Chapitre 1766: 2
Ready to give up, feeling so foolish having unmercifully exposed her nearly naked body to him, she was finished. This little fiasco that started with her catching him masturbating and cumming while imagining that he was thinking of her naked and having sex with her was done. There was no just no way he'd sexually want his old mother when he thinks of Jennifer Nettles whenever masturbating instead of thinking of her.
If only he had chosen her instead of Jennifer Nettles, no doubt shocking the shit out of him, she would have lowered her nightgown straps to show him her breasts. If only he had chosen her instead of Jennifer Nettles, not mistaking her sexual albeit incestuous intent, she would have willingly stripped off her nightgown to expose her naked body to him. If only he had chosen her instead of Jennifer Nettles, taking all of the rest of the steps after he took the first step, she would have invited him to her bedroom to talk, to kiss, to cuddle, to lick, to suck, and to fuck. Only, with her long past her prime and with her twenty-three-years older than her son and fourteen-years older than Jennifer Nettles, she was no competition for her. Obviously, in the way that he and his father stared at the TV screen whenever watching Dina Merrill, Lee Remick, and Angie Dickinson, he wanted to have sex with some imagined celebrity than with her.
"I figured as much," she said with disappointment in her voice while taking a nervous sip of her coffee and wishing he had confessed that he thought about her instead of Jennifer Nettles when masturbating.
Not wanting to make the first incestuous move, with her unable to tell him that she thinks of him while masturbating, she needed to come up with something else to say to entice him to open up and for him to continue with their honest and open albeit incestuous dialogue about masturbation. Only, seemingly, despite their open and honest dialogue about masturbation, their forbidden sexual affair would prematurely stop there. There was a long pause, an uncomfortable silence between them that seemed to have lasted longer than it did. Waiting for him to confess what she hoped he'd confess, he finally took her in his confidence.
"Sometimes, when masturbating," he said with a long pause while looking down at his coffee cup as if he was peering down in his beer, opening up to her, he said finally, "Sometimes, I think about you."Finally! Forget about Jennifer Nettles, he said what she wanted and needed to hear him say. He thinks about her when masturbating. She couldn't believe it. In the way she thinks about him when masturbating, he thinks of her.
Only what does he think about when thinking about her while masturbating? In the way that he stares at and is obviously so enamored with her breasts, does he think of her topless? Does he imagine her naked? Does he imagine touching and feeling her naked body? Does he sexually fantasize about having sex with her when stroking his cock? Does he imagine making love to his mother when he wants and needs to cum? Does he imagine her stroking him before sucking him and before cumming in her willing mouth?
"Me? Really? You think about me? Your mother?"
Wanting to jump his bones right then and there, instead she acted so surprised while playing miss innocent, a spider trapping a fly in her web, she had him now. She paused to look at him and to give him her best motherly smile.
"I do," he said as if they were standing at the altar and he just agreed to marry her.
As if she was Lily Tomlin sticking a finger inside of her cleavage, she stuck her finger down her cleavage while following his eyes. No doubt he wished it was his finger or his cock stuck in her cleavage between her breasts. Continuing to sexually tease him, she looked at him while he stared at her finger buried between her tits.
"Now that you've piqued my curiosity, you must tell me more," she said squirming in her seat while jumping all over his newly revealed sexual interest in her.
After confessing his secret, sexual desire for her, if only he'd get up from the table, she'd love to see how big and how hard his love barometer is. In the way that she was wet and her nipples were erect and hard in anticipation to them being fingered and sucked, she suspected that he had an enormous erection. Wishing she could, she'd love to take him in her hand before taking him in her mouth and ultimately burying his cock deep within her pussy. Ready for him to make more of a sexual move, she wished he'd lean across the table to stick his horny hand down her open nightgown top. If only he'd touch her, she'd allow him to feel her breasts and fondle her breasts while fingering her nipples. If only he'd touch her where no son should ever touch and feel his mother, she'd touch and feel her son.
"Okay," he said turning red.
Obviously getting him to talk about something so incestuous was as if pulling teeth. Careful what to say next, she didn't want to spook him and stop him from talking about what he thinks of her when masturbating himself.
"Tell me," she said. "What do you think about when you think of me while masturbating yourself?"
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Ready for sex, she was glad she showered. She was glad she put on makeup and fixed her hair. Ready for him to sniff her while licking her, she was glad she dabbed perfume on all of her pulse points. She was glad that she was sitting there looking younger instead of older. Hoping he'd think her more sexually desirable, she was ready for her son to take her sexually.
With her son showering last night, she was glad he was ready for sex too. Maybe if things worked out between them, with one thing leading to another, maybe they could even shower together one day. She'd like that. She'd like to be naked in the shower with her son.
While touching her and feeling her in all the places she imagined him touching her and feeling her, she'd love for him to lather her naked body before she lathers his naked body. After they rinsed, she'd love for him to push her up against the wet tile, shower wall, lift her legs over his hips, and fuck her, really fuck her. Pounding her pussy, she imagined him turning her around and bending her over to take her from behind. As if they were husband and wife on their Honeymoon instead of mother and son, she'd love for him to fuck her doggie style while the warm water from the shower cascaded down upon them.
Not having to take the time later, in the way he was looking at her, he made her feel so sexy. He made her feel so wanted. Now she was glad that she put her makeup on, fixed her hair, and dabbed on some perfume before coming down to the kitchen, something she never does before breakfast, unless she's going out early for a doctor's appointment.
Knowing that he was seeing more of her than he's ever seen of her before, she was glad she wore her sexiest and sheerest nightgown. With her entire cleavage on display and her breasts spilling out of her nightgown top, it wouldn't take very much for his fingers to coax out her big tits. In the way he continued staring at her cleavage, she could tell that he liked her tits. She looked at him with her big, green eyes that always appeared tired before but looked pretty now.
Sexually awakening her, by his lustful stare, he gave her a reason to get up in the morning and get washed and dressed in the morning. Glad that depressing part of her life was over, she was glad that she no longer had to get up early every morning to go to work after retiring from the Post Office with a back injury. She was glad that she could be home with him. Glad that he wasn't staying out late drinking, she was glad that he had forsaken his friends to be with her. Giving her his full, undivided attention, she was glad he hasn't brought home a woman for sex. She'd be so jealous if he did.
After she caught him masturbating and cumming, with her feeling sexually alive again, she never would have showered and fixed her makeup and hair so very early in the morning. Hoping to get him in bed, so ready to be licked and to get laid, she'd give him sexual pleasure in the way she's never given her husband before and in the way that his ex-wife never did. Everything seemed dependent on his willingness to reveal himself and on the openness of their sexual conversation about masturbation. Instead of thinking of her as his tired, uninteresting, 54-year-old mother, she was hoping he'd think her more as his older girlfriend, his sexy cougar.
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"Sometimes I wonder what you look like naked," he said fidgeting with the handle of his coffee. Suddenly looking afraid, he paused before continuing. "Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have sex with you," he said pausing for a sip of coffee as if his coffee was whiskey before gulping out what he said next. "Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to be inside of you," he said looking at her as if he had confessed something so forbiddeningly inappropriate.
If his mother didn't share his thoughts and his lust what he just confessed would indeed be so forbiddingly inappropriate. She quivered with the imagined sensation of his cock inside of her pussy. She quivered with the imagined thoughts of him making passionate love to her before fucking her. There's only one way to find that out, she wanted to say but controlling herself from revealing too much of herself too soon, she didn't.
"Oh my," she said opening and closing the top of her nightgown really fast. "Either I'm having a hot flash or it's getting hot in her," she said with a laugh.
Hoping to remove some of the obvious stress he was feeling by making light of what he was saying, she was hoping to continue him to confess his sexual feelings more. If only he knew he had confessed something so sexually exciting to her because sometimes she wonders what it would feel like to have his cock buried inside of her too.
"Sometimes I wonder what sounds you make when cumming and when having an orgasm," he said pausing before continuing. "Other times I just wonder what you look like topless and/or naked."
Wow! There it is. As if he was swinging a battering ram, he just flung open her sensually erotic door wide open and, as if peeping on her dressing or undressing, he more than peeked his head inside. With him obviously sexually interested in his old mother, now with the ball in her possession, not wanting to fumble, it was up to her to run down the field with him to score.
"Seriously?" While trying not to show her sexual excitement, she looked at him and smiled. "Sometimes you think of me naked?"
"Yes," he said without pause or delay.
"Sometimes you think of what it would feel like to have sex with me?"
"Yes," he said just as quickly as he said yes before.
"Sometimes you think of what it was be like to be inside of me?"
Already deciding to have sex with him, imagining his big cock filling her with warmth and with love, she was so ready to have sex with him.
"Yes," he said turning red.
Nearly overwhelming her modesty and her moral role as his mother, she had a strong urge to stand and strip off her nightgown. At the very least, she wanted to slowly lower her nightgown straps to show him her big boobs. If only to see the look on his face, she wanted to show him her tits. She wondered if she showed him her big boobs, if he'd touch and feel her big boobs. If only he gave her any encouragement, she'd be standing there naked right now.
"You think of me topless?"
Egging him on, she gave him a sexy look while he gave her an embarrassed look.
"Yes," he said turning redder.
Not letting him go, she persevered by gulping out her next question.
"You think of me naked?"
