touching and feeling, he was there not for sex but to help his mother get a good night's sleep. The last thing he wanted was for her to prematurely evict him from her bed and from her bedroom.
Yet, unable to help himself, he peeked beneath the covers to see what he could see of his mother. Only, unable to see anything, it was too dark. When he climbed into bed, with him on her nightgown, he couldn't have planned his move any better. With her nightgown pulled back over her left, naked thigh, if it wasn't so dark, the entire left side of his mother's naked body would be exposed to his horny eyes. If it wasn't so dark, while peeking beneath her covers, he'd see her naked tits, ass, and pussy.
Instead, listening to his mother breathing and hopefully sleeping, biding his time for the right moment, he waited. He couldn't wait for his horny hands to explore her nearly, naked body. He couldn't wait to feel her big, naked tits, her shapely, naked ass, and finger her blonde trimmed, naked pussy. Resplendent in her sexy nightgown, she was all there for him to ogle, touch, feel, fondle, and grope. He only wished he had a flashlight. He couldn't wait for her to fall asleep so that he could touch her and feel her where a son should never touch and feel his mother.
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The accidental sight of his naked mother when he first entered her bedroom hardened his cock. Nervously embarrassed and not wanting to impale his mother's ass with his stiff, pajama clad prick just yet, barely touching her, he didn't know what to do with his arm and hand. Afraid to touch his nearly naked mother, he kept his arm to himself while allowing his hand to rest on his leg. Afraid to touch her naked skin, not wanting her to know that she was as nakedly exposed as she was, he didn't want her to close her nightgown.
"Anthony," she said.
She surprised him that she was still awake. As if he was a prairie dog popping out of a hole in the ground, he popped his head up to see if he could see any more of his mother. As if she was a shy virgin on her wedding night, she was already hidden beneath the covers. His cue to turn on the bedroom light when she called him but, even though he wanted to turn on the light, he didn't dare.
"Yes, Mom," he said.
Eager to touch her, feel her, and have sex with her while she was sleeping, he was disappointed that she was still awake and wasn't already sleeping. She laughed while moving her ass closer to him. She wiggled her nightgown clad ass into his pajama clad cock as if she was humping her dildo.
"I'm not contagious. Don't be afraid to hold me and touch me. That's why you're here," she said. "I won't bite."
'Touch her? She wants me to touch her. Yet, what does she mean by touching her,' he thought? 'Is she giving me her permission to touch her where I want to touch her? I'd love to touch, feel, and squeeze her naked ass. I'd love to touch, feel, and fondle her naked breasts. I'd love to finger my mother's pussy but I don't think that's what she meant by touching her,' he thought.
With the left side of her nightgown wide open, when he put his arm around her slim waist and pulled himself closer by holding onto her nearly, naked body, his hand was now inside of her nightgown. When he held her in that way, touching her bare skin while waiting for her to slap his hand away, it surprised him to feel her toned, naked stomach. As sexually excited feeling her naked stomach as he imagined he'd be sexually excited feeling her naked breasts, her naked ass, and/or her naked pussy, he couldn't believe he was holding his mother in such a sexually intimate way.
'With me touching my mother's bare skin, obviously, she doesn't care that her nightgown is wide open. I don't believe this. I'm in bed with my nearly, naked mother. My Mom is practically naked and she wants me to hold her and touch her,' he thought while afraid to move his hand for fear that she'd slap his hand away and ask him to leave.
With her not making a move to close her nightgown, even though she obviously now knew by the feel of his hand on her naked skin that her nightgown was wide open, she surprised him with her immoral immodesty. His horny hand was mere inches away from touching the bottom of her breasts. His hand was mere inches away from touching the top of her pubic hair. Whether he moved his hand up or down, he'd be touching his mother where he never thought he'd ever be touching his mother. Whether he moved his hand up or down, he'd be touching nirvana.
Something he was so very enamored with, he was so tempted to reach up and touch her breasts, feel her breasts, and cup her breasts while fingering her nipples. Yet, again, biding his time, not wanting to prematurely ruin his chances of having sex with her, he needed to wait until his mother fell asleep before he sexually assaulted her. Not wanting to hump his mother's ass and give himself more of an erection than he already had, he moved away from her to allow only his thighs to come in contact with her hips.
"You feel different than I thought you'd feel," he said daring herself to draw her attention to her nakedness.
Without turning her body, she turned her head to him on her pillow.
"I do? What do you mean? How do I feel different than you thought I'd feel," she asked?
As if reaching for something beneath his car seat, he slowly ran his hand down along her stomach and stopped when his fingertips touched the top of her pubic hair. As if butting up against electrified, barbed wire, afraid to move his fingertips any lower, he stopped. Afraid to finger her pubic hair, he couldn't believe he was only mere inches touching, feeling, and fingering his mother's naked cunt. He so wanted to finger his mother's pussy. He needed to know if she was as wet as he was hard.
As if trying to steal money from her purse, he stealthily reached his hand down a little lower. Lower and lower, he gradually moved his hand down until his fingertips touched the top of her pubic hair. He couldn't believe he was touching his mother's pubic hair. Hard for him to wrap his horny brain around, and harder for him to resist, in the way that he wanted to feel his mother's naked tits, he so wanted to finger his mother's pussy.
He wondered how much lower she'd allow him to move his fingers before she stopped him. Maybe she was as sexually attracted to him as much as he was sexually attracted to her. Maybe she wanted and needed sex as much as much as he wanted and needed sex. Maybe she wanted him to masturbate her as much as he wanted to masturbate her. Maybe she wanted and needed to cum as much as he wanted and needed to cum.
Again, waiting for her to swat his horny hand away and close her nightgown, as if encouraging him to touch her and feel her naked body, she didn't push him away. Instead, as if giving him a reverse hump, she moved and wiggled herself closer against him. When she moved closer, his hand fell lower. With the heel of his hand resting on her pussy mound, he couldn't believe his mother allowed him to touch her in such a sexual way. If he lowered his fingers, he'd be fingering her pussy slit.
Nonetheless, not making his incestuous move until she was sleeping, slowly and ever so delicately, as if touching her eyebrows, he played with the top of his mother's blonde, trimmed, pubic hair. Again, he wondered again how far down she'd allow him to touch her before stopping him. With her pussy slit mere inches away from his long fingers, he'd love to cup his mother's cunt before splitting her slit with his fingers. Ready to masturbate her, he'd love to rub her clit while fingerfucking her pussy. Again, he wondered if she was as wet for him as he was hard for her.
"You feel younger and firmer that I thought you'd feel," he said.
For fear of being banned from her bed, he wished he could feel more of her. He wished he could feel her big tits, finger her erect nipples, and her squeeze her shapely ass. He wished he could feel all of her. He wished he could fingerfuck her pussy. Curious what she sounded like and looked like cumming, he wished he could masturbate his mother. He wished he could have sex with his MILF of a mother.
"I exercise and watch what I eat," she said with a laugh. "Thank you for your backhanded compliment," she said with another laugh. "I'm glad that gravity and aging hasn't had its way with my body yet."
With him already sexually excited, unable to help himself while hoping to sexually arouse her, he wanted to shower his mother with sexually, inappropriate compliments. Now that he was in bed with her, he wondered what she'd say if he confessed how he sexually felt about her. Instead of just sleeping with her, holding her, cuddling her, spooning her, and comforting her, he wondered what she'd do if he tried to sexually seduce her. He wondered if she'd have sex with him in the way that he wanted to have sex with her.
Maybe she was the type of woman who needed to be forced. Maybe it turned her on for him to strip her naked and have his wicked, sexual way with her. He wondered if that's what his father did. Maybe his mother enjoyed being slapped around while being taken by force. Only, he couldn't do that to his mother. He loved her too much to hurt her.
"Sorry, Mom. I didn't mean that in the way that it sounded," said Anthony.
