Chapitre 2201: MOM, MERRY CHRISTMAS
I love you, Mom," said Seth giving his mother a kiss on her lips while reaching his horny hand around her.
Taking sexual liberties with his mother's nearly naked body, he lifted the back of Mary's nightgown to feel her firm, round, and naked ass. He squeezed her ass, patted her ass, and even slapped his mother's shapely, naked ass. Then, not allowing the opportunity to finger his mother's pussy to pass him by, he slid a slow and a sexually experienced hand between her shapely legs to cup and finger her shaved pussy. Gentler and more loving with his sexual touches of his mother than other men she had been with, he wasn't as aggressively forceful as his father was with his mother.
With her already breathing through her mouth, she quivered with sexual excitement in the way that he lovingly touched and sexually felt his mother's beautiful body. Then, when he cupped her already wet cunt and slowly fingered her pussy, she swooned with the lustful anticipation of what she expected would happen next. She knew that her son would masturbate her in the way that she would gladly move to her knees and stroke him while sucking him.
Different than how she sucked other men; other men were much more aggressive than her son. They'd hold her head in place with a firm hand to the back of her head. Then, bordering on hurting her, they'd hump her mouth and fuck her face. As soon as they ejaculated in her mouth and all over her face, they were done. They'd turn over and fall asleep without addressing and taking care of her sexual wants, needs, and desires.
Her son took care of her sexual needs first. More lovingly romantic with her, Seth took care of his mother's sexual wants and desires before she took care of his sexual wants and desires. Moreover, instead of having sex with her just one time in a night, giving her what she wanted and what she needed, he gave her multiple orgasms. He was ready to go two and three times in one night.
Unlike other men her age, Seth was more appreciative of cumming in his mother's mouth. With her knowing her way around a stiff prick, Mary was quite the talented cocksucker. She sucked the fuck out of his dick. He loved his mother's blowjobs, especially when she cupped his balls in the warmth of his motherly hand. He loved cumming in her mouth as much as he loved giving her cum baths and cumming all over her face and across her naked, C cup breasts.
"Suck my cock, Mom. I need you to blow me. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth. I need to cum all over your pretty face," he said putting a gentle hand behind his mother's pretty, red head. "Blow me Mom. Blow me," he said gently and lovingly humping her beautiful mouth as if she was breakable.
Mary stroked her son while sucking him. She stroked him faster and stroked him harder while sucking him deeper. Clearly, she wanted to suck him as much as he wanted her to blow him. Clearly, she loved sucking her son as much as he loved his mother giving him head. Better than anyone else, she gave him the best blowjobs that he ever had in his life.
"Cum, Seth. Cum. Cum in Mommy's mouth. I need to taste you. I need to swallow you," she said stroking him faster and harder while sucking him deeper. "Cum, Seth. Cum."
Clearly, with their loving relationship not just about incestuous sex, they were two people in romantic love, no matter if they were mother and son. Seth and Mary smiled lovingly at one another while passionately making out with one another and French kissing. After having hot sex for the first-time last night, no doubt, with them unable to control the sexual lust that they had, they'll be having hot sex with one another again today and every day thereafter Christmas.
"I love you, Seth," said Mary returning her son's kiss with her kiss before hugging him while reaching her soft, motherly hand inside the front of his pajama bottoms to feel and fondle his naked prick.
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It was snowing. With no cars driving by and no people and about, it was always so very quiet when it snowed. So very beautiful when the trees, the ground, the bushes, and the houses were decorated with snow, they'd be having a white Christmas this year.
Mary opened the shades and pulled by the curtains wide open to watch the snowfall. The only lights in the living room were from the Christmas tree. The glow of the colorful lights put them both in a romantic mood. Deafening silent the only sounds were Christmas carols playing over the radio. Burl Ives sang Frosty the Snowman, Nat King Cole sang Chestnuts Roasting Over and Open Fire, and Madonna sang Santa Baby.
Never knowing when and where Cupid's arrow will strike, one never knows when or with whom the arrow will hit but sometimes love just happens. Something unplanned but that had surprisingly and unexpectedly happened, a horny son fell in love with his MILF of a mother. Something unplanned but that had unexpectedly happened, a lonely mother fell in love with her handsome son. Yet, with their romantic interlude so very forbidden, there are always lifelong consequences to a son having incestuous sex with his mother just as there are always lifelong consequences to a mother having incestuous sex with her son.
It all started early that morning when his mother caught him masturbating over her with his eyes closed. She unexpectedly opened his bedroom door without knocking. Clearly, by the sexually aroused look on her face, she was surprised to see her son stroking his erect, naked prick over the thought of her naked while having sex with her. Obviously, he was masturbating over her because he was holding her used panties while sniffing them as he stroked his engorged cock.
Something that any mother would have done, she didn't do. Instead of immediately leaving his room and closing his bedroom door behind her, she stayed to watch him cum. With her so very horny and sexually frustrated, she couldn't stop staring at her son's big prick. Having never seen a man masturbating himself before, and even more sexually aroused that it was her son masturbating over her, Seth was the first man she ever watched playing with himself.
Different than how women masturbate a man; he was rougher with his cock. Determined to cum, he stroked himself harder. He stroked himself faster.