In the way that she was thinking of him naked with him making love to her now, she was wondering if he was thinking of her naked and pounding her pussy at this very moment. Instead, no doubt, he was thinking of her sucking his cock and she would if only he'd stand and walk over to her with his cock pushing against his pajamas. Unable to stop her sexually aroused imagination, she imagined sticking her horny hand inside his pajama bottom, pulling out his cock, and while stroking him as she stared up at him, she'd take him in her mouth to suck him. Imagining stroking him faster while sucking him harder and deeper, she imagined him ejaculating in her mouth in the way that she saw him ejaculate all over his stomach and chest.
"Yes," he said with his face turning as red as she imagined his cock was getting hard.
Wanting to reward him for being so candid in telling her what she so wanted to hear, she was tempted to strip off her nightgown right there in the kitchen to show him her big tits, her blonde, bushy pussy, and her round, firm ass. In the way that he showed her his cock, she couldn't wait to show him her tits. In the way that he ejaculated cum in front of her, she couldn't wait to have an orgasm in front of him.
She wondered if he'd like her breasts as much as she liked her breasts. In the way that he always stared at her tits, no doubt he was, nonetheless she wondered if he was a breast man. Then again, in the way that he stared between her legs at her panties whenever they played Scrabble and she deliberate flashed him while making her panty flashes appear accident, perhaps he's a leg man. Just once, she wished she had the nerve to play Scrabble while in her nightgown and not wearing panties. Just once, she'd love to give him a sexy flashing show of her tits whenever she leaned down to make a word and of her pussy, every time she crossed and uncrossed her long legs.
"Tell me, Jason, I'm curious. When you think of me while masturbating, what do you think about? I mean, what particular part of my body do you think more about than another?"
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Part Fourteen: "What particular part of my body do you think about more than another?"
Not wanting to miss this opportunity, taking the bull by the horns so to speak in her unmerciful, sexual teasing of him, she stood and walked to him to lean over him. If she received any encouragement from him at all, she's lower her nightgown straps to flash him her big tits. If she received any encouragement from him at all, she'd strip off her nightgown. If she received any encouragement from him at all, she'd fall to her knees and take his big prick in her hand before taking his stiff cock in her mouth.
"I don't know," he said nervously while staring up at his mother before staring down at the open top of her nightgown. "I think of all of you," he said not committing himself.
Assuredly in the way that she was leaning over him, with her nightgown top falling wide open and her big tits leaning forward with her, surely he could see her areolas as well as her nipples. Surely, especially when she sucked in her tummy as she was doing now, he could see all the way down her nightgown and see the top of her bushy, blonde pussy. Waiting for him to stick his horny hand inside of the top of her open nightgown, she watched his eyes look down her open nightgown top at her exposed breasts before staring down, all the way down, at the rest of her. In the way she was shamelessly leaning over him and in the way that her nightgown top had fallen completely open, he obviously and shamelessly had a clear view of her big breasts down her nightgown.
Knowing that he could, she wondered if along with her cleavage, if he could see the tops of her areolas. Knowing that he could, she wondered if he could see her nipples. Knowing that he could, she wondered if he could see the top of her blonde, bushy pussy. Just thinking that he could see her areolas, her nipples, and her pubic hair made her horny.
"Surely, there must be one specific part of me that you think of more than the other. Are you a breast man?"
Forcing his hand to commit his sexual attraction for her, she watched him peering down her open nightgown top.
"I love your big tits Mom," he said looking up from her tits to briefly look up at her before returning his focused attention to her tits. "You have beautiful breasts."
Still not satisfied she continued in her sexy seduction of her son.
"Or are you a leg man," she said straightening her posture to take a step back.
While watching his eyes dart down, she slowly raised her nightgown higher and higher and all the way up nearly to the bottom of her pussy to expose her still shapely legs and thighs. She was so tempted to raise her nightgown still higher to show him her pussy. In the way that she'd love to flash him her naked breasts, she'd love to flash him her naked, bushy, blonde pussy.
"You have beautiful legs and such shapely thighs his said staring at her thighs as if he was staring at her pussy.
Not satisfied sexually teasing him with her big tits and her bushy pussy, she decided to tease him with her round ass.
"Or are you an ass man," she said turning away from him to bend at the waist and to wave her round, shapely ass in his face.
"You do have a nice ass Mom," he said. "You have the best ass and the best body out of all of my friends' mothers. You're my real live Angie Dickinson," he said which was something that his father always said to her.
She swooned when he called her his real live Angie Dickinson. Continuing to sexually tease him, when she bent at the waist like that, she could feel her short nightgown raise with her. Having not practiced this move in the mirror, and with her not wearing panties, she wondered if he could see her ass. She wondered if he could see her pussy.
She wished he'd reach out his horny hand to touch her, feel her, and grope her. She wished he'd squeeze her ass and/or slap her ass. She wished he'd stick his horny hand between her legs to cup her cunt and finger her cunt, his mother's cunt. She wished he'd lift her short nightgown all the way up to her waist to expose her blonde, bushy pussy and her firm, naked behind. Turning to face him again, with her nipples making their erect appearances through her nightgown, it was obvious that just as he was sexually excited, she was sexually aroused too.
"I'm a breast man, Mom," he said. "I've always liked big tits." He paused while staring at her nipples pushing against her nightgown. "I've always been enamored with your big tits," he said looking as if he was going to reach out his hand to touch her, feel her, and grope her big tits through her nightgown but he didn't.
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Part Fifteen: "I'm a breast man, Mom...I've always been enamored with your big tits."
Wishing he'd make more of a sexual move on her, if he was a breast man and was so enamored with her big boobs, she wished he'd reach out his horny hand and feel her tits. She even wished he'd tickle her while deliberately pawing her and groping her. If nothing else but giving him more to masturbate over, she wished he'd pull down the front of her nightgown to expose her big tits to his horny eyes. She wished he'd stick his hand down her nightgown top.
Being that her nipples were one of her erogenous zones, if he dared to finger her nipples and dared to suck her nipples, ready to take him in her hand and stroke him, she'd suck his cock. She wish he'd finger her big nipples and actually suck her nipples through her nightgown while sticking his other hand up her short nightgown to finger her pussy. Perhaps expecting too much too soon, maybe she was asking too much of him. Maybe what stopped him from taking the next incestuous step forward was that he was her son and/or that she was his mother.
"So," she said looking down at her protruding breasts before looking up at him to make eye contact. "You like my tits?" She looked down at herself and opening the top of her nightgown with her thumb, she peered down inside as if inviting him to look too but he didn't. Returning her gaze to her blue eyes, she interrogated him for more information. "Tell me. I'm curious now. What do you like about my tits?"
Wanting to do this all morning, she was so tempted to lower her nightgown straps to flash him her C cup tits. She wondered what he'd say if she showed him her tits. She wondered what he'd do if she flashed him her breasts. She liked to think that he'd flash her his cock again. At the very least, she'd like to think that he'd touch her tits, feel her tits, fondle her tits, and suck her tits. Only she didn't want to make the first move by exposing her breasts to him. She wanted him to take on the responsibility, the guilt, and the remorse, if there was any, of their imagined, incestuous mother and son sexual relationship.
"Gees, Mom, you're putting me on the sport. Not having seen your breasts, I don't know Mom," he said.
I can rectify that, she thought but she didn't dare say or do. She wanted this to be his game and not her game. Too willing and too ready, she needed him to be willing and ready too.
"Surely for you to stare at my tits in the way that you're always staring at my tits, there must be something that you like about my tits," she said.
As if afraid to continue this discussion, he bit his lip before speaking.
"I like how big they are. I like your long line of cleavage. You have cleavage like Loni Anderson used to have on WKRP," he said with a dirty laugh.
"Loni Anderson? Wow! I'll take that as a compliment," she said. "What else? Tell me more."
"You're putting me on the spot. After never discussing any of this stuff and never talking about sex, I can't believe we're talking about masturbation," he said. "I can't believe we're talking about your tits, your legs, and your ass as if you're a woman I picked up in a bar and brought home for the night."
The problem is that he still thinks of her as his mother. If only he thought of her as a woman he picked up in a bar and brought home for the night, she wouldn't mind giving him a one night stand. Always nervous as a little boy, it was time for her to do her magic in comforting him and reassuring him that their open and honest discussion about masturbation was as normal as it was healthy.
She walked to him, put her hand around his neck, and pressed her breasts against his face. Practically smothering him with her big tits, she was waiting for him to touch her, feel her, and fondle her tits while fingering her nipples but he didn't. With him apparently too afraid to make the first incestuous move, obviously he couldn't. She let go of him and took a step back."There's nothing wrong with masturbation Jason. It's a sexual release that we all sometimes need to do to get on with our lives," she said smiling at him as if silently asking him if he wanted her to masturbate him.
"I know," he said.
"So tell me. When you're masturbating," she said pausing to look down at her breast again and where his eyes were looking. "What do you think when you're thinking about my breasts?"
She imagined all that he thought about when imagining and masturbating over her naked breasts. She imagined him seeing them, touching them, feeling them, and sucking them as she'd love him to do. She imagined him fingering her hard nipples before sucking her big tits. She imagined fucking her big tits with his cock before she leaned her head down to take his erect prick in her mouth.
"You won't get mad if I tell you?"
Mad? She wanted to laugh out loud. I may get sexually excited but I'd never be angry that my son thinks about my tits while stroking his cock, she wanted to say but didn't. She sat down at the table to finish the last big of her already cold coffee.