She laughed a melodious laugh. He loved his mother's laugh. He loved her voice. He loved her walk when she wiggled her shapely ass and bounced her breasts. He loved her blonde hair, her bright, blue eyes, and her pretty face. He loved everything about his mother.
"Since we're in bed together and since you're playing with my pubic hair," she said laughing again. "Call me Samantha or Sam instead of Mom. This is awkward enough without you reminding me that I'm your mother and you're my son. If you don't mind, I'd prefer to pretend that we're a man and a woman, someone you picked up at a bar and asked home. I'd even prefer to pretend that we're husband and wife, instead of mother and son," she said shocking him. "I'd rather pretend that you're your father and I'm your obedient wife."
'Obedient wife? My mother wants to roll play that I'm her husband. What did she mean by that? Does she mean sex? Moreover, does she enjoy being dominated? I'd love to dominate my mother,' he thought. 'I'd love to strip her naked, tie her to my bed, and have my wicked sexual way with her naked body. I'd love to command her to suck my cock.'
He so wanted to slide a slow finger across his mother's red, full lips but afraid to startle her and not wanting to make his sexual intentions known, he didn't dare.
'Suck my prick, Mom. Blow me,' he imagined ordering his mother to blow him while slapping her naked ass.
Yet, again, he imagined his mother taking his stiff prick in her soft hand before taking him in her warm, wet mouth.
'I'd love to command her to fuck me,' he thought. 'Fuck me, Mom. I need to cum in your cunt,' he imagined saying to her.
She said it again. She wanted to pretend that he's her ex-husband. He relished the thought of pretending that he's his father and she's his wife instead of his mother. He wondered what rights were included with pretending that they were married. Maybe, she wanted to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her. Maybe, she's as horny for him as he's horny for her. He'd love for them to be on the same sexual, page while roll playing this incestuous game.
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By her wanting to pretend that he was his father, was she giving him permission to sexually touch her and feel her? Was she giving him permission to have sex with her? Ready to test the water, he was ready to masturbate his mother. He so wanted to rub her clit while fingerfucking her pussy. Again, he wondered what she sounded like and looked like when having a sexual orgasm. Again, curious if she was as wet as he was hard, he so wanted to finger his mother's cunt but he was afraid to prematurely touch her in such a sexually, inappropriate way.
Yet, unable to hide his sexual intentions, he felt embarrassed that his mother now knew that he wasn't there to help her to sleep. He wasn't there just to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, comfort her, and spoon her. He was there for sex.
He wanted sex, incestuous sex, and he felt embarrassed that his mother now knew that he wanted her in such a forbidden, sexual way. In the way that he wanted to fingerfuck her pussy while licking her pussy, he wanted her to stroke his cock while she sucked his cock. In the way that he wanted to cum in her mouth, he wanted to cum in her cunt too. In the way that he wanted to make slow and sensual love to his mother, he wanted to fuck her hard and fast.
"Okay, Samantha," he said moving his fingers away from her pubic hair. "I can do that."
Now what? Sticking to his original plan, he'd wait until she fell asleep. Then, while she lay sleeping, he'd touch her, feel her, and fondle her in all the places where a son should never touch, feel, and fondle his mother. While she lay sleeping, he'd hopefully have forbidden sex with his mother. While she lay sleeping, he'd hopefully fuck his mother. While she lay sleeping, moving his prick to her sleeping lips, maybe she'd blow him.
If he awakened her and she asked him to leave her bedroom, he'd retire to his room to masturbate over all that he saw, touched, felt, and fondled of his mother. At least, as soon as he walked in her room, with her nightgown getting caught on her vanity drawer, he saw her naked. At least, with her sleeping in the same bed beside him, as soon as she fell asleep, he'd get to touch her and feel her. Just when he was about to concede defeat, she shocked him with what she said next.
"You needn't move your fingers, Anthony. That felt relaxing what you were doing. Strangely familiar, like father like son, your father used to touch me in that relaxing way. He did the same thing with his fingertips," she said taking his hand by his wrist and moving it to where it was before, only a little bit lower. "Soothingly familiar, I enjoyed having him play with my pubic hair."
He wondered if his mother was playing him and daring him to see how far he'd go in having sex with his mother. He wondered if she was sexually teasing him and incestuously enticing him. He wondered if she was sexually seducing him in the way that he wanted to sexually seduce her. He wondered if she wanted him to masturbate her. If she was any other woman, he'd already be having sex with her.
"Okay," he said with his fingertips touching his mother's pubic hair again.
He returned his hand to where it was before. He toyed with her blonde, pubic hair as if was about to give her a bikini wax. Never in a million-years did he think he'd be playing with his mother's pubic hair.
"I'm cold," she said. "Move closer to me to keep me warm, Anthony," she said moving her buttocks tightly against his already swollen, pajama clad cock.
When she moved like that and wiggled her ass against his erection, he imagined fucking his mother from behind. He imagined humping her fast and humping her hard while cupping her big tits in the palm of his hands and fingering her erect nipples with his fingers. When she moved like that and pressed herself against him, his fingers moved lower with her. Now, instead of touching her pubic hair with his fingertips, nearly cupping her cunt, he had a whole handful of her pubic hair.
With the heel of his hand resting on her pussy mound again, his fingers were just above her pussy slit. When she moved like that, the bottom of her naked breasts rested on his forearm, his wrist, and on the back of his hand. He couldn't believe his mother's naked breasts rested on his forearm, wrist, and hand. Already more than he expected to happen after seeing his mother naked, now with her buttocks pressed tightly against him, with his fingertips touching her pussy slit, she rested her big, naked breasts on his forearm, wrist, and hand.
Without even turning, touching, and feeling her breasts with his upraised hand, he could feel how soft, how firm, and how heavy her breasts were. His mother had big, D cup breasts. Having already seen them when he walked in her bedroom, he couldn't believe how sexually excited he was just by spooning his mother while supporting her breasts with his arm as his hand rested on her pussy mound. So wanting to touch and feel her big breasts, he didn't know how much longer he could control himself from having his wicked, sexual way with her nearly, naked body.
"How's that," he asked while practically impaling his mother's nightgown clad ass with his pajama clad cock?
# # #
As if penetrating her by wiggling himself inside of her, he pushed himself closer to her. With his erection resting between his mother's nightgown clad, shapely ass cheeks, if they were naked, his cock would already be inside of her. Tempted to do so, he so wanted to remove his erect prick from his pajamas and lift the back of her nightgown to expose her naked ass. He so wanted to slide his stiff prick between the top of his mother's shapely thighs. He so wanted to make love to his mother before fucking her from behind.
'I wonder what she'd do if I did remove my prick from my pajamas, lift the back of her nightgown, and tried to fuck her from behind,' he thought.
Only, not wanting to prematurely ruin a good thing, he didn't dare. Instead, he'd wait until she was sleeping. Once she was sleeping, he'd feel and fondle her naked ass. Once she was sleeping, he'd finger her naked pussy. Once she was sleeping, he'd move to the other side of her and stick his erect prick in her hand before sliding his engorged cock, slowly across her lips. Having seen X-rated videos of it done on porn sites, he'd love his mother to not only give him a sleeping hand job but also, he'd love her to give him a sleeping blowjob too.
'I'm not here for sex. I'm here to help my Mom get a good night's sleep,' he thought obviously needing to remind himself of that. He needed to convince himself that his intentions were honorable instead of perversely sexual. The last thing he wanted was to sexually force himself on his mother. Yet, how sexually exciting would that be if he forced his mother to have sex? Nonetheless, even if she masturbated and/or blew him in her sleep, how would he explain his cum on her hand, on her nightgown, and/or in her mouth,' he thought?
'Anthony? I have a funny yet familiar taste in my mouth. Did you cum in my mouth while I was sleeping,' he imagined his mother asking him? 'Did you force me to blow you while I slept?'
