Chapitre 1775: MOM & SON'S VALENTINE'S DAY SEX
"Happy Valentine's Day, Kimberly," said Michael beaming by her loveliness. 'With her hair perfectly coiffed and her makeup perfectly applied and making her look like a CoverGirl model, she looked so pretty,' he thought before thinking that he should tell her that. "You look so pretty," he said an understatement to how he truly felt about her appearance.
Forget about her being pretty, if she was anything, she was beautiful. With him blinded by sexual lust and incestuous love, as far as he was concerned she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Perhaps, because she was his mother in addition to being a beautiful woman was why he was so blinded by her beauty.
Always respectfully formal of her before, with her a much older woman and with him a much younger man, this was his first time calling her by her first name. Instead of calling her Mom or Mother, it felt odd to say her first name aloud but she insisted that he did and she looked pleased that he was so familiar with her to call her by her first name. He hoped that by the end of this night that he'd be calling her more than Kim or Kimberly. He hoped he'd be calling her his lover.
Their first time hopefully being intimately together, their first time hopefully having sex, he was nervously excited with sexual anticipation. Yet, somehow and a good sign, as if she already knew his sexual intentions, encouraging him, she gave him a soft smile and a come hither look on this day of love, romance, and sex, Valentine's Day. Seemingly, his time to make his move, she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.
'I love you, Kimberly,' he thought and wanted to confess but too much too soon, he dared not say how he truly felt about her for fear that she'd reject him.
The last thing that he wanted was for her to reject his sexual advances. The last thing that he wanted was to make her uncomfortable by his sexual forwardness. The last thing he wanted to do was to ruin the close mother and son relationship that they both enjoyed. He needed to take it slow. Hopefully, if she made the first sexual move, he'd make all of the other sexual moves.
Even though he was sexually excited to hopefully have sex with her for the first time, he was already feeling remorsefully guilty to dare put the sexual moves on her of all women, his mother. She was his best friend, his most trusted confidant, and the woman who he told everything to but for telling her that he loved her, needed her, and wanted to have sex with her. Sexually lusting over her from afar, whenever he was in his room and stroking his cock, he always imagined his mother in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked. Every time he masturbated, he imagined having sex with her.
She was not only his favorite masturbation subject but also, she was his only masturbation subject. After giving him so very many deliberate or unintentional up-skirt peeks of her white, bikini panties and down-blouse views of her cleavage and low-cut bra, when he wasn't with her, he masturbated over imagining being with her sexually. The thought that he may have a chance of having sex with her tonight was what he had always hoped would happen.
'This is it. This is the night that I make my sexual move to seduce my Mom,' he thought while hoping that he'd finally get to have sex with her.
As a son would tell his mother than he loved her, he told her he loved her many times before, of course, but not like this, never like this, not romantically and surely not sexually. She may be shocked to learn that he loved her not only as a son and not only as a friend but also as a potential lover. She may be shocked to learn that he sexually wanted her, just as he may be disappointed to know that she may not sexually want him. Yet, tired of carrying a torch for her heart, tired of being horny and sexually frustrated, he needed to know one way or the other if she felt the same way about him.
'Mom? I love you and I want to have sex with you,' he imagined saying to her. 'Mom, I want to make love to you. I want to finger your pussy while licking your pussy. I want you to stroke my cock while sucking my cock. After I make love to you, I want to fuck you,' he thought whenever thinking of having sex with his mother.
Suddenly nervous and questioning his own intentions, he felt the way a man must feel when down on one knee, holding up the ring, and asking a woman to marry him. He felt the way a man must feel when waiting for the woman he just proposed to give her answer. Taking the chance to tell her how he felt on this special day or love, romance, and hopefully sex, Valentine's Day, a mother's intuition, she looked at him as if she already knew his intentions.
Yet, different from other couples, even though he loved her, he didn't want to marry her. He just wanted to have incestuous sex with her. He just wanted to make love to her before fucking her. The last thing he wanted to do was to insult her or offend her by her thinking that he only wanted her for sex. Just as he hoped she'd accept him as her lover, he hoped she wouldn't reject him.
In the way that he was sexually attracted to any woman, he wanted her for more than just sex. He wanted her for romantic love. Yet, he'd willingly finger and lick her pussy to orgasmic pleasure if only she'd suck his cock and allow him to ejaculate his cum in her mouth. If there was one woman that he was dying to have sex with, it was Kimberly, his best friend, and his MILF of a mother.
'I love you, Mom,' he thought.
Hard to read her, perhaps because she was his best friend and not his lover, risking their friendship, he was taking a big chance in soliciting her for sex. Hoping he hadn't misread her sexual signals, he hoped she sexually wanted him in the same way that he sexually wanted her. He'd love nothing more than to take their friendship to the next level. He'd love nothing more than to be sexually intimate with her. He'd love nothing more than to see her in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked.
'She loves me. She loves me not,' he thought. 'Perhaps, she loves me only as her son. Perhaps, she loves me only as a friend and not as a lover. Perhaps, she wants to have sex with me. Perhaps, she doesn't want to have sex with me. Even though it's obvious that she loves me as her son and as a friend, her best friend, perhaps, she'd never have sex with me,' he thought while wondering what her reaction would be to him soliciting her for sex. 'Perhaps, jeopardizing their friendship and close relationship, she'd be deeply offended and devastatingly hurt that I dared solicit her for sex.'
He hoped that he didn't ruin the close connection and the deep attachment they enjoyed by asking her for sex. As much as he'd be hugely disappointed if she refused to have sex with him, he'd be heartbroken if she sexually rejected him. Yet, even worse than that, he'd never forgive himself if he was to blame for ending their friendship. He'd be crushed if she didn't want anything to do with him ever again. Taking a chance, with it well worth the risk, he persevered in revealing his sexual attraction to his mother.
"Thank you," she said when he said she looked pretty. "Happy Valentine's Day, Michael," she said.
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She usually called him Mike instead of Michael but not on this day of love, sex, and romance. Instead of calling him by his childhood name, she called him by his man's name. Perhaps, a good sign, he hoped her calling him Michael instead of Mike was encouraging. Now that he was older and more mature, he preferred her calling him Michael instead of Mike or Mikey. When she called him Michael, he felt more like a mature adult.
As if he had just met her instead of having known her all his life, now that he had sex and the image of her naked on his horny mind, he felt awkward around her when he never felt that way before. Undressing her with his eyes, he couldn't help from imagining her sitting across from him while wearing one of her short, sheer, low-cut, and sexy nightgowns. He couldn't help from imagining her sitting across from him in her sexy, low-cut bra and white, bikini panties. He couldn't help himself from imagining her sitting across from him topless or naked.
Having successfully hidden his sexual lust from her for six, long, sexually frustrating years, now with love in addition to lust hitting him hard, he looked at her with unveiled, romantic love and sexual lust. She returned his look of sexual lust with her look of love, kindness, understanding, and compassion, not the looks he had hoped to receive but at least she wasn't angry with him for looking at her in that sexual way. She was his mother after all and would never scold him for looking at her with loving eyes.
Unless he was misreading her and he hoped he wasn't, he hoped that she had sexually been thinking about him in the way that he always sexually thought about her. He hoped that she masturbated over him in the way that he masturbated over her. He hoped that she imagined him naked and having sex with her in the way that he imagined her naked and having sex with her.
With incest such a steep mountain to climb and an uncharted territory to traverse, he hoped they were on the same, sexual page. Two likeminded people had a much better chance at making a sexual relationship work than one, especially an incestuous relationship. He hoped that they were about to have sex for the first time. He hoped she'd make him the happiest man in the world by giving him the chance to make her the happiest woman in the world.
Albeit, for the love of his mother, with age of no consequence to him, he didn't care that she was twice his age while he hoped that it wouldn't matter to her that he was half her age. What did age matter when they were in bed naked? What did age matter when they were in love and making love? Unless she's a minor, and as long as they're both consenting adults, age is of no consequence when a man is with the woman of his dreams.