"No, I won't get mad," she said with a little laugh while looking at him with as much love as she was now looking at him with sexual excitement.
Obviously, she was sexually excited that her son wanted her as much as she wanted him. With that bit of sexual knowledge in mind, she imagined him feeling her tits through her nightgown while fingering her nipples before sucking her nipples. She imagined feeling his cock through his pajama bottom before stroking his cock. She imagined stroking his cock before sucking his cock. When she walked in his room last night to catch him masturbating, she recalled him cumming. Thinking about all of that cum that coated his chest and stomach, she'd love to stroke him fast and hard enough for him to cream her hand or ejaculate in her mouth.
"You won't kick me out of the house if I tell you what I think about when thinking about your tits as I masturbate?"
She'd kick her husband out of the house before she kicked her son out of her house. It was her house after all left to her by her mother. She'd never kick her son out of her house, especially now that they were on the brink of having and incestuous, sexual affair.
"Of course not. I love having you here. I'm glad to help you during your hard time," she said reaching across the table to touch his hand with her fingertips when what she really wanted to do was to touch his cock.
"Thank you, Mom. I like being here with you," he said.
She fingered the tip of his finger as if she was fingering the tip of his cock. By the sexually excited look on his face, he got the message.
"So tell me," she said with a pause. "Sexually stimulating for me to think that you think of me in that sexual way, I'd like to know what you think about when you think about my breasts while masturbating yourself."
Staring in his coffee as if he was staring in the bottom of an empty whiskey glass, he suddenly fell pensive before coming alive with sexual excitement. Not wanting their conversation to wane and prematurely end, wanting him to remain there talking to her, she got up from the table to pour him another cup of coffee while he told her what she so wanted and needed to hear.
"What do I think about when I think about you sexually while masturbating?"
Taking full advantage of the down nightgown view, he stared at her exposed cleavage.
"Yes, I'd really like to know," she said still playing with his finger.
She looked down at his finger as if she was looking down at his cock. She was tempted to lift his finger from the table and take it to her lips before taking it in her mouth. She wondered what he'd do if she sucked his finger.
"I think about seeing your tits. I wonder what your big breasts look like. I imagine seeing your areolas and nipples. I wonder what they look like," he said staring in his mother's green eyes before staring down at the erect impressions her nipples made in her sheer nightgown. "I think about touching them, feeling them, and fondling them," he said with a pause. "I think about sucking your tits," he confessed.
If only he wasn't her son, she would have shown him her breast by now. If only he wasn't her son and she wasn't his mother, she would have stripped off her nightgown already. If only he wasn't her son and she wasn't his mother, she would have stroked him, sucked him, and fucked him. If only he wasn't her son and she wasn't his mother, she would have had sex with him when she caught him masturbating in his room. Only, he was her son and she was his mother. Squirming in her seat as if she was masturbating herself by rubbing her thighs together, she gave him a sexually excited smile to let him know that they were on the same sexual incest page.
"Interesting," she said taking another sip of her coffee. "That's so interesting that you sometimes think of me in a sexual way while pleasuring yourself. I'm so flattered that you think of my breasts. To be totally honest, I love my big tits," she said looking down at her tits again while opening the top of her nightgown again. "And I want you to know, Jason, that there's nothing wrong with you thinking of your mother in a sexual way. It's normal for you to have those sexual feelings towards me."
She swooned at the thought of her son wanting her enough to want to see, touch, and feel her tits. She swooned at the thought of him sucking her tits. She swooned at the thought of him feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples, while she stroked and sucked his cock. Only, it was his turn to question her now.
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Part Sixteen: "Have you ever thought of me in a sexual way?"
Armed with her true, incestuous, sexual confession, she was so ready to tell him everything.
"Have you ever thought of me in a sexual way?" With him asking her the perfect question in encouraging her to confess her sexual feelings towards her son, she swooned at the thought of what she was about to say next. "Have you ever thought about having sex with me?"
This was it. Finally, this was really it. Forget about stepping over the imaginary line of incest, they've already crossed the line and continued running down the incestuous playing field for a touchdown. With each one confessing their sexual fantasies to the other regarding their thoughts when masturbating, they were on the precipice of having sex. One way or the other, as if doing a 10 meter high dive, it wouldn't take her much to push him off the cliff for him to take the incestuous plunge with her or to scare him away.
"I have," she said not even having to contemplate in formulating her answer to confess her response.Forget about talking about it, mother and son finally agree to have sex.
Part Sixteen: "Have you ever thought of me in a sexual way?"
Armed with her true, incestuous, sexual confession, she was so ready to tell him everything.
"Have you ever thought of me in a sexual way?"
Have I ever thought of you in a sexual way? With him asking her the perfect question in encouraging her to confess her sexual feelings towards her son, she swooned at the thought of what she was about to say next after asking her that question.
"You first," she said. "Have you ever thought about having sex with me?"
This was it. Finally, this was really it. Forget about stepping over the imaginary line of incest and forget about just discussing masturbation, they've already crossed the line and continued running down the incestuous playing field for a touchdown. With each one confessing their sexual fantasies to the other regarding their thoughts when masturbating, they were on the precipice of having sex. One way or the other, as if doing a 10 meter high dive, it wouldn't take her much to push him off the cliff for him to take the incestuous plunge with her or to scare him away.
"I have while masturbating," he said not even having to contemplate in formulating his answer in confessing his response.
She recalled all the times she thought of her son in a sexual way and even more since he's been living back at home with her. The culmination that put her over the edge was when she saw his cock when catching him masturbating. As if wishing it was her hand instead of his, she watched him stroking himself. Mesmerized by his big, hard cock, never expecting him to do so and surprised when he did, she just stood there while watching him cum.
Wanting to mount him and ram his stiff prick inside of her warm, wet pussy, it took all the self-control she had not to move to him and take him in her hand before taking him in her mouth. It took all the self-control she had not to strip off her clothes and have sex with him right then and right there. After watching him masturbating and cumming, within just a few minutes, she was in her room with her bedroom door closed. She was so sexually aroused that she masturbated herself with the thoughts of having sex with him. With her standing at a cliff without wearing a parachute, she was already over the edge of the precipice and it was up to her to bring him along with her.
"While you're masturbating, have you ever thought of me naked?" Not even waiting for him to answer her question, she asked him another. "Have you ever thought of having sex with me?"
While thinking about his cock in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy, she thought about him last night when she was masturbating herself to the thoughts of watching him masturbating himself. In the way she thought about him ejaculating cum all over his chest, his stomach, and his hand, she thought about him cumming in her mouth and in her pussy.
"Yes in answer to both of those questions," she said being openly and honestly.
Never thinking they'd ever be having this conversation about masturbation and incestuous, sexual fantasies, oh my God, this is so sexually exciting to be discussing mutual masturbation with her son.
"What do you think about when thinking of me?"
It would be easier to tell him what she doesn't think about when thinking about his naked body and his hard, erect cock.
"It's different for a woman than it is for a man," she said skirting the truth by temporarily evading the issue while her brain caught up with her horniness.
If only he knew that women are much more sexual than men. If only men knew what the sexual beast they'd unleash by sexually satisfying their women, most men couldn't handle it. Too much sex for them, most men wouldn't want the amount of sex that their women crave, need, and want. Most men would be shocked if they only knew what dirty sluts and nasty whores their supposedly kind, loving, and innocent women really were.
"How so?"
She wished she could tell him the truth instead of having to make up something to assuage him. Only, if she told him the truth, no doubt, he'd think of her, his own mother, a whore. Even though she's only been faithful in her marriage and sexually intimate with only one man, but with her husband never fully sexually satisfying her, she's always had sexual thoughts. She wished she could tell him that deep down inside she was a dirty slut and a nasty whore. Perhaps in another life she was a wicked prostitute. What would he think of her then if she told him how horny she always is and how much she masturbates? She only wished she could confess that she wants to have sex with him. What would he think of his mother then?
"Well, I think more about holding you," she said. "I think more about hugging you and comforting you rather than having hot sex with you," she said with a little laugh while lying through her teeth.
Hugging him her ass. If anything, forget about making love, she'd rather he'd fuck her and fuck her hard. She'd rather he'd strip her naked and force his sexual way upon her. She'd rather strip him naked and tie his wrists and ankles to her bed so that she could have her wicked sexual way with him.
Being that she'd never had anal sex but always wanted to try, she'd even allow him to fuck her where the sun doesn't shine and where no son should ever fuck his mother, if only he wanted and if only he so dared. Definitely, a preemptive given, she'd suck his cock. At the very least, if that's all he wanted and with her willing to be satisfied with just that, she'd allow him to cum in her mouth and she'd swallow.
Have I ever thought about having sex with you? He's got to be kidding. Duh? A better question would be, since you've moved home a month ago, have I not stopped thinking about having sex with you? If only he knew how much she sexually wanted him, wouldn't he be surprised? With her husband no longer touching her and giving her any kind of physical affection, emotional satisfaction, and sexual attention, she's suddenly transferred all of her sexual feelings to her son.
"Tell me more in detail," he said with a perversely look on his face.
Hiding her lust, she looked at him and smiled her innocence. A mother lusting over her son was immorally abnormal but a son lusting over his mother, according to Freud, was completely and oxymoronically normal.