Yet, if he needed anything, he needed to have hot sex with his mother. Barring that, if he needed anything, he needed a cold shower. As much as he wanted to lick and finger his mother's cunt, he wanted her to stroke and suck his cock. As much as he wanted to make sweet, slow love to his mother, he wanted to fuck her hard and fast. As much as he wanted to cum in his mother's mouth, he wanted to cum in her pussy too.
Yet, preoccupied with the thoughts of having incestuous sex with his mother, he wondered what she'd do if he tried to have sex with her. He wondered what she'd do if he removed his erect prick from his pajamas, lifted the back of her nightgown, and tried to make love to her from behind. He wondered what she'd do if he tried to fuck her while cupping her big, naked breasts and fingering her nipples.
Now that he was pretending that he was his father, he wondered what his father would do. He wondered if she'd be submissive enough to allow him to have sex with her. He wondered if she'd be appalled enough to fight him while he aggressively and sexually took what he wanted and sexually needed from her.
"That feels good," she said squirming her body more into him while accepting his pajama clad cock deeper between her ass cheeks.
'Is she kidding me? Does she know what she's doing to me,' he thought? 'If she continues to sexually tease me, I'm afraid I'd rape her. If she continues sexually teasing me, I swear to God, I'd strip my mother naked and fuck her.'
He wondered if she realized what she was doing. Instead of pushing him away and rebuking him, she moved closer to him while encouraging him to inappropriately, sexually touch and feel her. Sending him mixed sexual signals, yet, they still weren't clear enough for him to make a sexual move on her.
Regretting what he did or didn't do later, whether he made a sexual pass or not, he was exploring new and forbidden, sexual ground with his Mom. As confused as he was sexually excited, he didn't know what to do. His best plan may be his original plan, to follow her lead. Barring that, his best plan may be his original plan, to wait until she's sleeping.
'With her wanting to pretend that I'm my father, what would my father do,' he wondered again? 'What would my father say to convince her to have sex with him? Now that I'm in bed with my nearly, naked mother, not as easy as I thought it would be, how can I sexually seduce her with offending her or disgusting her? With me her son and her my mother, maybe she doesn't want to have sex with me in the way that I'd love to have sex with her?'
# # #
His arm rested on her toned stomach while his hand and fingers were still in contact with the pubic hairs of her pussy, and her breasts still rested on his forearm and on the back of his hand. As much as he wanted to cup and rub her pussy, he wanted to cup her big tits and finger her nipples. Driving him mad with incestuous, sexual lust, not really sure, he wondered if she was deliberately, sexually teasing him or just oblivious because he was her son.
'Maybe she doesn't think of me as a 22-year-old man but as a boy,' he thought. 'Maybe she doesn't realize that I have sexual wants and needs. Maybe she doesn't realize that I want to have sex with her.'
Holding one another in place, his pajama clad cock still pushed against his mother's nightgown clad ass cheeks. He had the sensation of what it would feel like to fuck his mother in her ass. He wished he could fuck her from behind, not necessarily in her ass, but he wished he could make love to her while kissing her and touching her and feeling her everywhere. Wishing he could give her multiple sexual orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock, he wished he could fuck his mother hard and fast enough to make her cum.
At the very least, he so wanted to touch her breasts. He so wanted to feel her breasts. He so wanted to suck her big tits. He so wanted to finger her nipples while humping his mother from behind. Then, as if his mother intuitively read his mind, she took his left hand in her right hand and moved it to her left breast. In the way that he wished he could touch and feel his mother's big, naked tit; she moved his hand to her left breast. Shocking him and sexually exciting him, her big, naked tit was in the palm of his hand.
'What the fuck? Is she sexually teasing me,' he thought? 'Oh, my God. I don't believe my mother put my hand on her naked breast. I can't believe I'm holding my mother's big, naked tit in the palm of my horny hand. Better than my sexual fantasy of having sex with my mother, this is unbelievable.'
Obviously, sensing his shock, sexual excitement, and his nervousness, she laughed.
"It's okay to touch me in this way, Anthony. This is how I slept with your father," she said.
Afraid she'd swat his hand away, he didn't dare move his hand. In the way that his erect prick was throbbing and pulsating against her ass, he felt her erect nipple pushing against the palm of his hand. Not even daring to move his fingers, he so wanted to pull, turn, and twist her nipple. In the way she was sexually exciting him, he wanted to sexually arouse her. Only, too fast, too soon, he feared he'd make her uncomfortable with his sudden burst of sexual lust and incestuous desire.
"Mom," he said.
Forgetting to call her Samantha, Mom was all that he said and all that he could say. He was surprised that she made the sexual move that he wanted to make by putting his hand on her naked breast. If it wasn't bad enough that she allowed him to finger her pubic hair, he couldn't believe she put his hand on her naked breast. Unable to wrap his head around holding his mother's big, naked tit in the palm of his horny hand, her breast was as soft as it was firm and as heavy as it was big.
# # #
What started out as just sleeping together quickly turned sexual to him but obviously not to her. With her nightgown caught on her vanity table drawer, whether she did it deliberately or unintentionally, no matter, he already saw his mother naked. He already saw his mother's big, naked tits, her areolas, her nipples, and her blonde, trimmed pussy.
Then, with her nightgown opening wide as soon as he climbed in bed behind her, his mother was practically naked, albeit in the dark. Now, with him playing with her pubic hair before she moved his hand to her naked breast, he wondered what else she'd do while pretending that he was his father. In the way that he'd love to finger her nipple, he'd love to finger her pussy.
'Maybe she'll move my hand to her cunt,' he thought.
Then, interrupting his sexual fantasy of masturbating his mother, she spoke.
"You act as if you've never held a naked breast in your hand before, Anthony," she said with a little laugh.
She surprised him with her immoral immodesty by making the first, sexually incestuous move when agreeing to allow him to sleep with her. She made the next, sexually incestuous move by wearing this outrageously revealing, wide, open nightgown. She made the third, sexually incestuous move when she kissed him on the pretense that he was standing beneath the mistletoe.
She continued making sexual moves by allowing him to finger her pubic hair, resting her nearly, naked breasts on his forearm and the back of his hand. Then, she allowed him to push his erect, pajama clad cock against her nightgown clad ass while spooning her and holding her naked breast. Finally, she moved his hand to her naked breast. Suspecting that his mother was taking more sexual advantage of him than he was of her, he could only follow her lead. An unexpected pleasure, he wondered what she'd do next.
While hoping that she would, he wondered if she'd feel, fondle, and stroke his cock. In the way that he had already played with her pubic hair and in the way that he wanted to rub her clit, finger her pussy, and masturbate his mother, he hoped she'd return the favor and masturbate him. In the way that he was holding her naked breast, he hoped she'd hold his naked cock.
With him already so very sexually excited, and with him already holding her big, naked breast in his hand, he'd love for his mother to give him a motherly hand job. He'd love her to stroke him. He'd love to cum for his mother. He'd love to cum all over her hand and all over her naked tits.
"Yes, of course, I held a naked breast in my hand but this is different. This is your naked breast, Mom," he said. "To be honest," said Anthony while gulping hard for courage. "It's much more sexually exciting to hold your naked breast, my mother's naked breast, in my hand than to hold any other women's naked breast in my hand."
'The connotation of being sexually intimate with my mother is something so illicitly forbidden yet so sexually hot,' he thought but decided not to confess how he truly felt about being in bed with his mother.
In the way that his cock grew and hardened while pressed against his mother's nearly, naked ass, he felt her nipple hardening and erecting against the palm of his hand. Wishing he could sexually arouse his mother in the way that she was sexually exciting him, he wished he could finger her nipples. He wished he could pull, turn, and twist her nipples before sucking her big tits. He wished he could make her as wet as he was hard.