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'This is it. This is really it. This is finally it. Today, Valentine's Day, I'm going to make a sexual pass at my mother. I'm going to solicit her for sex,' he thought. 'Now or never, I need to make my incestuous move. I need to make my sexual intentions and my sexual feelings known. I need to make her my woman. I no longer want to be her son and her best friend. I want to be her lover too,' he thought while looking at her with nervousness and self-doubt.
Not wasting precious time with conversation as he always did before when sitting with her, then regretting not making a sexual move on her later, something special was in the air tonight. As if it was kismet, fate, and/or their destiny, it was as if they both knew what was about to happen. Hopefully in tune with one another, as if the angels were smiling down on them, they were both seemingly on the same, sexual page. Yet, instead of angels, it could be the Devil inviting him to sexually play in the Devil's playground with his blood related mother.
Obviously, no ands, buts, or maybes, in the way she was looking at him, she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. Befitting that this moment should happen on Valentine's Day, the day of romance and love. In the way that she looked at him and leaned into him as if to cuddle or kiss him, he wondered if she ready for this sexually, romantic moment as much as he was?
Hoping that she just wasn't tired when she leaned up against him and closed her eyes, he hoped she was asking him to kiss her. He hoped she was asking him for more than just a peck but a long, wet kiss, a French kiss. He'd love nothing more than to part his mother's lips with his tongue. Yet, afraid to make the first move, he didn't know how his mother would react to his romantic kiss.
While imagining touching her cheek, he stared down at her pretty face. While imagining parting her lips with his tongue, he stared down at her red, full lips. While imagining moving her hair away from her beautiful, blue eyes, he stared down at the strand of blonde hair that always fell across her eyes as if it was a sexy curtain. Wishing he could touch them, feel them, fondle them, and suck them while fingering her erect nipples, he stared down at the impressions her big breasts made in her tight blouse.
'I'd love nothing more than to French kiss my mother while feeling her through her clothes,' he thought.
When he didn't kiss her, she looked at him with her big, expressive, blue eyes as if she was waiting for him to make his move to kiss her. She looked up at him as if she was expecting him to take her in his arms and make her his woman. She looked at him in the same way that he looked at her. With him supposedly the aggressive man and her supposedly the submissive woman, it was up to him to make the first, sexually, romantic move. It was up to him to take her. Going beyond their mother and son relationship, it was up to him to make her his woman and his lover instead of his best friend.
'Do it! Just do it,' he thought. 'Kiss her. She wants you to kiss her, you fool. Kiss her.'
As his way of breaking the ice and to not only show her what he thought of her but also what he sexually wanted from her, he took her in his arms. He brushed back the strand of her natural, blonde hair that fell in front of her captivating, blue eyes and stared at her as if she was the only woman in the world. As far as he was concerned, she was the only woman in the world. Filled with love, he looked at her as if she already was his one and only and as far as he was concerned, she was. Sexually excited, he gazed at her in the way he had never gazed at anyone before.
Then, not giving her the peck on the lips that he usually gave her, he kissed her. He really kissed her. Parting her lips with his tongue, he gave her a deep, wet, sexual kiss. The first time kissing her in such a passionately sexual way, he French kissed her. He French kissed his mother. He couldn't believe he French kissed his mother.
The first time kissing him in such a passionately sexual way, surprising him more than he surprised himself when he kissed her, she surprised him when she returned his kiss with her kiss. Even though he sexually lusted over her for six, long, sexually frustrating years, he never had such a sexual attraction to her before as he had now. Instead of just feeling sexual lust, as if she was Helen of Troy or Juliet of Romeo and Juliet, he felt romantic love.
'Being that today was Valentine's Day, maybe Cupid had something to do with this memorable day and magical kiss,' he thought while continuing to kiss her. When she returned his kiss, unable to think of anything else but her sweet lips, she blanked his mind with her kiss.
With them more best friends than lovers, he kissed her lots of times before, of course. He kissed her on her birthdays, on his birthdays, on Christmas mornings, on New Year's Eves, and on Valentine's Days but not like this, never like this. Nothing more than a peck, the first time parting her lips with his tongue, he had never French kissed his mother before. Now, as if addicted to her lips, he couldn't wait to French kiss her again.
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Obviously, they were both ready and willing to take the next step in their friendship that had somehow morphed from friendship, sexually lust, and now to romantic love. As if a key, this kiss not only unlocked the love they felt in their hearts for one another but also this kiss freed the forbidden, sexual passion of a much younger man falling in love with a much older woman. In this modern age of cougars and Sugar Daddy's no one paid no never mind to how old or how young men and women are.
As if this one kiss validated their love and superseded their mother and son relationship, with that kind of connection already in place, they were hopefully now poised to be lovers in addition to being best friends. Now, no matter what curveball, fastball, and/or screwball life through at them, they could endure anything. Never expecting to kiss her, and never expecting her to return his kiss, but always hoping he could kiss her and hoping she'd return his kiss, he surprised himself as much as he surprised her by French kissing her.
His friends and their relatives would never approve nor understand his sexual attraction for a woman who was twice his age but he didn't care. His friends and/or their relatives would never approve nor understand his sexual attraction for his mother. Only, he didn't care. He was beyond all of that nonsense now.
'Fuck them,' he thought. 'They don't know how I feel about her and how she obviously feels about me. They'd never understand our forbidden love. Besides, what we hopefully do behind closed, bedroom doors is none of anyone's business.'
This first, French kiss was their first step in changing their relationship from just a friendship to friends with benefits. Their first, real kiss, an unforgettable kiss, even if nothing came of it, he'd remember their first, French kiss for the rest of his life. With her lips so soft, so full, and so sweet, he'd remember this kiss first forever. His dream of love, romance, and sex come true, whenever he wasn't physically with her, he'd remember pressing his lips against her lips and parting them with his tongue in his dreams. Now that they were together as man and woman and hopefully as lovers, in addition to best friends, he'd never leave her side.
Even better than the kiss that his Prom date, Jessica, a hot, sexy cheerleader, and his ex-girlfriend, gave him six years ago, when he was an 18-year-old, high school senior, this kiss was the best kiss he had ever had from anyone. Even better than the kisses that hot, sexy, drunken redhead gave him at a college frat party, her kiss paled in comparison to Kimberly's first kiss. Better than the kisses that he imagined giving Emilia Clarke from Game of Thrones, Scarlett Johansson from Lucy, Kate Beckinsale, Angelina Jolie, and Charlize Theron, he had never felt such sexual passion for any woman as he felt for Kimberly now.
'Wow,' he thought while reeling from her deep, wet kiss.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Kimberly," he said again.
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Holding her and hugging her, wanting to hold her forever, he never wanted to let her go. Going for broke, while waiting for and expecting her to stop him, he had always wanted to touch, feel, and squeeze her beautiful, shapely ass. He moved another strand of blonde hair away from her big, blue eyes again before sliding a slow hand down her back to cup her sweet, firm ass in his horny hand through her short skirt and panties. Especially for an older woman, no doubt from her playing tennis, doing palettes, and swimming, she had such an incredible, round, firm ass.
The first time touching her in such a brazen, sexual way, she further surprised him when she allowed him to feel and squeeze her ass as if her ass already belonged to him. As if he was dreaming or sexually fantasizing this happening, he was happy that she allowed him to sexually touch and feel her while kissing her. Obviously sexually aroused by his French kiss, she looked at him stunned in the way he looked at her filled with lustful desire. Hoping she'd want to take the next, sexual step with him, now he couldn't wait to undress her. He couldn't wait for her to undress him. He couldn't wait to have sex with her.