"You first," she said unwilling to totally expose herself in playing this sexy game until he exposed himself first.
Not wanting to upset the apple cart and/or rock the boat prematurely and before she could get him neck deep in hot water, she needed him to immerse himself in the incestuous waters first before she'd save him by swimming with him to shore. There, as if a remake of from Here to Eternity, titillating her in just thinking about it, instead of Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr acting their parts, she'd finally have her sexy beach scene with her son.
"I have," he said seemingly unashamed and unembarrassed that he's had forbidden sexual thoughts of his mother.
Just sitting here now, with him about to tell her his secret lust for her, she couldn't remove the sexy scene of her son stroking himself before cumming. A full mouthful when watching him ejaculate, there was so much cum. If he had asked her to, she would have licked his cum clean from his stomach and chest. If he had wanted her to, she would have sucked out the last drops of cum from his cock. With great pleasure and sexual passion, she would have licked his cock clean.
She imagined stroking him but instead of him cumming all over his chest and stomach, she imagined him cumming in her mouth. She'd do anything to taste her son's cock as her ultimate evidence that she sexually satisfied him with her hand and mouth. Further, she imagined looking up at him with her bright green eyes while swallowing every drop of him. Scandalous in her sexual desire for him, if only he knew what she'd do to his hard, young body, he may be surprised.
"In what way?"
She stared at him while imagining his answer. She imagined him taking her in his arms to kiss her, French kiss her. She imagined her son feeling her ass with one hand while feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples with his other hand. She imagined her son stripping her naked before pushing her back on her bed and taking and with all his pent up, incestuous passion for her. Up and down and up and down, she imagined him pounding her pussy. She imagined herself screaming with an orgasm. She imagined him sweating while fucking her pussy hard, really hard, and hard enough for her to be happily sore the next day.
"Well, to be totally honest, I've thought about exposing myself to you numerous times." He paused while looking at her while no doubt waiting to see her reaction to what he just said.
He looked at her as if he was about to expose his cock to her now.
"And why didn't you expose yourself to me?"
She looked at him while imagining his cock dangling in front of her face.
"I felt funny. I felt perverted. I feared you'd ask me to leave the house if you didn't feel safe being alone with me," he said.
If only he had exposed himself early, maybe they would have been having glorious sex by now.
"I could never feel unsafe with you, Jason. You're my son. My flesh and blood. I love you, perhaps a little too much," she said with a sexy albeit dirty laugh.
She imagined him naked. She imagined herself naked. She imagined his naked body sweating all over her naked body.
"I've always wondered what your reaction would be to seeing my cock," he said with some obvious uncomfortableness.
She smiled a sexually satisfied smile while recalling the image of his erect cock spurting cum.
"Well, wonder no more. Your cock is only the second cock I've seen in person. After last night, you don't have to wonder about my reaction to seeing your cock anymore," she said laughing. "We've put that question to rest with me seeing your erection and I must say that you have a beautiful cock and a much bigger cock then you're father's cock."
Again the imagined image of his cock filled her horny hand, her willing mouth, and her warm, wet pussy. If only she could have sex with her son right here and right now, even on the kitchen table in the way that Jack Nicholson took Jessica Lange in the remake of the The Postman Always Rings Twice, she'd be so happy. If only he'd make a move on her, after feigning her resistance to preserve her twisted morality, her false modesty, and her sacred motherly honor, she'd willingly submit to him.
"Thank you for saying that Mom," he said pausing as if having second thoughts about what he was going to say next. "That's true, we did put that question to rest with you seeing my cock but," he stopped.
But? She wondered what he was thinking. She wondered what he was going to say next.
"But what? Tell me," she said. "We shouldn't have any secrets between us, especially at this stage of our mature mother and son relationship."
He looked at her as if trying to read his mind while she looked at him as if trying to psychically tell him that she wanted him.
"Sometimes I wonder what it would be feel like for you to wrap your fingers around me while fondling me before stroking me," he said looking at his mother while she looked at him with lust.
Obviously with hopeful expectation and sexual anticipation that she would, no doubt, agree to masturbate him, there was no telling where this conversation on masturbation would lead. Dizzy with sexual delight, she swooned at the thought of her fingers wrapped around her son's big prick. Was that his subtle hint for her to take his cock in her horny hand? Is that what he wanted her to do? Did he want her to masturbate him? If only he'd say that's what he wanted her to do, she'd masturbate him, she would. Only, rather than just masturbating him, she wanted to do so much more.
Suddenly she had an image of her horny, sexually frustrated hand wrapped around her son's cock instead of her husband's cock. She imagined stroking him harder and faster until he exploded a load of cum all over her naked breasts. As if he had an inexhaustible amount of cum, she imagined stroking him harder and faster, while sucking him longer and deeper. She imagined him cumming in her willing mouth and her swallowing every last drop of his cum. Not allowing his hopeful expectation to go unanswered, she continued probing his willingness to want an incestuous, sexual relationship.
"So, you're sexual fantasy is for me to masturbate you?" She paused while waiting for him to respond and when he didn't, she persevered. "Is that it?"
Oh, yeah, without question, Jason wouldn't have to ask her twice to masturbate him. If only he would, she would.
"Yeah, part of it is," he said.
Part of it? What's the other part? Maybe he wants to fuck her. She only hoped he does. Definitely, without him telling her, she knows that he wants her to suck him. If only he knew that she'd do anything and everything that he wanted her to do. She'd make him very sexually happy if only he'd make her very sexually happy too.
"What's the rest of it? Don't hold back. Tell me. I'm curious to know," she said finishing the rest of her coffee with a gulp.
She watched him staring at her expose cleavage before his eyes fell to the big impressions that her nipples made in her nightgown. As if he was seeing his hard, hairy cock filling her sweet motherly mouth, he stared at her full, red lipstick covered lips.
"Well," he said with a pause. "I don't know if you do this or have done this with Dad or with someone else but," he paused to make solid eye contact with her. "And I'm embarrassed to even say this."
"Say it. Tell me. I want to know what you're thinking," she said.
He looked at her in the way that he used to look at her when he did something wrong or when he broke a window playing baseball out back.
"God Mom, I suddenly feel like such a pervert," he said.
He looked to her for more assurance.
"Jason, you shouldn't feel perverted for having normal sexual, albeit incestuous sexual feelings towards your mother," she said reassuringly.
Avoiding eye contact, he looked down at his hands before looking up at her.
"I imagine you sucking me? There I said it. I imagine you blowing me while stroking me and while looking up at me with your big, green eyes as I fondle your breasts and finger your nipples."
Duh? Sucking him? She figured as much. He wants her to blow him. Her son wants her to suck his stiff dick. Suddenly, her mind was filled with her head bobbing up and down on her son's big prick while stroking him. Suddenly, she imagined him cumming in her mouth and her swallowing him.
"You mean you imagine me blowing you?" She was dizzy with sexual delight again. "You imagine me sucking your cock?" She needed to verbalize it to better imagine it.
Oh, my God, as if she was high, she was so very dizzy with sexual delight again at the thoughts of blowing her son. After watching him cum, it wasn't much of a stretch to imagine him cumming in her mouth. With the image of her sucking his cock, she could nearly taste his cum going down her throat. If only he knew that she fantasized about sucking him whenever she masturbated herself, she wondered what he'd say. If only he knew that she's already visualized blowing him over and again. If he knew she wanted to suck him, she wondered if he'd grab her, pull out his cock, force her to her knees, and put a hand to the back of her head while pulling her hair for her to open her mouth to suck him.
"Yes," he said.
Unless this was nothing more than sexy talk and meaningless banter, if only he knew that she couldn't wait to suck his cock, she wondered what he'd say. After he licked her pussy and gave her an oral orgasm, and after he made love to her before fucking her hard, if only he knew that she'd love for him to cum in her mouth. Her sexual fantasy come true, she couldn't wait to take his big prick in her hand before taking it in her mouth after taking it in her pussy. With her willing to do anything for the sexual pleasure of her son, she couldn't wait for him to cum in her mouth. If only he knew all that she would willingly and sexually do, perhaps with him thinking of her as a dirty slut and an incestuous whore, she wondered how her giving him incestuous sex would change their close mother and son relationship.
"Tell me this then," she said making eye contact with him. "Do you imagine cumming in my mouth and me swallowing?"
As if she was having another one of her sexual fantasies while masturbating herself, it was difficult for her to say what she said without fingering her nipples and rubbing her clit, but she control herself from touching herself. She couldn't believe she was asking her son that type of a question. If only just temporarily, if he wasn't embarrassed then she was embarrassed for him. Still that didn't stop her from asking him the question.
It's been such a very long time since she's had a cock in her hand and in her mouth. It's been a long time since she's swallowed her husband's load. Now she couldn't wait to swallow her son's cum too. It's been even longer since she's had a hard, hairy cock buried in her warm, wet pussy. For a woman who's had only one cock in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy, she's become such a nasty cum slut. For a woman who's never had anal sex, she'd have anal sex with her son, if that's what he so wanted.
"Yes," he said.
She couldn't believe not only does her son wants her to suck him but also he wants to cum in her mouth and for her to swallow his cum. Overwhelmed with sexual excitement and swooning over the thought of sucking her son, she hoped to God that he'd make his move so that she could show him how very much she not only loves him but also wants him. While staring up at him with his cock buried in her mouth, she'd love nothing more than to get on her knees and front of him and suck his cock while stroking his cock as he felt and fondled her big tits while fingering her nipples.