Obviously, unless she was still cold, with her erect nipple revealing how she truly felt, she was just as sexually aroused as he was sexually excited. With tits, especially big tits, his favorite, female body part, holding his mother's naked breast was much more sexually exciting than holding and feeling the naked breast of a stranger. Now that he was holding her naked breast in his hand and with her obviously giving him the green light, he wanted to finger her nipple. Only, what she said next torpedoed that idea.
"I don't mind you touching me, feeling me, fondling me, and caressing my naked breast, Anthony, just don't finger my nipple," she said turning her head to him on her pillow to look at him in the dark. As if she could read his mind, she knew what was thinking. "Okay?"
Able to see how she was looking at him when she turned her head on her pillow, she looked at him as if daring him to touch her nipple. Receiving mixed, sexual signals from his mother, he was confused. Frustratingly, with him already holding her big, naked breast in the palm of his hand, her nipple was off limits. Afraid to touch her nipple for fear that she'd ban him from her bed, he controlled himself from fingering her nipple.
He wondered if her nipples were the only, sexual parts of her naked body that were off limits to his horny hands and fingers. With her not saying that he couldn't, does that mean that he could finger her pussy? In the way he'd love his mother to fondle his prick and stroke his prick, he'd love to rub her clit and fingerfuck her pussy. In the way that he wished she'd masturbate him, he'd love to masturbate her. In the way that he'd love her to cum for his mother, he'd love to hear her and watch her have a sexual orgasm too.
"I don't think I should be touching, feeling, fondling, and caressing your breast, Mom," he said suddenly feeling embarrassed that she had restricted him from fingering her nipple.
Already so very sexually excited, he had such a big and hard erection. Ready to return to his room, he moved his hand away from her breast in the way that he moved his fingers away from her pubic hair. Afraid that he'd force himself on her, and fearing that he'd rape his mother, she was driving him mad with incestuous, lustful desire by sexually teasing him.
# # #
"What's the big deal, Anthony? It's just a breast," she said. "It's just my tit. I'm sure you've felt tits before," she said with a dirty laugh.
Obviously, not taking no for an answer, she reached behind her to pull his arm forward and to move his hand back to her breast again. When she moved like that, just before moving his hand on her breast, his hand fell lower. Now, his fingertips were right on her pussy slit. His fingertips touched the most forbidden, the most holy, and the most sacred place on his mother's body. His fingertips were touching her cunt, his mother's cunt.
'This is unbelievable,' he thought. 'Never did I imagine I'd be touching my mother's pussy.'
Taking a chance to see what she'd say and what she'd do, he played with the tuft of pubic hair that covered her pussy slit. Then, as if dipping his toe in the water, he wanted to dip his fingertip in his mother's pussy. In the way that he wished he could finger her nipple, he wished he could rub her clit and fingerfuck her pussy. He was curious to know if she was as wet as he was hard. In the way that he wished she'd masturbate him, he wanted to masturbate her.
"Sorry, Mom," he said not knowing what else to say when referring to being shy about touching her naked breast.
It was one thing to cup his mother's naked breast in the palm of his hand but quite another thing to actually have her give him permission to touch, feel, fondle, and caress her big tit. Without a doubt, if she wasn't his mother, he'd have a lot to say about feeling her big, naked breast. If she wasn't his mother, he'd be feeling her big tits and fingering her nipples while sucking her nipples. If she wasn't his mother, he'd already be fucking her. He'll be masturbating over this night for the rest of his life.
"There's no reason to be sorry, Anthony. This is how I used to sleep with your father. When he wasn't playing with my pubic hair, he held my naked breast in his hand while I slept. I loved feeling his hands on me. Something that lulled me to sleep instead of sexually arousing me, his touch was comforting,' she said.
Taking what she said as his green light to sexually assault his mother, he slowly moved the palm of his hand across his mother's erect nipple.
"I love how your breast feels in my hand," he said.
Then, when he moved his fingers and was just about to finger his nipple, as if she could read his horny mind, his mother interrupted him.
"With you holding my naked breast, nothing sexual, as long as you don't finger my nipple, I'd like you to continue holding my breast," she said. "As long as you don't finger my pussy, I don't mind you playing with my pubic hair," she said.
Abandoning one to feel the other, he continued touching, holding, fondling, squeezing, and caressing his mother's naked, left breast while careful not to finger her nipple. Taking turns, in between feeling her naked breast, he reached his hand down to finger her pubic hair. Inching his hand and fingertips down lower, in the way that he was cupping her big breast in the palm of his hand, he wished he could cup her pussy in the palm of his hand too. In the way that he wished he could finger her nipple, he wished he could split her pussy slit.
Again, thinking of cumming for his mother, he wanted her to cum for him too. In the way that he wished she'd masturbate him, he wanted to masturbate her. If she wasn't his mother, he'd be fingering her nipples. If she wasn't his mother, he'd be rubbing her clit and fingerfucking her pussy. If she wasn't his mother, he'd be expecting her to give him a hand job. If she wasn't his mother, he'd be expecting her to give him a blowjob after making love to her and fucking her.
Yet, perhaps, too fast too soon. Maybe, she'd allow him to sleep with her again. Maybe, the next time he slept with her, she'd allow him to finger her nipples. Maybe, the next time he slept with her, she'd allow him to rub her clit and fingerfuck her pussy. Maybe, the next time they slept together, they'd have sex, incestuous sex.
"You have beautiful breasts, Mom. So soft and yet so firm, I love your big tits," he said while no knowing what else to say. The last thing he wanted to do was to offend her. The last thing he wanted to do was to awaken his mother from whatever the Hell this was. "And your pubic hair is soft and so blonde too."
She turned to give him a smile and a peck on the lips.
"Thank you, Anthony. You're sweet," she said making eye contact with him while smiling.
As much as he loved playing with his mother's pubic hair, he loved feeling the heaviness of his mother's big, naked breast in his hand. Sexually exciting him to get even harder, just the feel of her big tit in his hand allowed him to maintain a constant erection. When he wasn't holding, fondling, and squeezing her breast, he fingered her pubic hair. As much as he never thought he'd be feeling his mother's naked breast, he never thought he'd be touching his mother's naked pussy.
# # #
After a while, she flipped her pillow to the cooler side and when he turned the other way, she turned with him to spoon him. Like son like mother, in the way that he did with her, she did with him. She placed her soft, warm hand on his hard, flat stomach.
As if she humping him, in the way that he had pulled her to him, she pulled him to her. As if she was giving natural birth to him again, cemented against his body, figuratively and literally attached at the hip, they were so very close to one another. Forgetting she was his mother and he was her son, with them both nearly naked, comforted by her warmth, she made him feel as if she was his woman instead of his Mom.
Pressed tightly against one another, they stayed like that for a few minutes before she lowered her hand, perhaps, for a more comfortable position. In the way that he touched her naked pussy inside of her nightgown, Anthony held his breath while hoping his mother would touch his erect cock through his pajama bottoms. In the way that his fingertips touched her pubic hair inside of her nightgown, her manicured fingertips touched the top of his pubic hair inside his pajama bottom pee hole.
'Touch me, Mom. Touch my cock,' he thought while willing her to touch him. 'Take my hard, erect prick in your warm, soft hand and stroke me.'
Growing bigger and harder, his cock pulsated and throbbed with the sexual anticipation of his mother touching his stiff prick and/or her holding his erect prick through his pajama bottoms or inside his pajama pee hole. He wished she'd put her hand on his cock in the way that he put his hand on her cunt. He wished she'd stick her hand all the way inside of his pajama bottoms in the way that he had his horny hand all the way inside of her nightgown.
As if she was his lover instead of his mother, he'd love her to wrap her fingers around his big dick. In the way that he wanted to masturbate his mother, he wished she'd masturbate him. In the way that he wanted to cum for her, he'd love for her to cum for him.