Never expecting this to happen, never expecting to fall in love with her in the way that she obviously fell in love with him too, but they did. A good match emotionally, other than the big differences in their age, they were perfect for one another. They were the perfect love connection. As if they were made for one another, and with her his birth mother, they were made for one another. If he searched the world, he could never find a better woman for him than his mother, just as if she searched the world, she couldn't find a better man for her than her son.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Michael," she said again before returning another one of his deep, wet kisses with her deep, wet kiss. Weird for her to call him Michael instead of Mike, she only called him Michael when she was angry with him. Now, she called him Michael because he kissed her, French kissed her and felt and squeezed her shapely ass through her clothes. "I'll be back after I put on and model your Valentine's Day gift," she said giving him a sexy smile and naughty look before leaving his bedroom with her sexy nightgown in hand.
'I can't believe she's going to model that sexy nightgown for me,' he thought while impatiently awaiting her return. She shocked him by wanting to model the nightgown he bought her for Valentine's Day. 'With that nightgown so sheer, so short, and so low-cut, I'll soon be seeing more of her beautiful body than I've ever seen before,' he thought.
Having never given her such a sexy and sexually provocative gift, he took a huge leap of faith by giving her a sexy nightgown for Valentine's Day. He couldn't believe she not only liked the gift and had left him to try it on but also that was going to model it for him too. Yet, more than just the card, the flowers, the perfume, the box of chocolates, the champagne, and the sexy nightgown that he gave her for Valentine's Day, he had much better gifts he hoped to give her.
If she allowed him the sexual pleasure, he had gifts that couldn't be measured in monetary value. His gift to his soon to be lover was to give her orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock. His Valentine's Day gift was not only to give her sexual pleasure but also to make her cum. Even though she was an older woman and even though she was his mother, his gift to her was to make her his woman in the way that he couldn't wait for her to make him her man.
Doing the math in his head, when she was 60-years-old, he'd be 36-years-old. With her looking younger and him looking older, the difference in age was as obviously apparent. With him feeling older and her feeling younger, the difference in their age wasn't an issue.
Now that he French kissed her, he wondered what Kim sounded like when having an orgasm. While imagining the facial expressions she made, he wondered what she looked like when cumming. As if she was his blushing bride, he could only imagine her body coming alive and her face glowing during the orgasmic pleasure that he intended to give her.
Even though he was a much younger and less sexually experienced man, he'd love to be the man to do that for her. Even though she was a much older and more sexually experienced woman, he'd love her to be the woman to make him a better man. Just as he'd love her to be the woman to make him sexually satisfied, he'd love to be the man to make her sexually satisfied too. Just as he wished that she'd be the woman to love him forever and a day, he'd love to be the man to love her forever and a day.
Blame it on love to overstep the sexual boundaries of their friendship but Valentine's Day inspired his wanton feelings of forbidden, sexual lust enough to ignore his reservations, his guilt, and his feelings of foreboding. With her either deliberately or inadvertently flashing him up-skirts and down-blouses, they had wasted enough time sexually teasing one another. He had wasted enough time masturbating in private over all that he had seen of her and all that he had imagined of her. Now, he needed to put his sexual fantasies in motion to finally realize them. Having already confessed how he felt by his long, wet kiss, now he needed to show her how he felt by giving her hot, romantic sex.
Putting his sexual feelings out there with the chance that he'd be rejected, he never felt as much love for this woman, hopefully his woman, as he felt for her now. Even though he had lusted over her for years, afraid to show his true feelings, content with being her best friend, he never wanted her as much as he wanted her now. Never thinking that this day would ever come, once his father, her ex-husband, was out of their lives, that left the door of romance wide open for him to step in and take what he wanted and what he wanted was her. He wanted to have hot sex with his mother before making love to her and before fucking her.
Now, with him finally alone with her after breaking up with his ex-girlfriend, Jessica, he was free to pursue a sexual relationship with his mother. With him literally half her age, it was time that Kim had sex with a much younger man in the way that her ex-husband left her to have sex with a much younger woman. With her now clear of any romantic and/or marital obligations and free from any other suiters wooing her, he couldn't wait to make his sexual move to make her his woman. He couldn't wait to have sex with his mother. He couldn't wait to make love to her. He couldn't wait to fuck her.
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While she was trying on her nightgown, making himself comfortable on her bed, eager to see how sexy she looked, he patiently waited for her. He wondered what she was doing in there. He wondered what was taking so long. He wondered if she had a change of mind about modeling the nightgown for him. He wondered if she was going to go through with giving him love, romance, and sex.
His kind of woman, she was much like him in humor and in personality. His dream woman, Kimberly was tall, beautiful, and sexy. His kind of woman, in the way that he was too, she was smart, fun, and witty. His kind of woman, she was vulnerable. His kind of woman, in the way that he was too, she was sad, lonely, horny, and sexually frustrated. He couldn't think of a better woman than her to make his. Besides, with marriage and children out of the question, he didn't have to marry her and give her a child to know that he could ease her sadness and make her feel better by giving her sex, love, and happiness.
Alone with her in her bedroom, her boudoir was filled with the fragrance of two dozen, long stem, red roses along with the tangible feeling of the anticipation of sex. With her having already opened her candy, he took a bite of one, a chocolate truffle. He couldn't wait to feed her chocolates in between their kisses and to taste the sweetness of the candy on her lips and tongue. He lit some candles and turned off the light. Even though he wouldn't be able to see her as well in candlelight while she wore his sexy nightgown, with her a mature woman, he didn't want to make her feel self-consciously uncomfortable once he hopefully stripped her naked.
He imagined Kimberly naked now and in the way that he had never imagined her naked before. He was finally going to see his mother and his best friend naked. She was finally going to see her son and her best friend naked too. He couldn't wait to see his mother naked. He couldn't wait to see her big tits, her nipples, and areolas, as well as her blonde pussy and her shapely, naked ass. He couldn't wait for his mother to see him naked. He couldn't wait for her to see his big, erect prick.
As if she was standing before him naked now, he imagined seeing her naked. He imagined touching her, feeling her, and fondling her in places where he had never touched, felt, and fondled her before. He imagined touching her, feeling her, and fondling her in places where had had always wanted to touch, feel, and fondle her. He imagined touching her, feeling her, and fondling her where a son should never touch, feel, and fondle his mother. His sexual fantasy come true, this was it, this was finally it.
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After having lusted over her for six, long, sexually frustrating years, he finally summoned the nerve to kiss her. He finally kissed her, French kissed her. He couldn't believe he finally parted her lips with his tongue and French kissed her. Even more than that, he couldn't believe she returned his kiss with her kiss and with her own sexual passion. Replaying their deep, wet kiss over again in his mind, her lips were magical. After wanting to have sex with her for so long, they were hopefully, finally, about to have sex.
While waiting impatiently for her to return after slipping on her sexy nightgown, he opened the champagne. The cork popped from the bottle and the champagne gushed out on the carpet in the way that he imagined his cock would soon gush his cum in her mouth and in her pussy. He sipped the champagne he bought her that now chilled in an ice bucket by the end of the bed. He sniffed the red roses in the way he hoped to soon be sniffing her wet pussy while licking her and fingering her cunt.
Not stopping there, after giving her an orgasm with his fingers, his mouth, his tongue, and his cock, he hoped she'd give him an orgasm with her hand, her tongue, and her mouth. After cumming in her mouth, he hoped she'd be agreeable to him giving her a cum bath. He loved nothing better than marking his territory by giving his mother a cum bath. After he imagined gushing a first load of cum in her mouth, he imagined shooting a second load of cum all over her beautiful face, in her lush, blonde hair, and across her big breasts.
Only, with her an older woman, hoping she does, maybe she doesn't suck cock. He didn't know. He had no idea. Moreover, even if she does suck cock, maybe she doesn't swallow. Maybe she'd be as offended as she'd be disgusted that he'd want to cum all over her pretty face. Maybe she never had a cum bath before.