"Well, to be clear, the only man I've been sexually intimate is with your father. I was a virgin when we married. Other than your father flashing my tits to his brother after he got me drunk and when I was passed out sleeping, as he told me the next day, he was the first man and only man who's seen me naked. No other man has ever seen me naked. And yes, I have sucked your father's cock and he has cum in my mouth and I've swallowed him," she said looking at him to see his reaction to all that she was confessing.
"Wow," he said staring at his mother as if she was his new porn star. "I just can't imagine you with Dad's cock buried in your mouth. I can't imagine him cumming in your mouth and you swallowing his cum."
She'd love nothing more than to have her son's big prick buried in her mouth while sucking him, stroking him, and staring up at his big, blue eyes with her big, green eyes while swallowing his cum too.
"Yet, just because I was a virgin doesn't mean that I'm a prude," she said sticking her finger down inside of her cleavage again. "Just because your father was the only man I've ever been with doesn't mean that I don't wonder what it would be like to be with another man. He wanted me to have sex with his brother while he watched, but I wouldn't do that. I'd have to be a whore for him to use me in such a sexual way," she said with pride.
"Wow," said Jason.
"Yet, sometimes when I'm horny, I've always wondered about sucking his brother and/or making love to other men, the husbands of my girlfriends, my co-workers, or some of your father's friends. I'm only human after all. Only, while still married to your father, I could never be with another man," she said with a pause before continuing while hoping she wasn't scaring off her son."I understand," he said with obvious disappointment while no doubt thinking that his mother wouldn't suck him and may not even masturbate him.
"Believe it or not, it would be easier for me to be sexually intimate with you than it would for me to be sexually intimate with another man," she said leaving the door wide open for him to step through while qualifying her response. "And now that he's abandoned me, I'm free to do whatever I want with whomever I want."
She thought about all the men in her life. She thought about her husband's friends, her friends' husbands, and men she met at work. Yet, even though she had sexual thoughts for them, she never acted on her sexual feelings in the way that her husband has done with so very many women, mostly strippers, prostitutes, and whores. A real letch, he's had sex with many of her friends who are no longer her friends.
"Really?"
Lost in thought about the past, it took her a moment to continue in the present.
"Really what?"
Suspecting his thoughts, she wasn't entirely sure what he was asking her.
"Lemme get this straight. You'd be sexually intimate with me before you'd be sexually intimate with another man?" Obviously enjoying hanging onto that thought, he paused in thought while staring at her before continuing. "It would be easier for you to be sexually intimate with me rather than being sexually intimate with another man? Is that to say that you'd have sex with me before having sex with anyone else? "
Oh, that. Duh? Yeah, of course. No guilt, no shame, and no remorse, with both of them adults and with the sex consensual, she'd definitely have sex with her son before having sex with any other man.
"I suppose but that doesn't mean that I would be sexually intimate with you," she said being seductively and teasingly coy. "I imagine there are some things that I wouldn't mind doing with you sexually though," she said leaving the incestuous door gaping wide open.
Some things? Who was she kidding? There's nothing that she wouldn't sexually do with her son. She'd do everything, including anal sex with her son, if he so wanted to take her anally. She'd suck him dry and fuck him sore.
"Such as?"
She was getting overly, sexually aroused now. Eager to have sex with him, she no longer wanted to play this silly game and continue this sexy conversation. Too much like pillow talk without the pillows and without being in bed, she'd much rather just get naked and do it instead of talking about doing it. She was so horny. She was so sexually aroused by their incestuous conversation. Knowing it was fairly common for a son to sexually want his mother, she wondered how common it was for a mother to want her son.
"I wouldn't mind you seeing me topless or even naked," she said. "It wouldn't embarrass me at all having you see my tits."
Failing to tell him that it would sexually excite her for him to see her breasts, she could feel herself getting wetter by the thought of exposing her tits to her son.
"Wow! I'd love to see your breasts mother," he said. "What else?"
Figuring that he'd ask her to lower he nightgown top and expose her naked breasts to him, she was surprised when he didn't. Instead he asked, what else? What else what? Everything else. She'd be most willing to do anything that he asked her to sexually do. She'd be his sexual slave if he asked her to be. Something she'd never do with her husband, she'd not only do him but she'd do all of his friends, if that would make him happy enough to have sex with her.
"I wouldn't mind you touching, feeling, and fondling my breasts," she said. "I'd view that more of a loving touch than as a sexual one. I even let you suck my tits, if that's what you wanted to do."
Waiting for him to make a move, waiting for him to reach out his horny hand to touch, feel, and fondle her breasts while fingering her nipples, she was shocked that he didn't. With just the thought of Jason feeling her breasts and sucking her nipples while she fondled his cock made her dizzy.
"Wow," he said with sexual excitement in his voice. "I wouldn't mind doing that either. I'd love to touch, feel, fondle, and suck your big tits Mom."
Now knowing that it was inevitable, she couldn't wait to show her son her breasts. It took all the self-control that she possessed not to stand from her chair, walk to her son, and allow him to feel her breasts and finger her nipples through her nightgown. It took all of the self-control she possessed not to stand and strip off her nightgown.
"What about you? What would you do with your old mother that wouldn't totally disgust you," she said.
She already knew what he wanted. Just like her husband and like any other man, he wanted a blowjob. He wanted her to suck him and to cum in her mouth. Still, she'd suck him, so long as he'd lick her. She fuck him as long as he'd make love to her. She'd do any sexual thing that he wanted her to do as long as he'd do every sexual thing that she wanted him to do. She'd allow him to cum in her mouth as long as he gave her an orgasm too.
"More than you think," he said with a dirty laugh. "Actually, now that you mention it and being that we're openly discussing masturbation," he said pausing while staring at him with seduction on her mind and in her heart.
She looked at him as if about to ask him what he wanted for his birthday or for Christmas.
"Yes? What?"
He looked at her as if asking her if he could stay out late.
"I'd like for you to masturbate me while I masturbate you."
As if someone else had said that, she couldn't believe he just said that. Something she's been waiting to hear from his lips, if that wasn't a confession of sexual attraction than she didn't know what was. Her son wanted his mother to masturbate him while he masturbated her. Oh, my God, this masturbation match was really going to happen.
"I could do that," she said. "Yeah, if you wanted me to, I could masturbate you. That wouldn't bother me in the least to show you the love that I have for you by stroking your penis."
She stared at him with the image of holding his erect penis in his hand while stroking him.
"Seriously?"
Now leering at her, he never remove his horny eyes from her exposed cleavage and from the impressions her nipples made in her nightgown.
"Why not? It isn't like we're fucking and sucking. We're just touching one another's bodies," she said. "What's the big deal?"
The big deal was that he was her son and she was his mother. The big deal was that she was finally going to have incestuous, forbidden sex with her son. She was going to be the one responsible for him cumming and creaming her hand while he gave her an orgasm with his fingers.
"So, to recap," he said pausing in his sexual excitement to nail her down. "You'd really masturbate me?"
If only he knew that's all she'd do, wouldn't he'd be even more sexually excited than he is now?
"Sure, but," she said with a long pause after baiting her hook.
If she was going to masturbate her son, she wanted something out of this too.
"But what," he said taking her bait.
Hook, line, and sinker, she just needed to reel him in her bed to land him.
"You'd have to masturbate me too. You'd have to masturbate me first. Because if I masturbated you first, after you ejaculated, you'd just want to go to sleep," she said.
His face was now full of as much sexual excitement as her face was.
"That's true and fair enough," he said. "I could do that Mom. I could masturbate you."
She imagined her son feeling her tits and fingering her nipples while rubbing her clit.
"If you masturbate me, then I'll return the favor and masturbate you. If you give me an orgasm with your fingers, then I'll give you an orgasm with my hand. Who knows, if you get me sexually aroused enough, I may even give you an orgasm with my mouth."
She imagined herself naked. She imagined Jason feeling her tits, fingering her nipples, and sucking her tits. She imagined him rubbing her clit while fingering her pussy. She imagined him giving her an orgasm with her mouth that he'd never forget.
"Wow," he said. "Sure, yeah, okay. I can do that. I can masturbate you," he said with a long pause. "When? Now? Right now?"
He was so eagerly excited. She knew what he meant but she played miss innocent.
"Right now what?"
This was really happening and it was happening now. Jason was going to masturbate her and she was going to masturbate him, perhaps, even suck him.
"When can we masturbate one another?" He looked at her as if asking her permission that he could have another piece of chocolate. "May I masturbate you now?"
Imagining him feeling her breasts while playing with her nipples before reaching his hand down between her legs, she wanted to run with him to her bedroom but she decided to take her sweet time to make him want her, really want her.
"Finish you breakfast and I'll think about it," she said with a sexy laugh.
She couldn't believe that Jason agreed to masturbate her. She couldn't believe that she was going to masturbate her son. As if it was all just another sexual fantasy that she has routinely been having over having sex with Jason, she couldn't believe that they were going to masturbate one another. If they'd be willing to go that far, no doubt, they'll be doing more than just masturbating one another. No doubt, they'll be having deep, penetrating sex.