While continuing to watch her son masturbate, she lifted her short nightgown to her shoulders and fondled her big breasts while fingering her erect nipples. Then, too sexually aroused to control herself, not caring if her son saw her naked tits and/or her pussy, she held her nightgown in place. While he stroked himself faster and harder, with her pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples, she rubbed her clit faster and fingerfucked her pussy deeper. She was hoping to cum just as her son ejaculated his cum all over his stomach and his hand.
"Oh, Mom," he mumbled as he ejaculated his cum all over himself. "Blow me, Mom. Suck my cock. I need to cum in your mouth."
Then, when he opened his eyes, stunned to see his naked mother, he not only saw his mother his standing in his room watching him stroking his prick but also, he saw her naked tits, her erect nipples, and her naked pussy. An understatement, he was as shocked as he was sexually excited.
He couldn't believe his mother had been standing in his room watching him masturbate himself. He couldn't believe that his mother had been standing in his room watching him masturbate himself while she masturbated herself. He couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's naked tits and pussy.
'I wonder if she heard me say that I wanted her to suck my cock,' he thought while suddenly feeling embarrassed. 'I wonder if she heard me say that I wanted to cum in her mouth,' he thought while wondering if he had said what he sexually wanted her to hear loud enough.
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Something he had never seen before; he couldn't believe he saw his mother's big, naked breasts and her erect nipples. Again, something he had never seen before, he couldn't believe he saw his mother's shaved, naked pussy. He didn't understand why she would have shaved off her beautiful, bright, red pubic hair.
He couldn't believe he had sexually aroused his mother enough for her to not only expose her naked pussy to him but also to finger her naked cunt while masturbating herself. Just as he couldn't believe that he saw his mother masturbating herself, he couldn't believe that he finally saw his mother naked. Ready to masturbate over his mother again, this time over seeing her naked and masturbating herself, never had he been as sexually excited as he was now.
She was so sexy and so shapely. For a 49-year-old woman, she had beautiful breasts that barely sagged at all. Now, that he saw his mother naked, if only for the sake of comparison, he'd love to see some of her friends and the mothers of some of his friends her age naked, too.
"Mom," he said clearly embarrassed as he was sexually excited. He covered his naked prick with both of his hands. "What are you doing in here? Oh, my God. Please don't look at my naked prick," he said calling even more attention to his naked prick. "I'm so embarrassed."
Lowering her nightgown in place and covering her nakedness, she laughed while giving him a sexy look and a naughty smile.
"Are those my panties," she asked with a dirty laugh and a sexy look? "I was enthralled watching you masturbating yourself while holding and sniffing my soiled panties. Tell me. Is this what you normally do to sexually gratify yourself? You masturbate over your mother while holding and sniffing my panties?"
Then, continuing to interrogate her son, while looking at him with sexual lust and horniness she asked him the loaded question.
"Is this what you want? You want to have sex with your mother? You want to sniff and finger my pussy in the way that you're stiffing my panties?"
He looked at her as if he was going to be sick.
"Sorry, Mom. I'm so sorry," said Seth. "I don't know what came over me. I'm just so horny and so very sexually frustrated. Then, every time you flash me your panties, your naked pussy, your bra and long, sexy line of cleavage, or your naked breasts, you make me so hard that I need to masturbate. Unable to control my sexual lust for you, I need to masturbate over you and all that you're showing me of your beautiful body," he said.
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That night, there was an uncomfortable silence. His mother had caught him masturbating over her while sniffing her panties. He felt embarrassed. He felt juvenile. Yet, not all on him. With her no better than him, he had caught her with her nightgown raised to her shoulders while she fondled her naked breasts, fingered her nipples, and masturbated her naked pussy.
In their effort to ease the sexual tension, they went downstairs and opened a bottle of wine. After some wine and some honest and sexually probing conversation, no surprise there, now that their sexual attraction for one another was out in the open, mother and son came together to have passionate and loving, consensual, incestuous sex. Just as their plan wasn't to have sex with one another, even though they did, their plan wasn't to fall in romantic love with one another either, even though they did.
As if it was meant to be, it just happened. Yet, with them both so very horny, sexually frustrated, and needy, they should have surmised that them having a sexual relationship would have inevitably happened. No going back now, unable erase them having sex from the memories, not a one-time thing, they should have surmised that this was the start of a forbidden, sexual relationship between mother and son.
Something unplanned but that had unexpectedly happened, a sexually frustrated mother fell in love with her son. Something unplanned but that had just unexpectedly happened, a vulnerable son romantically fell in love with his MILF of a mother. Something unplanned but that had unexpectedly happened, mother and son had forbidden sex. They had passionate, incestuous sex.
This is their true and unedited story as told to me by Seth how it all began and unexpectedly happened.
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Unlike my horny and perverted friends who always talked about wishing they could see their mothers topless and/or naked, I never sexually lusted over my mother, Mary, in that sexually perverted way. Not once and not ever did I imagine wanting to see her topless and/or naked. Having more respect for her than that, she was my mother and not some whore that I picked up in a bar. Never having the thought of sexually abusing my mother, I was her devoted and loving son.
Finding the thought of having incestuous sex with my mother totally revolting, even though she was as beautiful as she was sexy and shapely, I never wanted to see my mother without her clothes. I never masturbated over imagining her naked and having sex with me. I never masturbated over my mother stroking my cock, sucking my cock, and fucking my cock.