As if giving her a not so subtle hint, as if begging for the motherly attention of her hand, his cock continued throbbing and pulsating in anticipation of his mother touching his stiff, naked prick. Instead of just sleeping together, with him having such a huge erection, she must know that he's sexually excited. With his cock throbbing and pulsating, how could not know that he's horny? How could she not know that he wanted and needed to cum?
In the way that he felt her pussy with his fingertips, she must have felt his erection pushing against her ass cheeks. How could she not? As if he had a live snake in his pajama bottoms trying to escape, how could she not know he has a huge erection? Hopefully, she'd fondle the head of his prick through his pajama bottoms in the way that he fondled her pubic hair. Hopefully, she'd remove his prick from his pajamas to hold it in her hand. Her excuse to touch his big dick, maybe that's how she slept with his father.
He couldn't count how many times he had an erection while thinking of his mother naked and having sex with her. He couldn't count how many times he had an erection while thinking of seeing, touching, and feeling his naked mother. He couldn't count how many times he masturbated while thinking of his mother touching him, feeling him, holding him, stroking him, sucking him, and fucking him.
Now, here he was sleeping in her bed. Here she was spooning him with her hand on his tummy and her manicured fingertips mere inches away from his stiff prick. The sexual anticipation of her touching his cock was as sexually exciting as it was sexually frustrating. In the way that she lovingly touched him whenever he was ill with a fever from the flu, his prick ached for his mother's soft, warm hand to touch him now that he had a burning, sexual fever.
Forget about sleeping with his mother. Too sexually excited to sleep, he can't sleep. He needed to have sex with her. He so wanted her to fondle the head of his prick. He so wanted her to stroke him. Needing to show his mother his big dick, he so wanted her to suck him. Wishing he could cum in her mouth, all over her face and across her big, naked tits, and/or in her warm, wet pussy, he so wanted to cum for his mother.
Hinting at what he wanted and expected her to do, he moved a little higher up on the bed and raised his knees to move his cock closer to her hand. Hopefully close enough for her fingertips to come in contact with his erect penis, he wanted her to touch him in the sexually way that she allowed him to touch her. As if his stiff prick had a mind of its own, it continued throbbing and pulsating with the sexual anticipation of his mother touching him, holding him, stroking him, sucking him, and fucking him.
Ready to move his body higher up on her bed, he wondered what she'd do if her fingertips touched his erection. Would she leave her hand there or would she move her hand away? Would she be sexually aroused by touching his prick or would she be embarrassingly disgusted? Just when he was about to reposition his cock closer to her hand again, she shocked him by voluntarily lowering her hand and touching his pajama clad cock without any help or suggestions from him.
'Mom,' he wanted to say but not wanting to ruin the moment, he didn't breathe a word.
Maybe she's just getting more comfortable. Maybe in the way he didn't know where to put his hand, she doesn't know where to put her hand. Maybe she doesn't know she's touching him. Maybe she doesn't know that her fingertips are in contact with his pulsating and throbbing prick. Maybe she's sleeping. Maybe she's dreaming of having sex with her son in the way that he continually dreams of having sex with his mother.
Shocking him, he couldn't believe it when his mother placed her soft, warm hand on his pajama clad, hard, erect cock. Sexually exciting him, in the way that his hand had held her naked breast, he couldn't believe his mother's hand was on top of his stiff prick. He wished she'd pull out his prick and wrap her fingers around it. In the way that he touched, squeezed, and felt her big, naked breast, he wished she'd fondle and stroke his big, naked prick.
Not moving her hand, she left her hand there. In the way she allowed him to hold her naked breast, he wished she'd remove his cock from his pajamas and hold his naked prick. Yet, more than just holding it, he wished she'd pull out his cock, wrap her long, manicured fingers around his naked erection, and stroke him while fondling him. He wished she'd masturbate him. He'd love to cum for his mother.
Something he had dreamt about when sleeping and fantasized over when masturbating himself, he wished she'd masturbate him. Again, with his horny thoughts controlling his mind, he'd love to cum for his mother. He couldn't believe his mother's hand was on his erect prick albeit through his pajama bottoms. Even if nothing else happened, he couldn't wait to go to his room and masturbate over everything that happened tonight.
As if he was her man instead of her son and she was his wife, his girlfriend, or his lover instead of his mother, in the way that he left his hand on her naked pussy mound, she left her hand on his pajama clad cock. In the way she put his hand on her naked breast, she put her hand on his pajama clad cock. Not daring to move for fear of his mother removing her hand, he stayed like that while incestuous, sexual excitement overwhelmed him.
Never had he felt such sexual lust with a woman touching his erection through his clothes in the way that he was sexually excited with his mother feeling his stiff prick through his pajama bottoms. He wondered if she was sleeping. He wondered if she was dreaming of having sex with him in the way that he dreamt of having sex with her so very many times. He wondered if she sexually fantasized about his hard, erect prick in the way that he sexually fantasized over her warm, wet pussy. He hoped she'd finger the head of his cock in her sleep.
He wished his mother would stick her hand all the way inside her pajama bottoms in the way that he stuck his hand all the way inside his mother's nightgown. He wished she'd touch his naked prick in the way that he touched her naked breast and her naked pussy. He wished his cock would make a surprise appearance and pop out of his pajama pee hole. If his stiff prick did escape from his pajamas and touched her hand, he wondered if she'd move her hand away or if she'd wrap her fingers around his big did and hold his hard prick in her soft hand.
Then, surprising him and sexually exciting him even more, she slipped her fingers inside his pajama pee hole and touched his erect penis with her fingertips. Then, removing her fingers, she fondled the erect head of his cock while holding it and squeezing it through his pajama bottoms. In the way that he wished she'd allow him to rub her pussy, his mother was feeling his erect, naked prick and fondling the head of his cock. In the way that he wished she'd allow him to finger her erect nipples, he couldn't believe his mother was fondling his erect prick. He only wished she'd masturbate him.
# # #
"Mom," he whispered to see if she was awake or sleeping.
He needn't say anymore for her to know his meaning.
"Oh, don't be such a prude, Anthony. This is how I slept with your father. He'd hold my naked breast or play with my pubic hair while spooning me one way and I'd hold his naked cock in my hand while spooning him the other way. It isn't like I'm giving you a hand job," she said with obvious exasperation.
He wondered what else she'd say was okay to do because she did that with his father. Now, that she mentioned hand job, would it be acceptable behavior for his mother to give him a hand job because that's what she did with his father? Taking the sexual progression a step further, would it be okay for his mother to give him a blowjob because that's what she did with his father? Would it be okay for her to make love to him before fucking him because that's what she did with his father?
Then, adding a bit of pressure to her fingers, tightly gripping him, she held his cock through his pajama bottoms as if she was holding a pole on the subway. Immediately, with his mother finally touching him, holding him, and fingering him, his cock grew bigger and harder. Not that he wanted to stop it but he was unable to stop his cock from throbbing and pulsating.
He so wanted to hump his mother's hand to give himself a forced hand job. Then, an unexpected albeit hopefully, sexual pleasure, it happened. As if his cock had a mind of its own, his stiff prick burst out of his pajama pee-hole in the way of a stripper bursting out of a giant, birthday cake. His naked, erect prick was finally free of the constrained encumbrance of his pajama bottoms.
"Maybe I should go to my room now, Mom," he said embarrassed while knowing that his big prick was already out of his pajama bottoms and waving at his mother.
He needed to masturbate over all that transpired. He was so horny. He needed to masturbate over seeing his mother naked, fingering her pubic hair, holding her big, naked tit, and her touching his erect prick through his pajama bottom. He needed to cum while visualizing his mother's naked body and imagining having sex with her. He needed to cum while recalling fingering her pubic hair and holding her big breast in his horny hand.