Making himself more comfortable on her bed while waiting for her to return, he quickly undressed and propped up more pillows behind his head. As if she was his Victoria Secrets model but without wings, not wanting to miss her entrance, he wanted to see his MILF of a mother in the sexy nightgown that he bought her. With her nightgown so short, low-cut, and sheer, he couldn't wait to see her cleavage and the tops of her meaty breasts. He couldn't wait to see her long, shapely legs. He couldn't wait to see all that he could see of her beautiful body through her nightgown.
Moreover, what was good for the goose was good for the gander. He wanted her to get a good look at his erection that tented his black, silk, boxer shorts that she bought him for Valentine's Day. Just as he wanted to see her wearing his gift, he wanted her to see him wearing her gift. He wanted her to see the pole that added heat to the red hearts pierced with arrows that decorated the silk underwear that she bought him for Valentine's Day.
After French kissing her the first time, he yearned to French kiss her again. In the way that he couldn't wait to sexually touch her, feel her, and fondle her, he couldn't wait for her to sexually touch him, feel him, and fondle him too. He couldn't wait to have his wicked, sexual way with every part of her beautiful body.
In the way that he couldn't wait for her to take his prick in her soft, motherly hand, he couldn't wait to finger his mother's wet pussy. He couldn't wait to watch her stroking him while sucking him. He couldn't wait to see her looking up at him with her big, blue eyes with his prick buried in her beautiful mouth. He couldn't wait to feel his cock buried deep in her wet, warm cunt while lovingly humping her before fucking her hard and fast.
Their first time having sex with his mother on of all days, Valentine's Day, a sexual celebration, this was indeed an auspicious, romantic occasion. Denied the invitation to her bed until now, she finally saw the light when she realized the sexual lust and felt the romantic passion that he had long held for her. She finally saw the light when she noticed his erection that he was no longer able to hide nor wanted to hide from her. When he wished her a Happy Valentine's Day and sealed the deal with a kiss, a French kiss, they knew that tonight was inevitable. They knew that tonight was the night for love, romance, and sex.
Not making him wait very long, she seemed as sexually eager to have sex with him as he was sexually excited to have sex with her. His vision of perfection, she entered his bedroom wearing her Victoria's Secret's, short, sheer, sexy, low-cut nightgown. A sensual sight to see, she looked so beautiful. A forbidden sight to behold, able to see the complete outline of her breasts, the impressions of her nipples, and the darker shadow of her pubic hair, as if she was already naked, she looked so sexy.
Totally captivating, she reminded him of how Kelly Preston looked when she played Marnie Mason, Arnold Schwarzenegger's love interest, in Twins so long ago. As if she was his blonde angel instead of the woman of his desire and sexual fantasies, he couldn't wait to make her his lover. Now that he saw how hot and sexy she looked in that sheer nightgown, he couldn't wait to see what she looked like without it.
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"How do I look?" She said fishing for compliments while obviously sexually teasing him as she turned one way before turning the other and while giving him the eye.
Tempting him, teasing him, and toying with him, she knew exactly how she looked. Not only did she look beautiful but also, she looked sexy. She looked sexually dangerous. She looked like a piece of forbidden fruit from the Garden of Eden. Instead of imagining himself as the snake who'd dare seduce her in the Garden of Eden, instead of imagining her as an innocent virgin, he imagined that she was Eve and he was Adam.
Yet, no matter who they were or who they imagined themselves to be, he didn't care about the consequences of them coming together sexually. In the same way that there wasn't a chance she'd be saying no to him, he'd never say no to her neither. As much as he loved seeing his mother in her sexy nightgown, he couldn't wait to see her without it.
Having never seen as much of her sexy and shapely body before, he stared at her as if she was naked already and as if he was seeing her without her clothes for the first time. He looked from her shoulder length, blonde hair, to her big, blue, beautiful eyes, before staring down at her shapely figure. As if God had created her just for him or more appropriately, God had created him just for her, he was beyond sexually excited to finally and hopefully be sexually intimate with his mother.
Before answering her to tell her how she looked, as if her nightgown cupped them just for him, he stared at the sensuous sight that her C cup breasts made in her China blue nightgown. In the way that his erection showed her the sexual lust that he had for her in his boxer shorts, he saw the sexual lust she had for him by the huge impressions her nipples made in her nightgown. Just as he couldn't wait to feel her big tits and finger her erect nipples, he couldn't wait to see her big tits and suck her big nipples.
Unless she was cold instead of sexually aroused with her nipples already hard and erect, he discerned that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. Unless he was mistaken and had misread all the subtle, sexual signals that she had given him over the years, tonight was the night. Why else would he be in her bedroom and on her bed in his boxer shorts? Why else would she dare model the sheer, short, low-cut nightgown that he gave her as his Valentine's gift? Any other mother would be embarrassed to show as much of her naked body to her son as she was showing now.
With tonight the night of love, romance, and sex he'd be making romantic love to her tonight. He'd be having sex with the woman of his dreams, his lustful desires, and his sexual fantasies on Valentine's night. He'd finally be seeing his beloved Kimberly, the love of his life, naked. Who else to have sex with than to have sex with his best friend? Who else to make love to than his mother?
'Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah,' he thought while imagining angels singing as he removed her nightgown and she removed his boxer shorts. 'Fuck her! Fuck her! Stick you prick in her mouth, in her pussy, and in her ass. Bend her over and fuck her,' he imagined Satan saying. 'Now is your chance. Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!'
He stared at her as if he was dreaming. He gazed at her as if he was having another one of his sexual fantasies while masturbating over the thoughts of her naked and having sex with him. He sexually leered at her as if she was his woman not just for this one night but for every night and forever.
"How do you look? Allow me show you how I think you look," he said with a sexy smile and a dirty laugh.
As if she was his sexy wench, he sat up in bed and leaned forward to take her by her wrist. As if he was a pillager taking what he wanted and as if she was the precious, albeit the forbidden spoils of his claimed castle in his new kingdom, he pulled her to him as if she was already his woman. As if she was his for the taking and she was, moreover, something she seemed to enjoy, he was aggressively forceful with her. Yet, instead of forcing her to have sex, he was taking her. Obviously giving his mother what she wanted and needed, she giggled like a parochial, school girl to be the reason of his sexual lust.
When he pulled her in that forceful way, and when she fell on the bed, the top of her low-cut nightgown opened to give him a down-nightgown view of the tops of her full breasts and her long line of sexy cleavage. The object of his sexual attraction, focused attention, and incestuous passion, she had fabulous tits and he couldn't wait to finally see them, touch them, feel them, and fondle them. He couldn't wait to finger her nipples before sucking her nipples. He couldn't wait to watch her naked breasts bounce up and down and sway side to side as he fucked her hard, long, and fast.
As if voluntarily lifting itself in sexual anticipation of him fingering her, when she fell on the bed, her short nightgown moved up enough to give him a sexy view of her blonde, trimmed pussy. If it wasn't enough she had given him a down-nightgown view of her breasts, whether deliberately or unintentionally, she now gave him an up-nightgown view of her pussy. Naked beneath her nightgown, his sign that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, she wasn't wearing panties. She was naked beneath that flimsy nightgown. One, thin piece of satin material prevented him from seeing all of the woman of his lustful, sexual desire naked.
'Ahoy,' he thought as if he was a pirate ready to have sex with his wench of a woman. 'Shiver me timbers. Instead of having a big plank for her to walk, I have a big plank for my mother to suck and fuck.'
Having seen her white, bikini panties plenty of times before with her flashing him sexy up-skirt peeks, he had never seen her naked pussy before. Other than brief in between her leg, up-nightgown glimpses in a darkened room while cuddling on the couch and watching a movie, he had never seen her bare, naked pussy. Now that she was nakedly exposed, as if watching a tennis match, he stared from her expose breasts to stare at her exposed pussy. He stared at his mother's cunt as if he had never seen a woman's private parts before. Indeed, her cunt was a special vagina. This was his beloved, Kimberly's, pussy.