Even though she was a real MILF, I never saw her in the sexual way that my friends saw her and in the way that they all saw their mothers. I never sexually lusted over their mothers in the way that they sexually lusted over my mother. I never imagined what it would be like to have sex with my mother or with their mothers. Moreover, I never masturbated over the disturbing thoughts of my mother and/or their mothers having sex with me.
"Eww. Gross," I thought while imagining being naked and in bed with my naked mother. "That's so sick. That's so disgusting."
I found the thought of us having sex immorally repulsive. I found it totally offensive to imagine my naked mother stroking me while sucking me before fucking me. Just as I couldn't imagine cumming in her mouth, I couldn't imagine cumming all over her face and/or in her pussy. As if she was the Virgin Mary put on Earth to help and guide me through my life, as if blessed by the Almighty God himself, my mother's mouth and pussy were sacrosanct. They were sacred places that were never to be sexually violated by her son.
I couldn't imagine a time when I'd want to see, feel, sexually touch, fondle, grope, and suck her big tits while fingering her erect nipples. Not a dream or sexual fantasy to me but a Hellish nightmare, I couldn't imagine rubbing her clit and licking her pussy while fingerfucking my mother's cunt. Unable to wrap my mind around it, I couldn't even imagine making out with her while French kissing my mother as she made forbidden love to me.
"Gross. That's so gross. You guys are crazy for wanting to have sex with your mothers. What's wrong with all of you?" I looked at my friends as if they were insane. They looked back at me laughing as if I was the one who was sexually deranged and they were the normal ones. "There's something mentally wrong with you all of you for wanting to have incestuous sex with your mothers. I'd never have sex with my mother," I said to my friends. "I'd never want to see my mother naked."
My friends laughed at me.
"You're the one who's crazy," said my friend Bob. "If I had a mother who looked like your mother, I'd definitely throw her a bang."
My friend, Jim, nodded his head in agreement.
"Your mother is the definition of a MILF. I can't believe you haven't already tapped her ass," said Jim.
Eddie nodded his agreement with Jim.
"If Mary was my mother, I'd encourage her to go see a CFNM, clothe female and nude male naked strip tease. Then, when she came home drunk and horny, I'd have her suck my cock. I'd have her blow me in the way that she, no doubt, blew the strippers. I'd not only love to cum in your mother's mouth but, I'd love to cum all over her face and across her naked tits," said Eddie.
Angered now, I looked at him with rage.
"How dare you say that about my mother? What's wrong with you? What's wrong with all of you? You are all such perverted assholes to even think of my mother having sex with me or with any of you. How dare you imagine my mother blowing you and you cumming in her mouth," I said. "That's my mother you're talking about and not some whore. Maybe your mothers would suck your cocks and allow you to cum in their mouths, but my mother is not like that. She's a lady."
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Truth be told, I was never sexually attracted to my mother. Something so sexually unappealing to me, I never understood why a son would want to have incestuous sex with his mother and why a mother would dare want to have forbidden sex with her son. With there so very many women in the world, why would a son sexually want his mother? With there so very many men in the world, why would a mother sexually want her son? It just didn't make sense.
"All mothers are women," said my friend, Vinnie. "I hate to ruin the image that you have of your mother but all women suck cocks. All women are cocksuckers. If she had enough to drink, even your mother would suck your cock, my cock, and all of our cocks," he said with a loud and dirty laugh. "She'd not only suck our cocks, but she'd fuck us, too."
Yet, at the time when we started our forbidden, sexual affair, inevitable for it to happen, my mother and I were lonely, weak, vulnerable, and looking for love. We were destined to sexually come together, especially after we had been drinking. When we not only physically needed one another but emotionally needed one another too, admittedly in hindsight now, sex with one another was our temporary band aid. Sex with one another was a temporary fix to help us to feel better and to enable us through bad times in our lives.Who else would understand what a son sexually needs than his mother? Who else would understand what a mother emotionally needs than her son? After numerous breakups and broken hearts, and after listening to my friends sexually talk about my mother and their mothers, it wasn't until after I moved back home that I had sexual designs on my mother.
With her deliberately or accidentally flashing me her panties in up-skirts and her naked pussy in up-nightgowns peeks, she made me sexually interested in her. With her flashing me peeks of her cleavage long line of sexy cleavage and her low-cut brassiere in down-blouses and/or her naked breasts in down-nightgowns, she made me horny. That was when I started masturbating over my mother. That was when I imagined her naked and having sex with me.
It was then that I viewed my mother more as a sexy and shapely woman who was ripe for the taking than I viewed her as my mother. Just as it wouldn't take much to sexually seduce me, it wouldn't take much to sexually seduce her either. With the both of us horny and sexually unsatisfied, with the both of us on the same page, let the sexy, sexual games begin.
It wasn't until she started flashing me up-skirt peeks of her panties and down-blouse views of her bra and cleavage that I started to sexually think about her. It wasn't until she started flashing me up-nightgown peeks of her naked pussy and down-nightgown views of her naked tits that I started sexually lusting over her while masturbating over her. Horny and with too much time on my hands, it wasn't until I moved in with her and lived with my mother after losing my job that my sexual attraction for her blossomed out of control.
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Dedicated to my mother and doting on her, she was the only woman who I loved, really loved. She was the only woman who loved me, really loved me. Where other women didn't get me, my mother understood me. Just as I knew what she was all about, her good qualities and her bad qualities, she knew what I was all about, too. Unselfishly and dedicated to my happiness as I was dedicated to her happiness, too, my mother always put my best interests first as I did with her. We couldn't do enough for one another.