"Please don't go, Anthony. Not yet," she said releasing her hold of his pajama clad prick to grab a handful of his naked cock as soon as it made its appearance.
# # #
'My Mom is holding my naked prick in her hand. I can't believe she's holding my big, hard, naked prick in her soft, warm hand,' he thought.
As if he was sexually fantasizing this moment, a sight he never wanted to forget, he stared down at her hand in the dark before looking up at her. In the way that he had held her naked breast in his hand, his mother held his naked prick in her hand. Something he masturbated and ejaculated over for years, he couldn't believe his mother was holding his naked prick in her hand.
He only wished she'd stroke his prick. In the way that he wanted to masturbate his mother, he wanted her to masturbate him. He'd love to cum for his mother. Giving his mother a cum bath, he'd love to shoot a load of warm, oozy cum all over her hand, across her naked breasts, and all over her face and hair.
"Mom," he said again and was all that he could say.
As if grabbing a hammer, he couldn't believe his mother grabbed his naked prick with purposeful, sexual arousal.
"Did I do that?" She giggled a whisper in his ear while staring down at his cock and sexually teasing him. "Did I sexually excite you just by putting my hand on your penis through your pajamas?"
Then, as if she was squeezing a full tube of toothpaste with the cap still on, she held her son's cock tighter in her hand. Tempted to hump her hand, he wondered if she'd give him a forced hand job. Tempted to put his hand on her hand and move her hand up and down with his hand while stroking himself, as testimony to his incestuous attraction for his mother, he'd love to cream his mother's hand with his warm cum.
"Yes, you did do that. Sorry, Mom," he said. "I'm so embarrassed that I'm sexually excited over my mother."
Hornier now than he's ever been, while his mother held his stiff prick in her hand, again, he wanted to moved his hips back and forth for her to give him a forced hand job. He wanted her to masturbate him. Needing to cum, he wanted her to give him some sexual relief.
"Embarrassed?" She laughed. "Don't be embarrassed. It's okay, Anthony. You have nothing to be sorry or embarrassed about. You have a big, beautiful cock. You should be proud of your big dick," said Samantha. "Unlike your father's flaccid penis, I love holding your stiff prick in my hand."
Not knowing what else to say, he acknowledged his mother's compliment.
"Thank you, Mom," he said feeling ashamed nonetheless. "I'm so embarrassed," he said again while not knowing what else to say. He stared down in the dark at her naked breasts. "You have big, beautiful tits," he said returning her compliment with his compliment.
She laughed a melodious laugh.
"Thank you, Anthony. I'm glad you love my tits. I love my tits too," she said looking down at her naked breasts. "Yet, don't be embarrassed that I sexually excited you while holding your penis in my hand," she said again. "Your cock isn't the first cock that I've held in my hand," she said with a dirty laugh. "I've been holding your father's prick in my hand and giving him regular hand jobs and blowjobs since my prom night," she said with a giggle while slowly stroking him.
# # #
Having never heard his mother speak in such a sexual way before, as if she was talking dirty to him and giving him sexy pillow talk, it excited him when she said cock and prick. Following her lead, hoping she'd give him more, sexual details about her sexual life, he pried his mother for more information. Only, surprising him even more, with her willing to tell him whatever he wanted to know, she seemed eager to share all the sexual details.
"I can't imagine you giving Dad a hand job and/or a blowjob," he said curious about her sexual past and prodding her to tell him more about her sexual experiences with his father.
Suddenly, he had an image of his mother stroking his father while sucking his father. He had an image of his father giving his mother a cum bath. He had an image of his father cumming in his mother's mouth, across her naked breasts, in her hair, and all over her face.
"Why wouldn't I give your father a hand job and/or a blowjob. He was my husband and I was his wife," she said with a laugh. "All men love receiving hand jobs and/or blowjobs."
He shrugged while nodding his head in agreement before persevering in his sexual interrogation of his mother.
"Just wondering, if you don't mind me asking, did you just hold Dad's cock while he humped your hand with his hips or did you fondle the head of his prick while moving your hand back and forth."
She looked at him and made a face while laughing.
"Of course, I moved my hand back and forth," she said suddenly moving her hand back and forth while holding his big, erect prick. "I know how to give a hand job, Anthony. How else would I give your father a hand job?"
He showed even more sexual excitement by his mother's answer.
"Oh," he said while wishing he had the nerve to ask her to give him a hand job. "Just wondering. Did you allow Dad to cum in your mouth and did you swallow his cum if you did allow him to cum in your mouth?"
She laughed out loud.
"It's really not considered a blowjob unless a man cums in a woman's mouth and she swallows," she said with a dirty laugh.
As soon as she stopped stroking him, she gave him a naughty look with her sexy smile.
"Is that what you'd like me to do, Anthony? Is that what you're hinting at with all these questions? Would you like me to masturbate you? Would you like your mother to give you a hand job?" She lifted her head off her pillow to look at him again. "Do you need to cum?"
Obviously, embarrassed that he wanted his mother in such an incestuous, sexual way, he didn't return her look.
'I can't believe this,' he thought. 'My mother asked me if I wanted her to masturbate me. She asked me if I wanted her to give me a hand job. She asked me if I needed to cum.'
Wishing she'd just masturbate him, not ask, and not wait for his permission to jerk him off, he felt perverted enough to respond affirmatively to her question. Now his horny mind was filled with his mother's hand stroking his erect prick. His horny mind was filled with ejaculating buckets of cum for his mother. Nonetheless, he gave her the answer that he hoped she wanted to hear.
"Yes, Mother. I want you to masturbate me. I'd love you to give me a hand job," he said staring down at her hand holding his naked prick. "I need to cum and I'd love to cum for you, Mom."
Not answering him, she fingered the head of his cock with her long, manicured fingers. She stared up at him and smiled at him. She gave him a sexy smile and a naughty look, before returning her focus stare to his engorged prick. Leaving him in suspense, he wondered if she was going to give him a hand job or not. Sexually teasing him with her gentle, motherly touches, she slowly stroking her son's erect prick.
If it wasn't enough his mother was holding his erect, naked prick in her hand, he couldn't believe she was ready to give him a hand job. Yet, instead of giving him a hand job, he wished she'd give him a blowjob. He'd love to see his cock stretching his mother's mouth while she stared up at him with her bid, blue eyes. He'd love to put a gentle hand behind her blonde, pretty head and hump her mouth while fucking her face. He'd love to cum in her mouth, his mother's mouth.
Not stopping with just a hand job or a blowjob, he wished she'd allow him to make love to her before fucking her. He'd love to make sweet love to his mother while kissing her, French kissing her. He'd love to make romantic love to his mother while touching and feeling her everywhere. He'd love to fuck his mother. He'd love to really pound her pussy hard and fast. He'd love to give his mother a sexual orgasm with his cock in the way that she was ready to give him a sexual orgasm with her hand.
"You have a very big and hard cock, Anthony," she said.
He smiled up at his mother.
"I do?"
She returned her son's smile with her smile.
"Trust me," she said with a dirty laugh. "You do."
He looked at his mother with embarrassment mixed with sexual excitement.
"Thank you, I think," he said with a nervous laugh. "I'm a little embarrassed that you're holding my prick in your hand," he said.
She gave him a naughty smile before laughing.
"You weren't embarrassed playing with my pubic hair while feeling and fondling my naked breast?"
Anthony looked at his mother with shame.
"Actually, just as I am now, I was too sexually excited to be embarrassed. I was embarrassed that I was seeing and feeling your naked breast as I was embarrassed with you seeing and feeling my naked prick. It's just that you're my mother and I'm your son," said Anthony.
Samantha gave her son a sexy look before asking him another incestuous, sexual loaded question.
# # #
"Tell me something. What if I wasn't your mother?" She gave him another naughty smile. "If I wasn't your mother, now that we're in bed together and nearly naked, what would you do to me then?"