'I saw Kimberly's cunt,' he thought. 'I saw my mother's pussy,' he couldn't believe that he saw her naked pussy. 'I love her pussy as much as I love her big breasts.'
He couldn't wait to touch her pussy, cup her pussy, and finger her pussy. Just the thought of fingering her pussy sent shivers down his spine. He couldn't wait to lick her pussy while fingering her pussy. As if he was her longtime lover instead of her best friend, he couldn't wait to make love to her pussy with his mouth before making love to her mouth with his cock. He couldn't wait to give her a vaginal orgasm with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock. He couldn't wait to fuck her pussy and pound her pussy in the mattress while hearing her scream his name in sexual passion.
'Michael! God, Michael! Oh, my God, Michael! Fuck me, Michael. Fuck me,' he imagined her screams of sexual passion. 'Make me cum.'
Kissing and kissing her, French kissing her, he touched her, felt her, and fondled her now where he was never allowed but yearned to touch, feel, and fondle her before. Kissing and kissing her, French kissing her, he slid a slow, purposeful hand over her nightgown clad ass and squeezed her buttocks before raising her nightgown high enough and long enough to feel her naked backside. Having his sexual way with her naked, shapely ass, squeezing her ass and feeling her ass again before slapping her ass, he moved his hand to the front of her.
'She has such an incredible ass,' he thought. 'I can't believe I'm feeling a forty-eight-year-old woman's ass. Any thirty-year-old woman would love to have her ass.'
As if her body was his personal playground and his Valentine's Day gift of sexual pleasure to him, he felt her full breasts through her nightgown. First feeling one breast before feeling the other breast, he repeated the process of feeling her breasts again while fingering her nipples. Eager to see her naked, natural tits, he always wanted to see her big tits, her areolas, and her nipples. As if the top of her nightgown was a shroud cloaking a masterpiece painting, as if there was a drumroll of suspense going off in his horny head, he lowered her nightgown straps to expose her naked breasts to his horny eyes. A sight of rare beauty to behold, he couldn't believe his eyes.
* * * * *
With her topless now, he feasted his horny eyes on her naked breasts. He couldn't believe she was finally topless before him. He couldn't believe he was finally seeing his mother's big, beautiful breasts. Her breasts were amazing. He stared at her naked breasts before daring himself to reach out to touch her naked breasts.
As if they were something valuably forbidden to touch, he touched and felt her breasts before he lowered his head to suck her erect nipples. Pulling them, turning them, twisting them, pinching them, and squeezing between his fingers, he fingered her nipples while sucking her nipples. His sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe he was finally seeing, touching, and sucking on Kimberly's big tits while fingering her nipples. A large C cup, perhaps even a small D cup, she had beautiful breasts that were as big as they were shapely.
'By far, she has the best tits I've ever seen, felt, fondled, sucked, and fingered,' he thought while sucking and fingering her erect nipples.
Then, something he only sexually fantasized of ever doing, he felt her reach her hand down to feel his erection though his boxer shorts. His mother was feeling his prick. He couldn't believe his mother was feeling his prick. Then, when he moved his hand in between her legs to cup her naked pussy, she stuck her hand down his boxer shorts to wrap her long, manicured fingers around his stiff prick. Obviously, in the way that he couldn't wait to touch and feel her wet pussy, she couldn't wait to touch and feel his hard cock too. Pussy for prick, obviously, he wasn't the only one who wanted to have some hot, sexy fun.
'Oh, my God,' he thought when she wrapped her long, manicured fingers around his thick prick. 'I can't believe I'm about to have sex with my MILF of a mother. I can't believe my mother wants to have sex with me as much as I want to have sex with her.'
Continuing to French kiss one another, he fingered her cunt while she fingered the head of his cock. Slowly, as if making love to his prick with her soft hand, she stroked his cock. Just as he couldn't believe he was fingering her warm, wet pussy, he couldn't believe she was stroking his hard, erect dick. His sexual fantasy come true, just as he couldn't believe that he was finally masturbating her, he couldn't believe that she was finally masturbating him.
"Lick me Michael. Give me an orgasm with your tongue and with your fingers," she said whispering her sexual wishes in his ear while licking and blowing in his ear. "Eat my pussy while fingering my cunt. Forget that I'm your mother, make me your submissive bitch. Make me your dirty whore. Make me your sexy, sexual slave. Use me and abuse me, Michael. Make me your cum slut," she said giving him another deep, wet kiss.
His kind of woman, he loved it when she talked dirty to him. His kind of woman, he couldn't wait to talk dirty to her. As much as he'd love having sex with her, he couldn't wait to have hot, sexy pillow talk over all the sexy, sexual things they've done and all the sexy, sexual things they'd do. Just as he couldn't wait to fill her beautiful mind with sexual imagery, he couldn't wait for her to fill his horny mind with dirty thoughts. Just as he couldn't wait to fill his mouth with his mother's pussy, he couldn't wait to fill her mouth with his erect prick.
Not wearing his Valentine's gift very long, she unceremoniously and hurriedly removed her nightgown. Returning the favor, not wearing her Valentine's gift very long either, he removed his black, silk boxer shorts as if his underpants were on fire. With them both naked now, they were ablaze by the heat of their sexual flames.
Taking him by surprise, not expecting her to remove her nightgown, he surprised even himself by stripping off his shorts so soon. In the way that he stared at her naked body, she stared at his naked body. As if he was recording the naked image of her in his mind, he wished he had a camera. He'd take dozens of sexy cheesecake, naked photos of her to masturbate over later while allowing her to take dozens of sexy beefcake photos of him for her to masturbate over later too.
'I can't believe I'm finally seeing Kimberly naked,' he thought while drinking her all in as if he was guzzling a cold beer on a scorching, hot day. 'She's such an extraordinarily beautiful woman, especially for a woman her age.'
"You're so stunningly beautiful Kimberly. You have such a beautiful body," he said staring at her before taking her naked body in his arms to kiss her again. "If I didn't know you were 48-years-old, I'd think you were 24-years-old."
* * * * *
As if he was dreaming this, his sexual fantasy finally realized, he moved between her shapely legs to lick her already glistening wet, pink pussy. Licking her while fingering her, he took sexual control of her beautiful body with the quick laps of his long, wide tongue. Licking her harder and licking her faster while fingering her deeper, he had her squirming in no time. Licking her while fingering her, he never thought this day would ever come. With him wanting only her and no other woman, not a movie star nor a celebrity, he never thought he'd ever be sexually intimate with his mother, the woman of his lustful desires.
"Oh, Michael," she said grabbing him by his hair and pulling his head forward.
As if his nose was her surrogate prick or her substitute dildo, she mashed his face in her wet pussy and rubbed her vaginal secretions all over his face. As if he was her Valentine's Day decoration of sexual lust, his face glistened with her warm wetness. As she obviously loved him licking and fingering her, by the sexual passion that he showed her, he loved licking and fingering her too. Squirming and moaning her sexual lust, she returned his sexual passion with every bit of her sexual passion.
"I love licking your pussy, Kim," he said. "I love eating you. I love fingering your cunt," he said following her lead in his dirty talk.
As if she was the aggressive man and he was the submissive woman, she put a heavy hand to the back of his head and pressed his face forward while holding it there. As if she was the horny man and he was the compliant woman, she mashed his mouth and tongue in her cunt in the way that a man would impale a woman's mouth and deep throat her with his prick. As if she was the empowered man and he was the weak woman, she let him know what she wanted and what she wanted was for him to give her an orgasm with his mouth, his tongue, and his fingers. She wanted him to eat his mother's cunt.
"Right there. Right there, Michael. That's it. Right there," she said with sexual excitement. "Don't stop. Please don't stop rubbing my clit. Rub my clit harder. Rub my clit faster. Lick me, Michael. Lick me. Please don't stop licking me," she said arching her back and stiffening her legs. "Lick me faster. Faster. Lick me harder. Harder. Finger fuck me deeper while rubbing my clit. Deeper. Harder. Faster," she said. "That's it. That's it. Right there. Oh, God! Oh, God!"