Now, that I was finally alone with her with my father was gone and out of the picture, he was no longer there to judge me and interfere with our budding, sexual relationship. I could tell her how she truly felt about mer. I could show her my love and my physical, emotional, and sexual attraction to her. Whenever in the sexual mood, I could walk around the house naked and flash her my naked prick.
"I love you, Mom," I said kissing her on the lips in the morning and again at night.
Divorced from my father for years, always solvent before but now with the bad economy, she was struggling to keep the house. Pooling our resources, I volunteered to move back home. Returning home sounded like a good idea and the only thing that we could do keep the house.
Yet, something unexpectedly weird happened. As if seeing her for the first time, it wasn't until I moved back home that I became sexually interested in my forty-nine-year-old mother. Unlike my friends who sexually lusted over their mothers since they were teenagers, with me 28-years-old, we were consenting adults who were open, honest, and agreeable to having an incestuous mother and son, sexual relationship. Instead of just being lustfully attracted to my mother, I was in love with her and she was in love with me. It just happened.
As shocking as it was sexually exciting, with her working from home, something she never did before when my father was around, unless she was going out, she seldom got dressed. Instead of getting dressed in the morning, she lounged around the house in her sheer, short, sexy, and revealing nightgowns. Even though she wore a robe over them, she never tied the robe. Her bathrobe freely flowed wide open behind her. When she walked, her loose robe flew open as if she was a queen dressed in a fancy ballgown.
Not only could I see the shape and size of her naked breasts but also, I could see the impressions of her erect nipples. I could clearly see her naked pussy. Her nightgowns were so sheer and sexy that I could clearly see her as if she was naked.
Perhaps, because I was horny, masturbating three to four times day, every day, usually over my mother, was the reason why I was sexually attracted to her. Especially with her wicked pretty, sexy, and shapely, I was always horny back then. With her occasionally flashing me and showing me what I hoped to see of her underwear clad and/or naked body while making her flashes appear accidental and not deliberate, maybe, she was horny, too.
Looking differently at her as if she was a woman instead of my mother, it was then that I sexually noticed my her and sexually wanted her. Fortunately, she sexually wanted me, too. I no longer viewed myself as he son but as her potential lover.
Whether up-skirts or down-blouses, it was then that I started masturbating over all that I was seeing of her and imagining seeing of her. Whether seeing her naked pussy in up-nightgown peeks or seeing her naked tits in down-nightgown views, it was then that I started masturbating over imagining her naked and her having sex with me. It was then that I sexually wanted my mother in the forbidden, sexual way that I never incestuously wanted her before. With one thing leading to another our sexual attraction grew and then, as if exploding overnight, it just happened.
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With her short, red hair and her big, beautiful, blue eyes, she was so pretty. Looking a bit like an older Emma Stone, no comparison, she was prettier than all of my friends' mothers. Where their mothers were short and fat, my mother was tall and shapely thin. She had quite the sexy and shapely body. Indeed, encompassing the abbreviated term MILF, my mother was a mother who I'd love to fuck. Maybe after plying her with wine, I just hoped that I'd get the chance to make out with her while having sex with her.
Something that I looked forward to every morning was something that appealed to my sexual appetite more than to my appetite for food. Whenever she served me breakfast or poured me coffee, clearly sexually teasing me, she leaned longer and lower than she needed. Every time she did, her low-cut nightgown top fell wide open. Whether unintentional or deliberate, she gave me a nice down-nightgown view of her naked, C cup breasts, her symmetrical areolas, and her big, erect nipples. Suffice to write, my mother has great tits.
'I love my mother's tits,' I thought while staring down her open, nightgown top.
With her inheriting the superior genes from her late mother, my grandmother, my mother is still young enough that her boobs don't sag at all. A total 360 about how I felt about mother and son sex, not only would I have sex with my mother but also if given the chance, I'd have sex with her friend and my friends' mothers, too. My mother is hot for an old broad and the fact that she may want to suck my prick, made her even hotter.
Something that I wished I could see, finger, and suck, my mother has big nipples. Whenever she was cold or sexually aroused, I could clearly see the impressions that her big nipples made through her thin nightgown. As if hypnotized by her big tits and mesmerized by her big nipples, I couldn't stop staring at her big knockers through her nightgown. I'd love to suck my mother tits while fingering her pussy as she stroked my cock.
I loved my mother's big tits. Whenever she wore a tube top or a blouse without a bra in the backyard, I started exposing exposed her naked breasts to my drunken and perverted friends. Thinking it was funny, I'd pull down her tube top and expose her naked breasts to my horny and appreciative friends. I'd show them my mother's big, naked tits.
Even though it was embarrassing for my mother, I'd come up behind her, put my hands under her arms, while lifting her top to her shoulders. Leaving her top up and her naked breasts totally exposed, I held her arms in place while turning her to face my friends. She struggled to break free, but with me too strong for her, she couldn't lower her arms or her top to preserve her modesty. I even pressured her to play strip poker with my friends and/or to serve them topless while serving them beer and food at their weekly poker games but she never did.