They were both so very connected. It was as if she could read his mind. She obviously knew what he'd do if she wasn't his mother. Yet, unless he was reading her wrong, seemingly, it didn't matter to her that he was her son she was his mother.
"I'm too embarrassed to say, Mom," he said replacing his sexual excitement with feigned embarrassment.
She laughed a melodious laugh.
"Samantha. With me holding your erect prick in my hand, call me, Samantha or Sam instead of calling me Mom," she said with a sexy laugh. "Now tell me. I'd like to know," she said while slowly stroking her son's erect prick while fondling the head of his stiff dick with her manicured fingertips. "With you in my bed and the both of us nearly naked, what would you do to me if I was some other woman other than your mother, any other woman, a woman you picked up at a bar?"
Anthony looked at his mother with sexual excitement.
"If you weren't my mother, I'd kiss you, really kiss you, French kiss you while touching you, feeling you everywhere before making love to you," he said becoming sexually aroused with the imagery of having sex with his mother.
As if they were both thinking about what he had just said, they remained quiet.
"Before your father, I was a virgin. Before your father, I wasn't a whore but I had lots of boyfriends. Even though I was a virgin, I had lots of cocks in my hand and in my mouth. My way of maintaining my virginity was to give hand jobs and blowjobs. Your cock, Anthony, is the biggest and the hardest I've ever felt," she said with a pause. Then, she whispered her sexual confession in his ear. "May I see it?"
Anthony looked at his mother through the darkness.
"Pardon? See what, Mother?"
Knowing what she said but needing the time to wrap his brain around showing his mother his stiff, naked prick, he needed to ask her again what she said to make certain that he wasn't mistaken and heard her incorrectly.
"May I see your cock, Anthony? Show it to me. I'd like to see my son's big prick, if you don't mind," she said with sexual arousal. "It's been years since I've seen, touched, felt, and stroked a big, hard prick."
He turned on his back to give his mother a better look of his stiff prick in the darkness.
"Sure. Okay," he said with a shrug while ready to show his mother his big, stiff prick in the way that she exposed her big, beautiful, naked breast to him.
# # #
Not expecting her to do so, not thinking that she'd turn on the light, as if giving him a medical exam, she turned on the bedside light and he squinted. Then, as if removing the wrapping from an expensive Christmas gift, she removed the blanket and sheet from her son's cock. Immediately, his cock sprung to life as if it was on a spring that had been released with the removal of the bedding.
"You have a beautiful cock, Anthony," said his mother while staring at his erect penis.
She stared at it in the way that he had always imagined his mother staring at his naked cock while he masturbated himself.
'I can't believe I'm exposing my naked prick to my mother. I can't believe she's staring at my naked prick in the way that I stared her naked tits,' he thought.
She sat up in bed for a better look of his naked prick. Then, she leaned closer to his engorged prick as if she was about to take him in hand before taking him in her mouth to suck him.
'I'd love my mother to suck me. I'd love her to give me a blowjob,' he thought.
She looked from his stiff prick to look up at her son with a big, sexually aroused smile.
"It's so big," she said staring up at her son. "Your cock is much bigger than your father's prick."
When she moved forward like that, her breasts moved forward with her and her nightgown opened even more to expose more of her naked breasts. With much of her nightgown caught beneath the both of them, it appeared as if she was wearing a cape instead of a nightgown. She repositioned herself in bed for a better look at her son's prick and when she did both of her naked breasts fell out of her nightgown in plain view of her son's horny eyes.
"Mom," said Anthony staring at his mother's big, naked tits.
He looked as embarrassed as he appeared sexually excited. Samantha looked down at her exposed, naked breasts before looking up at her son. Obviously, she was flashing Anthony her big, naked tits, her areolas, and her erect, pink nipples. Obviously, she was sexually teasing him by showing him all that he had yearned to see.
"Oh, Anthony," she said with a sigh while rolling her eyes. "It's only my breasts. What's the big deal. It's just my tits. You sucked on these tits when you were a baby," she said lifting her breast in the palm of her hand as if offering her tit up to him to suck.
Sharing his sexual excitement with her sexual arousal, she stared down at him staring at her naked breasts.
"You have a beautiful body, Mom," said Anthony staring at his mother's big, naked tits.
As if his compliment was her invitation, she unbuttoned the top of her nightgown.
"Since you're showing me your cock, would you like to see my tits?" Before he could answer, she withdrew her arms from her nightgown. "I'll show you my tits. Would you like that, Anthony? Would you like you see your mother's naked tits?"
Before he could even answer her, exposing both her naked breasts to him, she slid her nightgown down around her waist. Obviously enjoying exposing herself to her son, her face was filled with incestuous, sexual arousal. She looked down at herself before looking up at him with pride and sexual arousal. Obviously, Samantha was proud of her big tits and was sexually excited to show her son her naked breasts.
"Mom," he said and was all that he could say.
Samantha laughed at her son's embarrassment.
"So, tell me. What do you think of your mother's tits? Judging from your erection, I'd say that you liked what you felt and are seeing now," she said putting his hand on her breast again while wrapping her fingers around his cock again. "Am I correct?"
Anthony stared at his mother's naked tits as if he had never seen naked tits before.
"You have beautiful breasts, Mother," he said.
She gave him a warm, motherly smile.
"Samantha. Call me Samantha or Sam. It's weird for you to call me mother when I'm topless and in bed with you and with my hand around your erection," she said with a dirty laugh. "If you don't mind, I'd rather pretend that I'm someone else other than your mother and am with someone else other than with my son."
# # #
Anthony felt and fondled his mother's big tits, first one and then the other.
"I love your big tits, Samantha," he said moving his hand away from her tits.
She moved his hand back to her naked breast.
"Go ahead. You may feel my breasts, just not my nipples," she said.
Anthony stared up at his mother.
"Why can't I feel your nipples?"
He held her breast in the palm of his hand before sliding a slow palm across her nipple and before taking her nipple in between his fingers. While his mother stared down at what his fingers were doing to her nipple, he pulled, turned, and twisted her erect nipple.
"Oh, Anthony. Don't do that. Please don't do that," she said feebly protesting her son fingering her nipple. "God, oh, God."
She put her hand on his hand to prevent him from fingering her nipple but released his hand when he moved his hand to her other breast and nipple.
"Why not? Why can't I finger your nipples, Mom, I mean, Samantha?"
Anthony so wanted to kiss his mother. He so wanted to stick his tongue in his mother's mouth. He so wanted to make love to his mother before fucking his mother. He so wanted to give his mother incestuous sex. He so wanted to give his mother multiple orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock as his Christmas gift to her.
"Anthony, my God, Anthony, if you continue fingering my nipples like that, you'll sexually arouse me. You'll make me wet," she said breathlessly. She parted her legs, took his hand in her hand, and moved his fingers to her naked pussy. "See? Now look what you've done. You made me all wet, Anthony. Now that I'm sexually aroused, if you keep fingering my nipples and fingering my pussy, I'll have no control over what I sexually do next."
# # #
As if she was daring him to finger her erect nipples and finger her wet pussy, Anthony laughed.
"Now, you tell me. What will you do, Mother, if I continue fingering your erect nipples and fingering your wet pussy," he said fingering his mother's cunt with one hand while pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples with his other hand?
Samantha closed her eyes and let out her sexual delight in a gasp.
"Forget about giving you a hand job. I'd give you a blowjob," she said in a sexually aroused whisper as if talking to herself. "I'd suck your cock," she said gasping again when her son rubbed her clit faster and moved his other finger deeper inside her pussy. Fingerfucking his mother while rubbing her clit, he was finally masturbating her. "I'd fucking blow you and allow you to cum in my mouth, your mother's mouth, and would swallow your cum," she said delirious with sexual arousal.