Licking her faster, he licked her harder. Finger fucking her deeper, he rubbed her clit faster and harder. He stretched her pussy with his finger to insert his tongue and his finger even deeper in her cunt. Licking and licking her, he continued licking her until his jaw hurt. Yet, taking the pain with the pleasure, he loved eating her pussy. He still couldn't wrap his head around that he was eating his mother's cunt.
"Uma, uma, uma," he made pussy licking noises as if he was chanting instead of eating her pussy. "Uma, uma, uma," he exhaled his sexual desire in her pussy. "Uma, uma, uma," he said while licking her.
Still forcible held his head in place while pressing his face against her cunt. He let out the sounds that allowed him to breath better while his face was buried in her pussy. An unexpected bonus, his sound effects seemed to sexually excite her. Now really getting into eating her cunt, he reached up his hand to feel and fondle her big breasts and finger her erect nipples.
Pulling them, turning them, twisting them, pinching them, and squeezing her big nipples, he fingered one nipple before fingering the other nipple. With him going at her wet pussy as if his tongue was a battery-operated vibrator submerged underwater, anticipating her oral orgasm, it didn't take her long to arch her back and tighten her legs again. It didn't take her long to scream his name. It didn't take her long to have an oral orgasm and cum. Just as it didn't take him long to get her to cum, it didn't take her long to bask in the afterglow of sex.
"Michael! Oh, my God, Michael! I'm cumming. I'm cumming, Michael. I'm cumming," she said collapsing as if she had been deflated. "Jesus that was good. That was so very good."
As if she was dead, she remained silently smiling and holding herself until she spoke.
"Wow," he said wiping his face with napkins he had on his nightstand. Reeling in shock, not only had he made out with and seen his beloved Kimberly naked but also he had just eaten her pussy. "That was amazing, Kim."
Showing him as much sexual passion as he showed her, she leaned to him to kiss him before collapsing on the bed again.
"My God, Michael, that was incredible. It's been so long, too long, since I had sex. It's been so long, too long, since I've had my pussy fingered and licked. It's been so long, too long, since I've had an orgasm. Thank you, Michael. Thank you for eating my cunt. Thank you for licking my pussy while fingering my pussy," she said. "You've made me so happy on this special day. You've given me the best Valentine's Day I ever had."
* * * * *
With him still in the moment, not letting her off so easily, he moved between her legs to continue licking her and fingering her while fondling her big tits and fingering her erect nipples. As if she was paralyzed and unable to move, she stayed like that in a state of suspended animation while enjoying the afterglow of her oral orgasm and while becoming sexually aroused again from him licking and fingering her. He wanted to give her a second, oral orgasm but she obviously had other sexual plans. Instead, when she reached down for him, he wiped his face on his napkin again before moving up to her.
"Make love to me, Michael," she said reaching down for him. "I need to feel you inside me. Make me cum again. Stick your big, hard prick deep in my warm, wet pussy. Then, after you make love to me, fuck me, Michael. Fuck me. Really fuck me. Fuck me hard and fuck me fast. I need a good fuck," she said. "I need to cum from you fucking me."
Having never heard her talk dirty before, he was surprised to hear her talk dirty now. If he wasn't sexually excited enough before, he was even more sexually excited now by her graphic, X-rated, pillow talk. If only she was his age, he'd have his perfect woman. If only he was her age, she'd have the perfect man. Yet, even with her twice his age and him half her age, they didn't care just as they didn't care that they were mother and son. Just as he loved her, she loved him. He truly loved her and would always love her, need her, and want her. She truly loved him and would always love him, need him, and want him too.
He mounted her and when he did, she reached her hand down between his legs and took his cock in hand to position his stiff prick by the opening of her wet pussy. As if he was meant to make love to her, his cock slid inside of her as if it belonged there. As if he was meant to make love to her, he gasped when he felt her warm wetness engulf his prick and when he felt the tightness of her cunt. As if he was meant to make love to her, he held her tight while French kissing her long and deep.
As if she was meant to make love to him, she gasped when she felt the full length and girth of his erection. As if she was meant to make love to him, she humped him as lovingly as he humped her. As if she was meant to make love to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and passionately kissed him. Obviously, in the way that she couldn't wait to be fucked, he couldn't wait to fuck her.
Slowly and delicately humping her as if she was breakable, making love to the love of his life gently and romantically while kissing and kissing her, he slowly humped her a little harder and a little faster. Then, with his sexual passion consuming him in the way of a raging fire, he humped her faster and he humped her harder. Now fucking her instead of making love to her, he showed her his deep, penetrating love for her by pounding her pussy into her mattress. Continuing to show her the sexual, physical, and emotional, lustful passion that he had for her, he stopped kissing her to fuck her deeper and harder.
Just as he gave her sexual satisfaction with his fingers and tongue enough for her to cum, he wanted to give her a second orgasm with his cock too. With her tubes tied and with him knowing she could no longer get pregnant, he wanted to feel what it was like to cum inside her. No matter if she could no longer bear him a child, as if claiming her as his woman by marking his territory, he needed to deposit his DNA inside her cunt by cumming in her pussy.
Then, hoping she'd reciprocate the orgasmic, sexual pleasure and blow him, not only did he want to cum in her mouth but also he wanted to give her a cum bath. After he ejaculated his lust in her mouth, holding back some cum in reserve, as if staking his claim on her, he wanted to ejaculate a second load of cum all over her face, in her hair, and across her breasts. He wanted to physically show her how much he wanted her by decorating her face with his cum in the way that she glistened his face with her vaginal secretions.
"Oh, my God," he said brushing back another strand of her lush, blonde hair again to stare in her big, blue eyes while fucking her faster and harder. "This is the best sex I've ever had with anyone," he said breathlessly while looking at her adoringly.
Yet, as soon as he said that, he regretted saying that. What was he thinking to say something like that to her now? As soon as he said that, he hoped he hadn't said the wrong thing at the wrong time by bringing up other women while his prick was buried deep inside her. Afraid that she may take offense that he was thinking of other women while inside her, fortunately for him, with them on the same, sexual page, she leaned up to kiss him before collapsing back on her back. Fortunately, for him, she seemed flattered that he deemed her his best sexual partner he ever had just as she seemed sexually excited to know that this the best sex he ever had.
"Ditto for me too," she said with a laugh. "You're such an incredible lover. This is the best sex I've ever had too. As much as I love your fingers, your tongue, and your cock, I love you, Michael."
She loved him. She surprised him by telling him that she loved him. Really pounding her pussy now, he looked at her with love while humping her harder and faster. She wrapped her long legs around his back and returned his hard and fast humps with her hard and fast humps.
"I love you, too, Kimberly. I love you. Happy Valentine's Day, Mom," he said breathlessly.
She looked at him with love too.
"I love you, Michael," she said again. "I love you. Happy Valentine's Day to you too, Michael," she said as her big tits bounced and swayed her sexual excitement from him banging her beautiful body.
Obviously with her not nearly done yet, as if getting ready to go for a fast, hard ride on a bucking bronco, she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck and locked her long, shapely legs around his waist and back tighter too. As if they were one, entwined by arms and legs, she held him as tightly as he held her. She humped him as hard and as fast as he humped her. They fucked one another long and hard.
"Oh, my God, Kim. Oh, my God. I love you. I love you. I love you," he said.
Humping him harder and faster now, she returned his hard, fast humps with his hard, fast humps.
"Fuck me, Michael. Fuck me. Make me cum again. Fuck me faster. Fuck me harder. Fuck me deeper. Make me cum. I need to cum. Give me an orgasm with your big, beautiful prick," she said whispering her sexual desire while licking and blowing in his ear again. "Make me your woman. Make me your bitch."