Actually, the first time I saw my mother's naked breasts was when I was 18-years-old when getting out of the shower with the bathroom door open, she flashed me her big, naked boobs. Now with her naked tits embedded in my memory, I can't count how many times I masturbated over seeing my mother's naked breasts and her erect nipples. Now, in the way that she flashed me her naked tits, I love returning the sexual favor by flashing her my naked prick.
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Looking back and thinking how it all first began, our incestuous, sexual affair started when she divorced my father. With my father gone, I was free to expose my naked prick to my mother. I constantly walked around her in my boxer shorts and sometimes deliberately allowed her to catch me naked. Just as she was sexually free to flash me, sexually tease me, and sexually seduce me, I was free to sexually tease her and seduce her.
It all started when she heard me masturbating over imagining her naked and having sex with me while I was in my room. No surprise there, I was always masturbating over her while in my room. Only, this time, suspecting that she was outside of my bedroom door listening, I wanted her to know that I was stroking my prick over the sexual thoughts of her.
Making my sexual move, I wanted her to know that I was masturbating over her. Hoping that she would, I wanted her to open my bedroom door and catch me masturbating. I wanted her to see my naked cock as much as I wanted to see her naked tits. I wanted her to watch me cum over the thoughts of me imagining her naked and having incestuous sex with her naked body.
That was when for her benefit that I added sexual dialogue to my masturbation sessions. I wanted her to know what I was thinking when I was stroking my prick harder and faster. I wanted her to know that I was masturbating over her. I wanted her to know that I sexually wanted her enough to masturbate over the thoughts of imagining her naked and her having sex with her.
"Oh, Mom. I want you. I love you. I need to see you naked. I need to touch and feel your beautiful, naked body everywhere," I said loud enough for her to hear through my bedroom door. "I need to have sex with you. I need to masturbate you. I need to lick your pussy while fingering your cunt," I said while stroking myself faster and harder. "Show me your tits, Mom. I want to see your naked tits."
I continued stroking myself faster and harder while continuing my masturbation dialog for her benefit.
"Wrap your soft, warm fingers around my dick. Stroke my cock, Mom. Suck my prick. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth while fondling your naked breasts and fingering your big, erect nipples. Blow me, Mom. Blow me," I said as she was there inside of my bedroom while having consensual sex with me.Mother and son not only have forbidden, incestuous sex but also, something as unusual as it was beautiful, they fell in love. They didn't love one another in the way that a mother loves her son and in the way that a son loves his mother. They fell in love in the way that a man falls in love with a woman and a woman falls in love with a man. As if they weren't mother and son, as if they weren't related, Mary and her son, Seth, fell in romantic love.
Something they never wanted to happen or thought would happen, Seth fell in love with his mother and Mary fell in love with her son. Something they never expected to happen, it was something that they hadn't planned on happening. Yet, something so bizarre, so forbidden, and beautiful, it just happened. What started out with just a sexual attraction and eventually sex, ended with love. What started out with just incestuous lust, ended in romance and a commitment of never-ending love.
"I love you, Mom," said Seth leaning into her while sitting on the couch with her and drinking wine.
When his mother put her wine glass down, he put his wine glass down, too. Suddenly, everything grew quiet. He no longer heard the Christmas music in the background. Something so magical as if this was meant to be, Seth was about to kiss his mother, Mary.
He stared into her big, blue eyes while she stared back in his eyes. Then, taking a leap of faith, he was about to do something that he could never undo or take back. He was about to romantically kiss his mother. He moved closer.
Something a son would never do with his mother and a mother would never allow her son to do with her, he leaned into her, closed his eyes, parted her lips with his tongue, and French kissed his mother. He couldn't believe he French kissed her. He couldn't believe that she allowed him to French kiss her. If that wasn't enough, instead of pushing him away and rebuking him, he couldn't believe that she returned his French kiss with her deep, wet kiss.
Not stopping at just one kiss, as if they were boyfriend and girlfriend, they were making out. Not stopping with just French kissing her, while kissing her, he reached around her to feel her naked ass through her thin, sheer nightgown. Having always sexually lusted over her shapely ass, especially when she wore her yoga pants without wearing panties, he always wanted to feel his mother's shapely ass.
As if she was kissing her husband or her lover, she not only allowed him to continue French kissing her but also, she allowed him to continue feeling and squeeze her ass through her nightgown. Mary swooned in her son's strong arms. She returned her son's French kiss with her deep, wet kiss.
While still making out with his mother, he reached his hand to the front of her to feel her big, nightgown clad breast. With her not stopping him, he squeezed her big tit and fondled her breast before reaching over to feel the other one. He couldn't believe that he was feeling his mother's tits. He couldn't believe that she was allowing him to feel her tits.
As soon as her nipples made their appearance, he fingered them, too. While still making out with his mother, he pulled, turned, and twisted her nipples through her nightgown. Not that only one having sexy fun, his mother fingered the head of his already stiff prick.
"I love you, Seth," said Mary while sliding a slow and experienced hand down the front of his pajamas to feel his growing erection through his pajama bottoms.
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Reread, Reviewed, Revised, Rewritten, and Continued from Chapter 01:
Looking back and thinking how the sexual relationship turned love affair with my mother first began, our incestuous, sexual, love affair started after my mother divorced my father. Clearing the path for me to move in and sexually ingratiate myself with my mother, that was the one thing that started the ball rolling. With her horny and sexually frustrated, her loneliness gave me a once in a lifetime opportunity to attempt to sexually seduce her.