Undaunted by her warning, while fingering her nipples, he masturbated his mother while French kissing her. He rubbed her clit and fingerfucked his mother while turning, pulling, and twisting her erect nipples. He fingerfucked his mother's cunt deeper and faster as if he was her boyfriend, her lover, or her husband instead of her son. Determined to make his mother cum, he couldn't wait to see the expression on her face. He couldn't wait to hear the sounds she made when cumming.
"Suck my cock, Mom. Blow me," he said. "I need to cum in your beautiful mouth. I need to watch you sucking me while staring up at me with your big, blue eyes. I need to watch you swallow my cum," he said.
She stared down at his hand fingering her nipples and her pussy before staring down at his expose prick. She stared down at her son masturbating her. While watching and waiting for her to cum, Anthony stared up at his mother.
"Oh, Anthony. Anthony. Please don't. Please stop. You're going to make me cum. Don't. Stop. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Don't stop. Rub me faster. Fuck me deeper. Anthony. Oh, my God. Anthony. Oh, my God. I'm cumming. I'm cumming, Anthony," said Samantha falling back in the soft comfort of her bed after having a sexual orgasm from her son masturbating her.
He continued feeling his mother's breasts while fingering her nipples. Then, as if giving her a not so subtle hint, he slid a slow finger across his mother's full, red lips. Tasting herself on his finger, she took his finger in her mouth and sucked it as if she was sucking her son's prick.
"Suck my cock, Mother. Blow me. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth," he said again.
She ejected his finger with her tongue to speak. Then, she pushed down her covers with her legs to expose her naked pussy to her son in the way that he exposed his naked cock to his mother. Anthony stared at his mother's naked cunt in the way that she stared at her son's naked cock.
"Oh, Anthony. It's been a long time since I've had a cock in my mouth," she said with sexual arousal. "It's been a long time since a man ejaculated his cum in my mouth. I'd love to suck you, Anthony. I'd love to give you a blowjob," she said looking up at her son while slowly stroking his erect prick again. "The best Christmas gift you could give me, I'd love you to cum in my mouth."
Something he always wanted to do, he leaned down to give his mother another deep, wet kiss.
"After you take me in your mouth, after you blow me, I'll eat your pussy. Then, I'll make love to you before fucking you. Finally, after I give you two more sexual orgasms, one with my tongue and a third one with my cock, I want you to finish blowing me. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth, Mother," he said.
While slowly stroking her son, she stared down at his cock before staring back up at him.
"Anthony, oh Anthony, should we be doing this? Should I be having sex with my son and should you be having sex with your mother? This is so wrong."
He smiled at his mother before French kissing her again.
"Yes, we should be doing this. Obviously, we both sexually need this," he said. "Merry Christmas, Mother," he said moving his mouth in between her shapely thighs.
Samantha move halfway down the bed to take her son in her mouth. She stroked him while sucking him. She continued sucking him until he was ready to cum and asked her to stop. Not wanting to cum just yet, he wanted to eat his mother first before making love to her and before fucking her. Then, he'd want her to finish her blowjob. He'd want to cum in his mother's mouth.
# # #
His mother returned her head to her pillow and spread her legs wide for her son to finger her while eating her. In way that she moved halfway down the bed to blow him, Anthony moved halfway down the bed to eat her. As if he was Adam in the Garden of Eden and eating forbidden fruit, he fingered his mother's cunt while licking his mother's cunt.
"Anthony, oh, Anthony," she said taking his head in between her hands. "Lick me faster. Rub my clit harder. Finger me deeper. Don't stop. Please don't stop. You're going to make me cum again, Anthony. You're going to make your mother cum," she said putting a heavy hand behind her son's head and mashing his face in her cunt.
As if giving him a cum bath, she rubbed her vaginal secretions all over her son's face. As if she was the man and he was the women, obviously enjoying her son eating her pussy, she humped his mouth with her hips and fucked his face with her sopping wet pussy. He continued rubbing her clit while licking his mother. Rubbing her harder while fingering her deeper, he licked her faster. As he was a pussy eating machine, he ate his mother in the way he had always imagined eating her while sniffing her panties and masturbating himself.
Anthony reached up to fondle her breasts and finger her nipples while continuing to eat her cunt, his mother's cunt. He squeezed her big tits while pulling, turning, and twisting her erect nipples. In the way that he was having his sexual way with his mother's big, naked tits, he had his incestuous way with his mother's pussy.
"Uma, uma, uma," he said adding sound effects to eating his mother. "Uma, uma, uma," he said.
Samantha tightened her legs and arched her back while closing her eyes and grabbing the sheet with both hands.
"Anthony! Anthony! Oh, my God, Anthony. Jesus Christ. Anthony! Oh, Anthony. Lick me faster. Rub me harder. Fingerfuck me deeper. Make me cum, Anthony. Make me cum," she said taking his head in her hands again. "Don't stop licking me. Don't stop fingerfucking me. Please don't stop. I'm cumming, Anthony. I'm cumming," she said collapsing in her bed again.
They both remained silent while enjoying the afterglow of sex. Then, Anthony kissed his mother again and she returned his deep, wet kiss with her deep, wet kiss. Kissing and kissing one another, they French kissed one another. With them both so sexually aroused, when Anthony mounted his mother, she reached her hand down to insert her son's big, hard cock in her warm, wet pussy.
"Oh, Mom," he said ready to make sweet, passionate love to his mother. "You're so warm. You're so wet. You're so tight. I love making love to you."
He humped her slowly while moving his cock deeper instead of her. She returned his slow, loving humps with his slow, loving humps. Then, humping her harder and humping her faster, Anthony was fucking his mother and Samantha was fucking her son. Fucking one another, after giving his mother a sexual orgasm with his fingers and a second, sexual orgasm with his tongue, he was determined to give his mother a third sexual orgasm with his cock.
"Anthony. Oh, Anthony. Fuck me, Anthony. Fuck your mother. Fuck your mother, you mother fucker. Fuck your mother. Make me cum. Make me cum. Make Mommy cum," she said. "Fuck me, Anthony. Fuck me. Fuck me."
Anthony continued fucking his mother faster and harder until she had her third, sexual orgasm. Enjoying the afterglow of sex again they rested before Samantha slid halfway down the bed to take her son's cock in her hand and before taking his stiff, wet prick in her mouth. Sucking him while stroking him, she sucked all of her vaginal secretions from her son's cock. Determined to have him cum in her mouth, she continued stroking her son's big prick while sucking his engorged dick.
"Oh, Mom," he said putting a gentle hand behind his mother's blonde, pretty head.
He humped her mouth and fucked her face.
"Cum, Anthony," she said temporarily removing his cock from her mouth to speak. "Cum. Cum in Mommy's mouth. I need to taste you. I need to swallow you," she said stroking him faster while sucking him deeper. "Cum in my mouth. Cum in Mommy's mouth."
As soon as she told him to cum, he did. Anthony exploded a huge load of cum in his mother's mouth. Obviously thinking he was done cumming, as soon as she released him from her mouth, as if his cock was a champagne bottle, he gushed another load of cum all over his mother's face, in her blonde hair and across her big, naked breasts.
Even though she had asked him to call her Samantha, especially with her blowing him, it sexually excited him to call her Mom and Mother while having sex with her.
"I love you, Mom. Merry Christmas," he said.
He gave his mother another deep, wet kiss.
"I love you, Anthony. Merry Christmas."
Samantha returned her son's deep, wet kiss with her deep, wet kiss.
Now that they experienced one another sexually, as if they were husband and wife instead of mother and son, sleeping in her bed every night, they continued their sexual relationship. Even though Anthony found a woman to love, marry, and have children with and even though his mother found a man to love and marry, every Christmas they sexually came together again. As their Christmas gift to one another, they had incestuous sex.
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