She pondered all the possibilities of having sex with her son. Maybe once she masturbates him, she can persuade him to lick her pussy. Without needing any encouragement and/or request from him, after he eats his mother's pussy, she'll suck her son's cock too. Maybe after he eats her pussy and after she sucks his cock, knowing that she'll want to do more, he'll want more too.
Maybe instead of wanting to cum in her mouth which, no doubt, he does want to do that, he'll want to make love to her first. Maybe if after he makes love to her, he'll want to fuck her too. She imagined him making love to her before fucking her. She imagined him pounding her pussy with his cock, really pounding her pussy enough to give her another orgasm with his cock after having given her one with his fingers and his tongue.
Then, after he masturbates her and she masturbates him, after he licks her and she sucks him, and after they make love and fuck, she'll give him the best blowjob of his young life. Definitely, after he sexually satisfies her, by masturbating her, eating her, and fucking her, she'll sexually satisfy him by sucking him. She'll suck his cock while stroking his cock until he ejaculates in her mouth. Imagining looking up at her son with her big, green eyes with his hard, hairy cock in her mouth, she'd love for him to watch her blowing him as he cums in her mouth. Then, when he deposits his warm, oozy load of sperm in her mouth, she'll swallow every drop of her son's cum.Leaving Jason there to finish the last of his coffee, without even turning to look back at him, Mary got up from the table and went to her bedroom. Normally when going in her bedroom, she closes her door, only this time, she didn't. With him already making the first move, not even allowing him to mistake her sexual intentions, she was ready to make all of the other moves.
After their open, honest, and titillating dialogue about masturbation, already wet and ready for sex, she was sexually aroused. After he confessed that he thought of her naked and having sex with her when masturbating himself, she was now delirious with sexual desire and determined to have sex with her son. After he confessed which particular body part that he liked the most of hers, she imagine Jason feeling her tits and fingering her nipples while she stroked his cock. With her setting the table for this incestuous rendezvous by asking him if he'd masturbate her before she masturbated him, he was first to want to fill his hand with more than just breakfast food.
Something she never even considered doing before, to masturbate a man other than her husband, even her son, especially not her son, she dared herself to do now. Taking the plunge, having already crossed the incestuous line with their incestuous conversation, what she was about to do was a giant leap. She was ready to take her son's big prick in her hand to stroke him.
Without closing her door for privacy, immodestly and immorally, she removed her nightgown and positioned herself naked on her bed and on her back with her legs spread open enough to flash Jason her blonde bushy pussy when he walked by her room. Now that she was laying there with a big, blonde bush between her legs, she wished she had trimmed her blonde lawn. Only, with her no longer having sex with her husband, she didn't have the reason nor the desire to manicure her lawn. Yet, with her son admittedly interested in her tits, now she did have reason to take better groom herself. She'd even shave herself bald if that's what he wanted.
Silently and stealthily walking down the hall, as if he had just materialized from out of nowhere, he stood in her bedroom doorway and stared at her naked body in the way that she stood in his bedroom doorway stared at his expose prick when he was masturbating himself.
"Mom?"
Nakedly unashamed and unembarrassed, she propped herself up on her elbow to better look at him looking at her.
"Well? You said that you sexually fantasized over seeing me naked and having sex with me," she said. "With me already naked, now's here's your chance for me to stroke your penis," she said. "Take off your pajama bottoms. Show me your cock," she said lightly touching her clit with her right index finger while fingering her left nipple with her left index finger. "I can't wait to feel the weight of your stiff prick in my hand."
Immediately Jason obeyed his mother by removing his pajama bottom. He climbed on her bed and positioned himself beside her. He rested on his elbow while staring at his mother's naked tits.
"You have great tits Mom," he said staring at her breasts.
As if she was fully dressed instead of being totally naked, she watched him staring at her breasts.
"Thank you," she said looking down at herself before looking up at him. "You can touch my breasts. It's okay for you to feel and fondle my tits," she said. "Go ahead. I give you my permission to have your wicked sexual way with my body," she said with a sexy laugh.
She imagined him fingering her pussy before licking her pussy. She imagined him making love to her before she imagined him fucking her, really pounding her pussy. She imagined herself stroking him before sucking him and before fucking him and after making love to him.
"You give me your permission to have my wicked sexual way with your body? I thought we were just masturbating one another," he said.
With mutual masturbation the least of what she sexually wanted to do with him and for him to do with her, if only he knew all that she wanted to do to his hard, naked body, wouldn't he be surprised? She was his mother after all and not some slut her brother home on a Saturday night from the bar.
"Masturbation never stops there. By the time you're ready to cum, I'm sure you'll want to do so much more," she said with certainty.
Jason looked in his mother's green eyes as soon as he reached out his horny hand to fondle his mother's breasts while she fondled the head of his cock with her fingertips. As soon as he touched her nipples and started to finger them, she wrapped her fingers around his cock and slowly started stroking him. Immediately, he developed a stiff erection. He was so big. He was so hard. Forget about just talking about masturbation, he was so ready to have sex with his mother.
With him already firmly in her hand, she couldn't wait to feel him in her mouth. She couldn't wait to feel him buried in her pussy. Maybe if she was daring enough and still horny enough after she stroked him, sucked him, and fucked him, something she'd never tried before, she'd allow him to take her anally. Time will tell. We'll see.
"I love your big tits Mom," he said lowering his mouth to her nipples.
Sucking one while fingering the other, he switched off to suck her other nipple while she stroked him faster.
"Touch me Jason," she said playing with his hair while he sucked her nipples. "Finger my pussy. Make me cum. Please make me cum. I need to cum. It's been so very long, too long since I had an orgasm," she said stroking him faster. "If you give me an orgasm with your fingers and with your mouth, I'll suck you," she said whispering in his ear. "I'll suck your cock. I'll blow you and you can cum in my mouth and I'll swallow," she said.
He stopped fingering her nipples to look at her.
"Mom? I thought we were only going to masturbate one another," he said removing his gaze from her breasts to look at her. "Now you want me to lick you before you suck me. Are you sure that you want me to eat you? Are you sure you're ready for this. I mean, it's one thing for us to see one another and another thing to masturbate one another but do you really want to have sex with me?"
She stopped stroking his cock to look at him.
"Oh, God yes. Lick my pussy Jason. Lick me. It's been so long since I've had an orgasm other than the ones that I've given myself," she said. "I need to feel your fingers and your tongue inside of me."
Jason slid down the bed and made himself comfortable between his mother's thighs. Fingering her first, he lashed out his tongue to lick her pussy. He was doing it. He was really doing it. He was licking his mother's cunt. Licking and licking her, he couldn't believe he was licking his mother's cunt. He couldn't believe he was giving his mother pleasure with not only his fingers but also with his tongue.
Just yesterday he was alone in his room and now he's in bed with his mother. Rubbing her clit with one hand while licking her, he reached up his other hand to finger he nipples. He had her moaning and rolling on the bed in no time. Lifting her legs and spreading them wider, she put them over his shoulders and them down his back. Never has he ever been so close to his mother literally and figuratively. He was really deep inside of his mother's pussy now with not only his fingers but also with his tongue and she couldn't believe that Jason was eating her pussy.
"Oh, Jason. That feels so good. Don't stop. Please don't stop. I'm almost there and after I cum, I'll give you the best blowjob of your life," she said. "Oh son, that feels so good. You are making Mommy so very happy."
"I'd like that. I can't wait for you to give me the best blowjob of my life," he said pausing in licking her to look up at her.
"After you make love to me and after you fuck me, I'll suck you until you cum in my mouth and I won't stop sucking you until I swallow all of your cum," she said looking down at her son poised between her legs.
He stopped licking her to look up at her.
"Make love to you? Fuck you? Mom, are you sure?"
He looked at her with as much confusion as he looked up at her with sexual excitement.
"Don't you want to make love to me? Don't you want to fuck your mother?"
Prepared for him to say no, she looked down at him with disappointment.
"Yes, of course. I'd like to make love to you, Mom," he said. "And, of course, I'd love to fuck you but this is a big step for the both of us. Not only will you be my mother but also you'll be my lover."
She looked down at him and smiled.
"When I blow you, that's the reason why I don't want you to cum in my mouth, not yet. I want you to make love to me first. I want you to fuck me first. I want you to cum in my pussy. Then, after you rest, I'll suck you again and you can cum in my mouth then," she said. "Okay?"
"Okay," he said.
Jason continued licking and fingering his mother's pussy.
"Oh, that's it. Right there. Lick me Jason. Rub my clit. Don't stop. I'm going to cum," she said screaming her passion. "Oh, my God, Jason, this is too fast. Fuck. I don't believe this. I'm gushing I'm so wet. Never have I ever been as wet. Oh, oh, oh, oh, God. Oh, God. That was unbelievable," she said wrapping her arms around his back and neck and tightly squeezing him before kissing him, French kissing him.
Making out like teenagers in the backseat of a car on prom night, Jason and Mary made out with one another. Basking in the afterglow, she took a moment to enjoy the moment. Then, sliding her body down to her son, she took his erect cock in her hand before taking him in her mouth. Sucking and sucking him, she blew her son.
"Oh, that's it Mom. Suck my cock," he said putting a gentle hand to the back of her head. He humped her mouth while fucking his mother's face. "Blow me, Mom. Blow me."