'Do I dare try and sexually seduce my mother? Does she sexually want me as much as I sexually want her? How do I go about bedding my mother? Should I take her in my arms and kiss her while touching her and feeling her? Should I climb in bed with her? Should I get her drunk,' he thought?
She never would have had sexually taken up with me had my father still be around. Unless he was deliberately flashing her to his friends, he was the jealous type, an understatement. He would never tolerate us flirting, whispering, laughing, flashing, sexually teasing one another, and having sex. Yet, with him gone, and us free to do whatever we sexually wanted to do, my mother was ripe for the taking.
With my father gone, with me now the man of the house, and sexually attracted to my mother, while making my cock flashes appear accidental instead of deliberate, I was free to expose my naked prick to her. Every time that I merely thought about flashing my mother my flaccid prick, I was so horny. Every time I flashed her my flaccid prick, I masturbated myself before my flash and after my flash. With her never looking away, she seemed to want to see my naked, flaccid prick.
Always horny, every morning and every evening, I masturbated over my mother seeing my exposed cock. I masturbated over imagining flashing myself to my mother again. I masturbated over what she was wearing or not wearing. I masturbated over all that I was seeing or imagining seeing of her beautiful, naked body. I masturbated over imagining my mother naked and having sex with me.
Taking my sexual imagination to the limit, I imagined my MILF of a mother stroking me, sucking me, and fucking me. I imagined her allowing me to finger her pussy, lick her pussy, and fuck her pussy. I imagined masturbating my mother. I imagined licking her cunt and eating her pussy.
I imagined making slow, sweet love to her. If she'd willingly to have consensual sex with me, I was more than willing to have consensual sex with her. How hot would that be to finally have sex with my mother?
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Sexually teasing her, while hoping to temp her and sexually arouse her, I constantly walked around the house in my boxer shorts. With my pee hole opened wide, my flaccid cock and pubic hair were clearly visible. By deliberately throbbing and pulsating my flaccid cock into a full erection, my stiff prick continually made surprise appearances. Never would I have flashed my mother my naked prick if my father was still around.
Yet, beyond being curious to know how she'd react to seeing my swinging, naked prick, there was only one way to know. I needed to deliberately flash her while making my flash appear accidental. I wanted to show my mother my naked cock. I wanted her to see my naked, erect prick. With her leaning forward at the breakfast table, when I leaned to serve her coffee, I stared down her opened nightgown top at her naked breasts.
My mother had nice C cup breasts. So firm, so full, and so shapely, they barely sagged at all. She had big nipples, too. Seemingly, as if she was always cold or always sexually excited, her nipples were always erect. As much as I loved seeing my mother's naked tits, I loved seeing her erect nipples, too. While imagining touching and feeling her naked tits, I imagined sucking her nipples, too.
Not taking much encouragement on my part, my prick constantly and continually fell out of my boxer short pee hole. Directly in line with her sight of vision, watching for her reaction, I knew she had seen my prick. With her not looking away, I watched her look over at my flaccid prick but not snapping her head back, she stared at my penis. I couldn't believe my mother was staring at my naked cock in the way that I was staring at her naked tits.
Even though I dared myself to reach my horny hand inside my mother's opened, nightgown top, I was unable to muster the courage to do so. Instead, I hoped she reached out her hand and wrap her fingers around my naked prick. I wished that she'd stroke me before taking me in her mouth to suck me. I'd love nothing more than for my mother to give me a breakfast blowjob for Christmas.
Yet, even without having to deliberately flash her my naked prick, every time I merely thought of flashing her my cock, I masturbated while wondering what her reaction would be to seeing my flaccid or erect, naked prick. Would she look, would she stare, or would she look away? Would she want to see my naked prick as much as I wanted to show her my naked prick and as much as I wanted her to see my naked prick or would she be turned off and disgusted that I flashed her?
Difficult to know, with me a horny, young man and my mother, a mature, older woman, would she want to see my naked prick as much as I wanted show her my naked prick? Would she want to see my naked prick and as much as I wanted to see her naked ass, her naked tits, and her naked pussy? I read about women being horny at her age. Men sexually peek early, in their twenties but, fortunately for me, women don't peek until their late forties to early fifties.
Sometimes, when horny enough, taking my flashing to an extreme, I deliberately allowed my mother to catch me naked. I've deliberately allowed her to catch me masturbating. With no one there to stop us and to judge us, just as she was free to sexually flash me, sexually tease me, and sexually seduce me, I was free to sexually flash her, sexually tease her, and sexually seduce her. Unable to control myself from showing her my naked prick, yet, never had I been as sexually excited exposing myself to my MILF of a mother as I was now.
With her no longer having a husband or a lover, my mother was limited to having sex with herself. Whenever she was horny, which seemingly was all the time, she masturbated. If I listened closely at her bedroom door, I could faintly hear the buzzing sound of her vibrator in the distance. Tempted to burst open her bedroom door and catch her with her nightgown hoisted to her waist and her legs spread wide open, I wondered if she needed my help. I'd love to offer her my finger, my tongue, and/or my cock.
'Would you like me to masturbate you, mother,' I thought? 'Would you like me to eat you? I'd love to finger your clit while fingerfucking your pussy. I'd love to lick your naked cunt.'