He gave her a sexy smile before giving her a deep, wet kiss. Before they started fucking again, really fucking, she returned his French kiss with her French kiss. Every time she kissed him in that way, she blanked his mind. Every time she kissed him in the way, as if plugging his cock in a wall outlet, she electrified and recharged him with the sexual passion that he had for her. Ready to fuck her even harder and faster, he was ready to pound her pussy in the way that he had never pounded any woman's cunt. Wanting to give her an orgasm with his prick, he needed to make her cum again.
"It would be my sexual pleasure to give you sexual pleasure," he said with a dirty laugh.
As if he was a competitor in a fucking contest, Michael fucked her harder. As if he was eager to claim first prize, he fucked her faster. As if he was going for the world's fucking record, he fucked his mother harder and faster. Only, deciding not to ejaculate his cum in her pussy, not yet, not now, he wanted to save his cum. He'd cum in her pussy later. Preferring instead, he wanted to cum in her mouth.
Now wanting and expecting her to blow him, he wanted to save his cum for her beautiful mouth. He wanted to save his cum to give her a special Valentine's Day cum bath. As if he was a dog marking his territory with his cum instead of with urine, he wanted to cum all over her. After ejaculating a partial load in her mouth, he wanted to make her his woman by cumming all over her beautiful face, in her blonde hair, and across her big tits. As if she was his cake that he was eating too, he wanted to decorate her with the translucent pearls of his cum.
He slid a slow finger across her red, full lips and, a good sign, she took his finger in his mouth and sucked his finger as if she was sucking his cock while staring at him with her big, blue eyes. Eager for her to blow him, he knew she'd soon be sucking his cock too. After he ejaculated a load of cum in her mouth and after he ejaculated a second load of cum all over her beautiful face, in her blonde hair, and across her big tits, he wanted her to take him in her mouth again. He wanted her to suck him dry and lick him clean. Sexually exciting for him to see her staring up at him with his big, hard, hairy prick in her mouth, he wanted to watch her swallow his cum.
"Oh, Michael. I'm cumming," she said wrapping her arms tighter around his neck and her long, legs tighter around his waist and back. "Fuck me harder. Fuck me faster. Fuck me deeper. Fuck me, Michael. Fuck me. Stick your big, thick prick deep inside of my warm, wet cunt."
Fucking her harder, fucking her faster, and fucking her deeper, he was intent on giving her another orgasm, this time with his cock instead of with his tongue and fingers. Intent on erasing her sadness with sexual pleasure, needing her to forget about her drunken, bastard of an unfaithful ex-husband, he wanted her to think of him, only him. In the way that her 48-year-old, ex-husband abandoned her for Michael's 24-year-old whore of an ex-girlfriend, he wanted his 48-year-old, MILF of a lover to have her wicked, sexual way with his 24-year-old, hard body any time she wanted.
"You're so frigging beautiful, Kim. You're so frigging sexy. I love making love to you. I love eating you," he said talking dirty to her. "I love licking you while fingering you. I love fucking your pussy. I love pounding your cunt," he said. "I love you, Kimberly. I love you," he said kissing her and kissing her. "I'll always love you."
As stunned as he was sexually excited, he couldn't believe she talked dirty to him. He couldn't believe they were having hot, sexy pillow talk. He couldn't believe that she told him that she loved him not only as a son but also as her lover. As if he had said the magic word by talking dirty to her and telling her again that he loved her, she was ready to cum again. Just as he still couldn't wrap his brain around the fact that he was in bed and having sex with his dream woman, his mother he couldn't believe she was ready to cum again.
Even though he had sexually lusted over her and masturbated over her for years, he never thought he'd be having sex with her. Always thinking of her as his best friend, he never thought of her as a love match and as his lover unless his hand was wrapped around his stiff prick while stroking himself. Always thinking of her as his morally modest mother, he never thought of her as a sexual woman. With the differences in their ages getting in the way before, he never thought of her as sexually insatiable until now. With the differences in their ages no longer making a difference now, she was his woman and he was her man.
Now that he was having his wicked, sexual way with her naked, beautiful body, no longer just his best friend, she was indeed his sexy bitch. No longer just his mother, she was, indeed, his sexual slave. His own personal whore, she was indeed his cum slut. She was, indeed, his woman, his lover, and his best friend in addition to being his mother. Now that they've had sex, he couldn't wait to have sex with her again. Now that they've had sex, he'd have sex with her every day, twice a day, morning and night.
"I'm cumming, Michael. I'm cumming. Don't stop. Just don't stop. Please don't stop. I'm almost there. Oh, my! Oh, my! Oh, my God! I'm almost there. Oh, Michael," she said holding him as tight as she could. "Oh, Michael! Oh, Michael! Fuck me, Michael. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Fuck me faster. Make me cum. Pound my pussy, Michael. Pound my pussy."
After she had her second orgasm, they stayed like that holding one another while sweating and breathing hard. Then, as if seeing him for the first time, she stared in his hazel eyes with her blue eyes. Even better than their first, French kiss, she kissed him with unreserved, sexual passion in the way he had never been kissed and/or had kissed anyone before. Blanking his mind with her deep, wet kiss, it was a long, lingering, romantic kiss that filled him with love, lust, and passion.
"I love you, Michael. I love you. I'll always love you and I'm forever sexually yours if you want me," she said stroking his hair before touching the side of his face and before French kissing him again.
* * * * *
Now it was his turn to cum. His sexual fantasy come true, Kimberly, the love of his life was about to blow him. About to take him in her mouth, she was about to suck his prick. Hoping beyond hope, with her from a different generation, an older generation who may suck cock but not allow him to cum in her mouth, he hoped she'd allow him to cum in her mouth. He hoped she'd swallow his cum. He hoped she'd allow him to give her a cum bath.
He watched her move down half the length of his body to take his sticky wet, erect cock in her hand to stroke him while staring up at him and before taking him in her mouth. With them already connected in friendship, now sex connected them too. His cock was covered in her vaginal secretions and as if she was taking her dildo in her mouth after masturbating herself, it sexually excited him to watch her lick his cock clean. Kissing his stiff prick while staring up at him, she licked his prick as if she was a dog with a bone. She didn't look as if she'd be letting go of his hard cock any time soon.
Then, a moment he'd forever remember and would never forget, she took him in her mouth. Kimberly, his MILF of a mother, had his prick in her mouth. He couldn't believe his sexy, best friend, his new lover, and his mother had his erect prick in her beautiful mouth. Something he'd never forget for as long as he should live, she looked up at him with his big, hard, hairy prick stretching her full, red lips.
Sexually teasing him with her eyes, mouth, and tongue, he stared down at her while she continued staring up at him. He watched her stroke him while she removed his cock from her mouth to kiss his prick and lick his prick again while continuing to stare up at him. Then, continuing to sexually tease him, he watched her take him in her mouth again while staring up at him with those eyes.
Only, this time, instead of just kissing and licking his cock and instead of just mouthing him, he felt her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. She sucked him deeper while stroking him faster. Kimberly was blowing him. His best friend was really blowing him. He couldn't believe his mother was blowing him. His beloved Kimberly was sucking his cock. His sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe she was sucking his cock.
'Oh, my God. This is unbelievable. My sexual fantasy come true, I can't believe that Kim is blowing me,' he thought while watching her and trying wrap his brain around seeing his stiff prick in her mouth. 'I love it when she looks up me with her blue eyes with my prick in her mouth.'
Something he had always wanted and had patiently waited to receive for years, a blowjob from his best friend, he couldn't believe that his mother, of all women, was giving him a blowjob. Sucking his cock while stroking his cock, never suspecting she was, indeed, she was such an experienced cocksucker. After giving him the best kiss and the best sex he ever had, by allowing him to eat her, make love to her, and then fuck her, continuing to surprise him, she was now giving him the best blowjob he ever had too.