She was blowing him. Mary was actually blowing her son. As if she was dreaming this and/or having a sexual fantasy, she couldn't believe she was blowing her son after he licked her pussy and gave her an orgasm. Sucking him while stroking him, she made him as hard as he needed to be. Then, when he was hard enough, she removed him from her mouth.
"Get on top of me, Jason. Make love to me. Make love to your mother," she said.
Jason mounted his mother and she reached her hand down to position his cock inside of her pussy. Finally sharing their passion for one another, they were making love now. Slowly humping one another while kissing and kissing, she humped her son while he humped his mother. It didn't take long before they were fucking instead of making love. Pounding her pussy with all the pent up passion that he had for her, she returned his humps before turning him over to fuck him. Climbing on top of him, she humped him hard and faster. She pounded him as much as he pounded her. Then, returning the favor, he turned her over, got in closer to her and really pounded her pussy. Fucking and fucking her, he was really fucking his mother now.
"Oh, my God, I'm going to cum," he said.
She stopped humping him while waiting for him to relax.
"Wait. Don't cum yet. I'm almost there. Let's see if we can cum together," she said slowing her humps to match his.
Humping and humping again but this time in syncopated rhythm, they humped one another until they built up the speed and the forcefulness for both to have an orgasm together. Then, they started fucking, really fucking again in the way that they were before. Once Jason started pounding his mother's pussy with deep, hard humps, it didn't take Mary long to get where her son was in his readiness to cum.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! I'm going to cum Jason. Go ahead. Cum inside of me. I want to feel you cumming," she said. "I need to feel you filling my cunt with your cum."
Jason humped her faster and humped her harder. Then, as if he had a detonator attached to his cock, he exploded a huge volume of cum in his mother.
"That was unbelievable," he said resting his head on his mother's breast.
"That was amazing," she said kissing him. "I only wished we had done this years ago."
"Me too," he said removing himself from his mother and positioning himself beside her.
"Let me rest a little before I suck you. I can't wait for you to cum in my mouth. Let me know when you're ready for me to suck you," she said.
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Part Eighteen:
With them both enjoying the afterglow of sex, they held one another as if they were lovers instead of mother and son. If someone was to see them together naked now, they'd never believe that they were mother and son. Jason continued feeling his mother's breasts while fingering her nipples and Mary continued fondling her son's cock while ever so slowly stroking him to a harder erection. After resting for just a few minutes, with his cock as hard as it was before, Jason was ready for his motherly blowjob.
"I'm ready for you to blow me, Mom," he said.
Taking another minute kissing him, touching him, and hugging him, she slid down the bed to meet his cock with her lips. Wrapping her hand around his cock, she stroked his prick while kissing and licking his dick while staring up at him before taking him in her mouth. Sucking and sucking him, she sucked his cock as if he was sailor on shore leave and she was a thousand dollar prostitute.
"I love sucking your cock Jason," she said removing his cock from her mouth for a second to speak.
With his cock in her hand, she looked up at her son. Kissing his cock while licking his penis, she stroked his stiff prick before taking his dick in her mouth again while still staring up at him. She wanted him to see his prick in her mouth. She wanted him to watch her sucking him while stroking him.
"This is by far the best blowjob I've ever had. Please forgive me for saying this Mom and I mean this as a compliment but you are the very best cocksucker."
"Thank you," she said removing his cock from her mouth to speak again.
Sucking him longer and deeper, she stroked him harder and faster. Sucking and sucking him, she sucked her son while stroking him. He reached down to fondle her breasts while fingering her nipples. The more he fingered, turned, twisted, and pulled her nipples, the faster she stroked him and the deeper she sucked him. Obviously, her nipples were his pathway to him getting a better blowjob.
"Oh my God, Mom. I'm going to cum. Don't stop," he said putting a heavy hand to the back of her head.
Humping her mouth, he was fucking her face again in the way he did before but this time with harder and faster humps. Determined to cum, he obviously wanted to cum in his mother's mouth and in the way that she was stroking him while sucking him, she wanted him to cum in her mouth too. Then, it happened. In the way that he exploded cum in his room when she was watching him masturbate himself and in the way he exploded cum in her pussy, he exploded cum in her mouth. Pushing down on her head while humping her mouth and fucking her face, he kept his hand on the back of her head until she swallowed all that he gave her. Done licking, fucking, and sucking, they both fell asleep while holding one another. They didn't awaken until late the next morning.
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Part Nineteen:
"Jason! Jason!"
In the way she acted so excitedly, he thought the house was on fire.
"What? What's wrong?"
She laughed at his reaction of bolting upright in bed.
"There's nothing wrong. Get up. It's late," she said pulling the covers off of him.
He was naked and as if she's never seen his prick before or never tired of seeing his cock now, she stared at his morning wood. Immediately embarrassed, he covered his exposed cock with his hand. For a moment, as if it was all just more of his sexual fantasies, he forgot that that had sex with his mother last night. He momentarily forgot that just a few hours before, his mother had his cock in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy.
Oh, my God. So surreal, how could he forget that his mother fucked him? How could he forget that his mother sucked him? How could he forget that he ejaculated in her mouth and she swallowed his cum? If he didn't know any better, he'd think it was all just a dream.
"I'm tired. I want to sleep," he said wanting to return to sleep so that he could bask in the afterglow of them having sex last night.
Instead of getting out of bed, he'd rather fantasize while masturbating over all that they did last night. Oddly enough, even though his mother was standing before him in her sexy nightgown, rather than thinking of having sex with her, he was thinking about masturbating. He wanted to masturbate in front of her. Only, not wanting her to think him a pervert, his masturbation obviously needed to wait.
"I'm going to take a shower. Get dressed. We're going shopping," she said singing out the word shopping and holding the note. "I need to buy a bathing suit and you're going to take me to the beach."
Shopping? It's been a long since his father was a real husband to her, the reason for her depression and seclusion. During better days when she was the shining star in his father's eye, his mother enjoyed shopping and he hated being dragged along to go shopping with her. Some things never change. With the noise and the distraction of all the people, as if he was having an anxiety attack, he hated going to the mall and to go shopping with his mother was even worse. With her always buying shoes, he imagined her endlessly shopping for shoes while asking his opinion if he liked this pair or that pair. After a while, unable to tell the subtle differences, they all looked the same to him but for the different colors.
A time before they experienced one another sexually, that was when the sexual fantasies that he had of her inspired his horniness and his endless masturbation sessions. When not masturbating over Jennifer Nettles of Sugarland, he masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with his mother. Seemingly now with him self-pleasuring himself more of a habit, he couldn't even count the number of times that he masturbated over his mother. Now that he could have her sexually any time he wanted her, how could he even think about masturbating? Ideally, he'd much rather have her hand around his cock than his own.
The only thing he enjoyed about going shopping with her for shoes was that occasionally, she'd inadvertently flash him her panties when trying on shoes, especially when trying on boots. Now that he thought more about her inadvertent panty flashes, he wondered if her flashes were deliberate as his reward for accompanying her shoe shopping. A mixed bag, even though he was sexually excited seeing his mother's panties, feeling like a pervert, he was embarrassed by leering between his mother's legs at her exposed underwear. Yet unable to look away, he'd be mortified if his mother caught him looking, staring, and leering, especially now that he could have her any time he wanted her. Only now, everything changed. From this moment on, everything would be different and better.
Before he saw her naked and before they had sex, he remembered feeling like such a pervert whenever ogling and lusting over his mother. If only he knew that she had been sexually lusting over him too, he may have made a sexual move sooner. With things suddenly changing for the better, maybe if he looked, stared, and leered at her exposed panties now, she'd think of him as her lover instead of as her perverted son. With their sexual lust for one another out in the open, even in his wildest sexual fantasies of his mother, always imagining he was having sex with her, he never really thought that he'd actually be having sex with his mother.
If only his mother knew that whenever she dragged him to the mall and flashed him her panties, that he masturbated later that night and the next morning over all that she flashed him and over all that he saw of her while imagining having sex with her. Whether seeing down blouses of her bra or down nightgowns of her tits, or up skirts of her panties or up nightgowns of her pussy, a never ending process of masturbation, he'd masturbate over things that he saw of his mother for months and years before. If only his mother knew how much he sexually lusted over her then, she'd think him a pervert now. Yet, a time before they had sex, that was then and this was now. Now, with him still sexually lusting over her, no doubt, she'd think of him not as a pervert but as her lover just as he thinks of her as his lover instead of his mother when she stares at his cock.Now that she's not only confessed her sexual attraction to him but also showed her sexual attraction to him, he couldn't help but wondered if his mother had been deliberately flashing him. Putting two and two together, maybe his mother flashing him her panties in up skirt peeks and her bra in down blouse views was her subtle way to tell him that she wanted him sexually. Maybe after all of these years, not wanting him to think of her as an incestuous whore, she had been waiting for him to make the first move.
Regardless if she had been deliberately flashing him or not, after having sex with his mother, he no longer felt like a pervert. Instead of feeling like her horny, perverted son, he felt like her sexy, younger lover making love to his MILF of an older cougar. Indeed, just as she no doubt viewed him, he truly did feel like her lover. He no longer viewed his mother as his mother but as his much older, sexy girlfriend, his cougar and he was her cub.