My father was no longer there to stop my mother from flashing me or to stop me from flashing her. He was no longer around to make her feel guilty and to judge her whenever she did or whenever I did. With her clearly, sexually attracted to me, she was free to flash me whatever and whenever she wanted me to see of her nightgown clad body, her underwear clad body, her topless body, or her naked body.
With me constantly and continually flashing my mother my flaccid, naked prick, while making my flashing appear accidental, never have I flashed my mother my naked prick so very many times. My sexual fantasy come true, never have I seen as much of my mother's bra and panties, her nightgown clad body, and her naked ass, tits, and pussy as I was seeing now. I only wished that I could fuck my mother. I'd love to watch her and hear her cum.
'Show me your tits, Mom,' I thought while masturbating myself after seeing her long line of sexy cleavage and the shape and size of her big breasts and the impressions of her big nipples through her sheer and sexy nightgown.
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Returning my flashing favor, my mother continued flashing me up-nightgown peeks of her naked pussy and down-nightgown views of her naked tits. Playing her sexual teasing, flashing game, she constantly and continually flashed me while making her flashes appear accidental instead of deliberate. She exposed her naked breasts and her naked pussy to me while wearing her short, low-cut, and sheer nightgowns without having the modesty to wear a robe over them.
Something she never would have done had my father still be around, she flashed me every day. After my mother walked around me flashing herself while wearing her sexy nightgowns, I was ready to return the flashing favor by flashing my naked prick to her. Only, I didn't know if she'd welcome my sexual advances as much as I'd welcome her sexual advances.
Innocent enough but diabolical in my intent, I had an ulterior motive in wanting my mother to hear me masturbating. I wanted her to know that I was masturbating and cumming over her. It all started when my mother heard me masturbating over imagining her naked and having sex with me while I was alone in my room. No surprise there, my favorite, sexual activity, I was always masturbating over her while alone in my room.
Only, this time, I had an ulterior motive. While hoping that she'd burst in my bedroom without knocking and catch me masturbating, I made my masturbation session louder and more vocal. Suspecting that my mother was right outside of my bedroom door listening, not wanting to disappoint her, I wanted her to hear me masturbating. I wanted her to know that I was stroking my prick over the forbidden thoughts of seeing her naked and having sex with her.
I loved my mother's sexy, sheer lingerie. Hoping that she would, while holding a pair of her used, sexy panties, fondling them, and sniffing them, I wanted her to open my bedroom door and catch me masturbating over her. I wanted her to catch me holding her panties while sniffing, touching, and feeling them. I wanted her to know that I was sexually attracted to her.
I wanted her to catch me stroking myself. I wanted her to see my naked cock as much as I wanted to show her my naked prick and, hopefully, see her big, naked tits. I wanted her to watch me cum over the thoughts of me imagining her naked and having incestuous sex with her naked body. What a better Christmas gift than that? I loved my mother and wanted to have sex with her with her beautiful, naked body.
While making sure that she knew that I was masturbating over her and making sure that she heard all that I was thinking, that was when for her benefit that I added sexual dialogue to my masturbation sessions. I wanted her to know what I was thinking when I was stroking my prick harder and faster for her benefit. I wanted her to know that I was masturbating over her. I wanted her to know that I sexually wanted her enough to masturbate over the thoughts of imagining her naked and having sex with her.
"Oh, Mom. I want you. I love you. I need to see you naked. I need to touch and feel your beautiful, naked body everywhere," I said loud enough for her to hear me through my bedroom door. I need to feel your naked tits, finger your naked pussy, and squeeze your naked ass."
Rattling the windows, vibrating the doors, and literally shaking the whole house, I masturbated myself harder and faster. I wanted her to know that I was playing with myself. I wanted her to know that I'd fuck her just as hard and just as fast as I stroked my prick. I wanted her to know that I'd make her cum as much as I would make myself cum.
"Mom, I need to have sex with you. I need to masturbate you. I need to eat you, Mother. I need to lick your pussy while fingering your cunt," I said for her benefit while stroking myself faster and harder. "Show me your tits, Mom. I want to see your naked tits. I want to suck your big, erect nipples."
Taking a chance while hoping not to offend her but, instead, to sexually arouse her, I continued stroking myself faster and harder while continuing my masturbation dialog. Taking a chance that we were on the same page, I wondered if she'd welcome my sexual advances or would think me a pervert for masturbating over her, and kick me out of her house? Yet, a chance that I was willing to take, the only way that I'd know if my mother sexually wanted me as much as I sexually wanted her was to make sure that she knew how I sexually felt about her.
"Wrap your soft, warm fingers around my hard, erect dick," I said while knowing that she was still just outside of my bedroom door listening. Stroke my cock, Mom. Masturbate me, mother. Take me in your warm mouth. Suck my prick. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth while fondling your naked breasts and fingering your erect nipples," I said loud enough for her to hear.
I imagined my mother stroking my cock while sucking my prick. I imagined cumming in my mother's mouth and her swallowing my cum. I imagined her allowing me to cum all over her beautiful face and across her big, naked breasts.
"Blow me, Mom. Blow me," I said as if she was there inside of my bedroom while having consensual sex with me instead of her standing in the hall. "I need to see you naked. I need to see you with my cock buried in your beautiful mouth while stroking me faster and sucking me deeper. I need to give you a cum bath."