Enjoying the oral sexual show, he stared down at her to watch her sucking him. He touched her beautiful blonde hair before caressing the side of her pretty face and before reaching down to fondle her breast while fingering her nipple. As if he couldn't believe she was sucking him, he touched the exposed side of his cock while she had it in her mouth. Not a dream or a sexual fantasy that he routinely had while masturbating himself over having forbidden sex with his mother, she was really giving him a blowjob.
"Suck my prick, Kim. Blow me. Oh, my God, Kim," he said putting a gentle hand to the back of her blonde, pretty head to gently hump her mouth before fucking her face with his hips. "Oh, my God, Mom. You're such an incredible cocksucker."
In the way that she put a heavy hand to the back of his head when she pressed his face against her cunt while he was eating her, he was satisfied running his fingers through her beautiful, blonde hair. The last thing that he wanted to do was to startle her or offend her. With her a lady from a different generation, as much as he was surprised that she talked dirty to him and gave him sexy pillow talk, he was even more surprised that she sucked cock, especially as well as she did. For her to suck cock this well, she must have given her ex-husband, and who knows who else, lots of blowjobs.
Yet, his sexual lust got the better of him. Becoming more aggressive as he grew more sexually excited, he pushed her head forward while humping her mouth faster and fucking her face harder. She stared up at him with her big, blue eyes and with his hard, hairy prick buried deep in her mouth. Too soon and too fast, he was already ready to cum. Too soon and too fast, not wanting her blowjob to ever end, especially so soon, he needed to think of something else to delay him from cumming. He needed to think of anything else, baseball, football, or politics, instead of thinking of Kimberly sucking him.
"I love sucking your cock, Michael," she said removing his prick from her mouth to speak. She teased him by licking the head of his engorged prick as he stared down at her and she stared up at him. "You have such a beautiful penis."
As if someone else had said those words, he couldn't believe she had said those words. In his feeble attempt to take his mind off cumming too soon, instead of thinking of baseball, football, or politics, he thought of Mel Gibson, of all people to think about at a time like this. He thought of Mel Gibson playing William Wallace in Braveheart while waiting for the exact moment for his Scotsmen to attack the English. Now becoming his adopted mantra whenever Kim was blowing him, he remembered what William Wallace shouted to his men before their attack.
"Hold! Hold! Hold!"
He quoted William Wallace in thought while trying to delay himself from prematurely ejaculating cum from out of his cock and into her mouth.
'Hold! Hold! Hold,' he thought. 'Hold! Hold! Hold,' he continued thinking.
With her blonde, pretty head bobbing up and down while weaving her head side to side, she made all the cock sucking, slurping sounds men loved to hear while being sucked. Giving him an interactive blowjob as if her head was an electronic video game, she sucked him as if her mouth was a Dyson vacuum. Unable to hold himself from cumming any longer, yet paying her the courtesy before he ejaculated his cum in her mouth, he needed to warn her that he was ready to cum in her mouth so that she could pull her mouth away if she so wanted.
Hoping she didn't remove his prick from her mouth, he wanted to cum in her beautiful mouth. Hoping she didn't remove his prick from her mouth, he wanted her to swallow his oozy load of warm cum. Hoping to save some cum in reserve, he was still hoping to give her a cum bath too. As if giving her liquid jewelry to wear, he hoped she'd allow him to decorate her face, her hair, and her breasts with his pearls of cum in the way that she decorated his face with her glistening, vaginal secretions.
He could have pressed harder on the back of her head and held her mouth in place but, again, with her an older woman from a different generation, he didn't want to ruin their first sexual time together. He didn't want to cum in her mouth if she didn't want him to cum in her mouth. Surprised and pleased that she even sucked his cock, he didn't want to cum in her mouth and he didn't want her to swallow his cum if she was uncomfortable with him cumming in her mouth and swallowing his cum. He didn't want to give her a cum bath if she never had a cum bath before.
He was surprised she talked dirty to him in the way that he talked dirty to her. Not wanting to spoil a good thing, and being the gentleman that he was, he was willing to sacrifice part of his sexual pleasure for her comfort. He was willing to sacrifice part of his sexual pleasure for the sexual pleasure she had already given him and would hopefully give him again. It was enough that she was willingly sucking his cock. Perhaps, one day, she'd allow him to cum in her mouth. Perhaps, one day, she'd swallow his cum. Perhaps, one day, she'd allow him to give her a cum bath. Obviously, that day wasn't today.
"Kim, I'm going to cum. I can't believe I'm going to cum so soon," he said warning her while hoping she wouldn't remove his prick from her mouth and not allow him to cum in her mouth. "You're such an incredible cocksucker and I mean that as a compliment," he said with a dirty laugh. "I'd love nothing more than to cum in your mouth and watch you swallow my cum but if you'd rather not have me ejaculate my cum in your mouth and swallow my cum, that's okay. I understand," he said.
Giving her leave to remove his prick from her mouth if she so desired, he touched the side of her face with love, compassion, and understanding. Now he wondered, if she didn't allow him to cum in her mouth, if she'd allow him to give her a cum bath. At the very least, if not in her mouth, he wanted to cum all over her beautiful face and shapely breasts.
He stared down at her while she looked up at him. She stared up at him with her big, blue eyes and with his hard, hairy cock still buried in her mouth. Yet, a good sign, instead of removing his swollen prick from her mouth, she stroked him faster while sucking him deeper. Then, she quickly removed his cock from her mouth temporarily to quickly speak before taking him in her mouth again.
"Cum Michael, cum," she said in a sexy voice. "I want you to cum. Cum, Michael, cum in my mouth. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste you and swallow you," she said stroking him while talking to him in her sexy voice again. "Cum Michael, cum."
She stroked him harder. She stroked her faster. She sucked him deeper while continuing to stroke his prick. Continuing to suck him, she continued to stroke him. Better than the blowjob that Jessica gave him at his Prom and better than the blowjob he received from that drunken woman at that Frat party, Kimberly was giving him the best blowjob he ever had.
"Oh, my God, Kimberly. Mom! This is the best blowjob I've ever had. Meaning that as a compliment, of course, but you're the greatest cocksucker," he said regretting comparing her to other woman again while his cock was in her mouth as he did when his cock was in her pussy.
Only, instead of her minding the comparison, his sexual evaluation seemingly made her even more sexually excited. She seemed to appreciate his compliment. She smiled up at him with his prick in her mouth before quickly removing his cock from her mouth to speak again.
"Thank you, Michael," she said quickly taking his stiff prick in her mouth while sucking him deeper and stroking him faster.
He stared down at her with his mouth gaping open while she stared up at him.
"Mom. Oh, my God, Kimberly. Oh, my God. I love you, Kim. I love you. Suck my cock. Blow me, Mom. Make me cum. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth," he said pressing a gentle hand to the back of her head. "You're the greatest cocksucker."
Obviously determined to make him cum in her mouth, she continued stroking him faster and harder while sucking him deeper and while swirling her experienced tongue around his prick. In the way that he gave her an oral orgasm with his mouth, his tongue, his fingers, and his cock, obviously, she was determined to give him an oral orgasm with her hand, her tongue, and her mouth. She continued stroking him before quickly removing his cock from her mouth to speak again.
"Thank you, Michael, for calling me the greatest cocksucker. I take that as a compliment," she said smiling up at him. "I love you, too. Now, cum, Michael. Cum. Cum for me. Cum in my mouth. I want you to cum in my mouth."
She stared up at him while he stared down at her.
"Mom, oh, Mom, you're the best. I love you, Mom," he said.
She continued stroking him while sucking him before removing his cock from her mouth to speak again.
"I need to swallow your cum but save some cum to give me a cum bath. I want you to bath me in your cum. I want you to cum all over my face, in my hair, and across my naked breasts," she said. "I want you to make me your woman. I want you to make me your bitch and your sexual slave. I want you to make me your cum slut," she said while staring up at him with those beautiful blue eyes before taking him in her mouth again.
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