Yet, even after seeing her naked, strangely enough, it still excited him to think about his mother flashing him her panties when shopping for shoes. Whenever trying on boots, in the way that his mother lifted her leg to fit it in the boot while spreading her knees, she always gave him quite the up skirt panty show. At a time when he was still living at home and just before he graduated from college, so aroused by all the up skirts that his mother had given him over the years, he even thought about working as a shoe salesman. He wondered about all the MILFs and cougars who'd willingly give him a sexy show of their underwear, if they were even wearing any.
Maybe instead of flashing him her panties, when shopping for her bathing suit, perhaps calling him into the dressing room for his opinion, she'd flash him her tits and/or her naked body. Wouldn't that be fun watching his mother trying on and removing her bathing suit? Certainly, that would be hot fun to see his mother naked in a public setting.
Another obvious sign that she's feeling better, always too depressed to go out before, she hasn't been shopping in a long while, since the reality of her separation began with his father going his own way and never home. Now that she wants to go shopping at the mall is a telling sign that her old, fun, and funny self is returning from out of her deep, dark depths of depression. With both of them getting something out of this incestuous affair, he was glad that he could do that for his mother just as he was glad that she could help him through a bad time by giving him sex.
"Shopping? Why go shopping after the good sexual time we had last night, I'd rather just sleep," he said yawning and stretching before pulling the covers over his head only to have her pull them off of him again. "Wouldn't you rather just stay in bed with me and cuddle, spoon, and have sex again?"
She pulled the covers off of him again. Only, this time, with her pulling the covers off of him again, he figured that she was hoping to see his erect cock again. Apparently, something she seemingly was never before, his mother was turning into quite the cock slut of a whore. Not wanting to disappoint her, as soon as she pulled off his covers again, as if on command, his erect cock proudly stiffened straight up in the air as if to greet her with hello. With him imagining his mother giving him up skirt views of her panties while trying on boots and with her already giving him down nightgown views of her breasts while leaning over him, this time, he didn't immediately cover himself with his hand. He wouldn't mind going bathing suit shopping with her after all, so long as she flashed him in public.
Sexually aroused by his mother staring his erection, with him enjoying exposing himself to her again, he didn't even bother covering his cock with a sheet. Instead, turning from his side to lay on his back, he pretended that he didn't know that his erect cock was giving his mother the one, hairy eye. Trying not to be obvious in exposing himself to her, he pretended that he didn't notice his cock throbbing and pulsating to her sexy stare. He loved exposing his cock to his mother. He loved that his mother was enjoying his sexy cock show by her staring at him in the way that he's always stared at her. With him remembering his mother naked when he walked in her bedroom, waking up horny, he couldn't wait to have sex with her again.
Yet, even though it would be fun shopping with her now with her flashing him, yet, if he had his druthers, definitely, he'd rather stay in bed and have sex with her than to go shopping. Not knowing how long this incestuous bubble would last before bursting, they could always go shopping some other time. Only, not wanting to ruin her good time, if she really wanted to go shopping and wanted him to accompany her, how could he say no to her? Besides, maybe she'll flash him her panties in an up skirt and her bra and cleavage in a down blouse. Even though he's seen her naked, it was still sexually arousing to see bits and pieces of her that he shouldn't see, especially when in a public setting, such as the mall.
"After what happened between us last night, I feel so alive. I feel as if I've been freed of my chains that kept me in the house. I've been so depressed lately. Hiding in this house, I didn't want to go anywhere and do anything. Now I want to go everywhere and do everything," she said raising her arms. "I want to go to the beach. I haven't been to the seashore in years. I always love the beach," she said. "Yet, if we're going to the beach, I need a bathing suit. I was hoping you'd come with me to help me chose my bathing suit. Do you need a bathing suit?"
He thought of the old bathing suit that he had. It was more cut up jeans than it was a bathing suit.
"I have one, I think, somewhere," he said. "Like you, I've lost interest in enjoying life. I can't remember the last time I've been to the beach."
He couldn't remember when he got along with his wife well enough to want to spend the day with her at the beach.
"As long as I can pick it out," she said with a dirty laugh. "I'll buy you a bathing suit."
Wow, she wants to pick out his bathing suit. Only, he imagined her picking out a thong bathing suit for him to wear, one that didn't cover his ass cheeks and that barely covered his cock. Maybe she'll come in the dressing room with him to dress him too. That would be fun with her handling his cock in public. Having been a while since he's seen his mother in a bathing, she must be feeling a lot better to want to wear one now. With her still having a nice figure, he wouldn't mind seeing her in a sexy bathing suit, one that totally flattered her figure while showing off her big boobs.
"I already have a bathing suit, I think," he said putting his hands behind his head while continuing to expose himself to his mother.
Teasing her with his cock, he was tempted to ask her if she liked what she saw. With her obviously trying not to be caught looking, he watched her looking away while occasionally staring at his cock. As soon as she left his room, he couldn't wait to masturbate over all that he was showing his mother and over all that she was seeing of him. He couldn't wait to masturbate over all that they sexually did last night. A sexual fantasy he routinely had and one that has already been fulfilled when she caught him masturbating, now as if a fetish, for some perverse reason, instead of wanting to have sex with his mother again, he'd love to masturbate himself in front of her again. Weird.
The first time catching him masturbating, missing the full impact of the moment, he didn't know she was standing there in his room watching him masturbate. Then, when he finally saw his mother watching him, he was caught up in his embarrassment of cumming in front of his mother. After knowing now what he didn't know then, wanting to experience that moment again, he'd love to see the reaction on her face when he ejaculated cum all over his chest, stomach, and hand again.
With masturbation so dear to him, something he's already experienced but would love to experience again and again, he'd love nothing better than for his mother to wrap her hand around his cock and give him a slow hand job while he fondled her big breasts and fingered her erect nipples. In the way she appeared fascinated by his prick, the same way that he was enamored with her tits, he wondered if he asked her to give him a hand job now, before they went shopping, if she would. Only, they didn't have time. It was already late and by the time they shopped at the mall and drove to the beach, it would be early afternoon and all the best spots on the beach would already be taken. Obviously eager to go, she wanted to go shopping. She was in a hurry to begin her new life with him, to buy her bathing suit, and go to the beach. A perfect day for the beach, it was going to be over 90 degrees again, an official heatwave.
Something so bittersweet, as sexually exciting as it was morally disturbing, with the thoughts of it making him as sexually aroused as it made him sick to his stomach, he'd love for his mother to blow him again. Even though the remorse of her sucking him again was just a fleeting thought, he felt guilty by having such incestuous, sexual thoughts of his mother. Even though he totally enjoyed himself last night, what they did was incest. Having broken the law, what they did was wrong. What they did was forbidden in most states and in most countries. What they continued doing was incestuous. Yet, not allowing the guilt to register, to take hold of him, and to prevent him from having sex with his mother again and again, he didn't care that their sexual union was wrong, forbidden, and illegal. All he knew was that he's having more fun with his mother than he ever did with his wife. All he knew was that he more enjoyed having sex with his mother than any other woman he had sex with in his life.
A sexual fantasy come true, unable to even realistically harbor the believable thought of her sucking him and him cumming in her mouth before, now he not only wanted to cum in her mouth again but also he wanted to cum all over her face and tits. Something he never considered the possibility of doing, now he wanted to give his 54-year-old mother a cum bath. He wanted to watch his cum dripping from her blonde hair, from her eyebrows, eye lashes, nose, lips, and chin. He wanted to do the things with his mother that his wife never wanted to do with him.
Now that she's not only watched him masturbate but also masturbated him, he knew that masturbating in front of his mother wouldn't phase her at all and, sadly, wouldn't please him as much as he once thought it would. Now, instead of having the need to masturbate in front of her, he'd rather have sex with his mother than just masturbating in front of his mother. Who knows, something he's never done and never wanted to do until now, maybe she'll even agree to have anal sex with him. In the horny way he felt right now, he'd love to take his mother anally. He'd love to bend her over and fuck her in her ass.
If he did masturbate in front of her, she'd probably sit on his bed and watch him stroke his cock before taking his cock in her hand to masturbate him and before taking his prick in her mouth to suck him. Now that he's had sex with his mother, going from sexual fantasy to sexual reality, never again would he feel the sexual excitement of wondering about his mother sexually. Now that he's not only seen her naked but also touched, felt, and fondled her naked body, he'd no longer have that curiosity of wondering what she looks like naked. Yet, he'd much rather have sex with her than to only have his sexual fantasy of having sex with her. Nonetheless, with him feeling too much like an incestuous pervert, feeling awkwardly self-conscious, even though she was staring at his exposed prick, he didn't have the courage to reach down and stroke himself while she was standing in his room. Somehow, even though they had sex, he still had more respect for her than to just treat his mother as if she was his whore.
"Your bathing suit does nothing to show off your package. I need to buy you a new one," she said quickly and involuntarily staring down at his cock before looking up at him. "Thanks for the show," she said with a big smile and turning to leave his room. "You have a beautiful cock," she said looking back for another look of his prick.
More concerned that he wouldn't have the time to masturbate than he was about going to the mall with his mother, masturbation wise and with him normally masturbating multiple times a day, today was not going to be a good masturbation day for him. With him wasting time at the mall with his mother, he'd have wait to masturbate later. Giving him something to look forward to, he couldn't wait to replay the events of yesterday while stroking himself when he returned home.
"C'mon, get a move on Jason. I'll be showered, dressed, and ready in just a few minutes. "Take a shower later. Brush your teeth, comb your hair, grab some coffee, and meet me outside."
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