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Chapter 02:
This was it. This was the day that I was going to call my mother's bluff for sexually teasing me. This was the day that I was going to show her my hard, erect prick. Instead of looking away in disgust, I hoped that she'd stare at my prick with sexual arousal. Instead of asking me to leave the house, I hoped that she'd invite me to sleep with her in her bed.
Making myself horny while thinking about my mother naked and having forbidden sex with her, I stroked my flaccid prick to a hard erection. Then, when my cock was hard enough and big enough, I called out to her on the pretense that I needed her to get me a towel. Taking the chance that she'd look, stare, and not look away, I was ready to flash my mother my naked prick again. My plan was, when I heard her coming up the stairs, I'd surprise her and opened the bathroom door naked, totally naked, and flash my mother my erect cock.
"Mom? I forgot to get a towel," I said calling down to her. "Would you mind bringing me one, please," I asked?
This was it. This was really it. I was finally going to flash my mother my naked, erect prick. I was finally going to show her what she, hopefully, wanted to see while hoping that she'd show me all that I wanted to see.
Having never blatantly flashed my mother before, I was as nervous as I was sexually excited to flash my mother my naked cock. Curious what her reaction would be to seeing my erection, would she look in shame and embarrassment, would she stare in sexual arousal, or would she look away in disgust? I just hoped that she wouldn't be mad at me. Instead, I hoped that she'd reach out her hand and masturbate me.
I hoped that she didn't think that I was a pervert. Not wanting to scare her, I wanted her to feel safe around me with her not thinking that I was going to rape her. There was only one way to know how she'd react and that was to show my mother my naked prick.
It may seem a bit suspicious that I asked her for a towel when she's downstairs and the towels were upstairs in the linen closet and only a dozen feet away from the bathroom. Yet, used to being spoiled by her, she wouldn't think anything of it. She was accustomed to catering to me and giving me whatever what I wanted and whenever I wanted it. Hopefully, she'd give me sex, too.
"Okay," answered my mother from the living room. "I'll be right there."
Still maintaining my erection by continuing to stroke myself faster and harder, I stood there with the bathroom door wide open while waiting for my mother to near the stairs. As soon as I heard her round the corner downstairs and start up the stairs, I closed the bathroom door. Getting ready to surprise her by flashing her, with my heart pounding, my pulse racing, and my cock throbbing, I was ready to flash my mother. I listened for my mother's footsteps climbing the stairs before rounding the corner upstairs.
I was so nervous. I was so sexually excited. Now, with her just across the hall from me and across from the bathroom, when I heard her open the linen closet, as soon as she did, I opened the bathroom door and stood in the doorway with my hands by my sides. I was naked, totally naked. Surprising her, I flashed my mother my naked prick. I couldn't believe that I had the audacity to flash my mother my naked prick.Yet, seemingly unembarrassed and unashamed, instead of looking away, as if she had been flashed before, she coolly stared down at my erect, naked prick before staring up at me. My mother stared at my naked, erect prick. I can't believe she stared at my cock.
Then, when she looked up at me, she let out a nervous, little laugh and gave me a sexy look and a naughty smile. Obviously, she knew that I had deliberately flashed her. She knew that I wanted her to see my erect dick. Clearly, she knew that I wanted to have sex with her. Hopefully, tits for cock, perhaps, after showing her my big, naked cock, she'd show me her big, naked tits.
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"Sorry Mom. I forgot my towel," I said. "Thank you, Mom," I said.
I accepted the towel from my mother while standing with my arms by my sides and while still totally naked and deliberately exposing my erect prick to her. I watched her eyes widen when she stared down at my stiff prick again. Not bothering to cover my nakedness with my hand or with the towel by wrapping the towel around myself, I stood there proudly, brazenly, and sexually excited while flashing my mother my erect prick. Never have I been as horny and as sexually excited as I was now when flashing my mother my naked dick.
I couldn't believe it. I had deliberately flashed my mother my naked prick. With my sexual excitement taking a hold of me, I couldn't believe I showed my mother my big dick. Surprising me as much as I surprised her, instead of looking away, my mother stared at my naked cock. Obviously, she liked what I was showing and what she was seeing.
Clearly, something I had never done before, with her not expecting me to open the bathroom door naked, she continued staring down at my naked, erect prick as if she had never seen a naked, erect prick before. My cock throbbed and pulsated with her stare and with the hopeful anticipation of my mother reaching out to take me in her soft hand before moving to her knees to take me in her warm mouth. With her breathing through her mouth instead of breathing through her nose, her mouth fell open with sexual arousal as she continued staring at my naked cock.
'Something I didn't expect, I got to my mother. My mother was just as sexually aroused as I was sexually excited,' I thought. 'Not removing her eyes from my engorge cock, clearly, she wanted to see my naked prick as much as I wanted her to see my naked prick.'
Clearly, not fooling her at all, as if she knew that I had deliberately flashed her, she looked up at me to give me a sexy grin. Yet, unable to remove her eyes from my erection, she continued staring at my big dick as if she wanted to stroke my prick, suck my prick, and fuck my prick. Except for the one time that she opened my bedroom door without knocking and saw me masturbating, and even though she had seen my flaccid prick plenty of times before, she had never seen me with an erection.
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With her hand only a mere two feet from me, I hoped that she'd reach out her hand, wrap long, manicured her fingers around my erect prick and stroke me. Something that assuredly would never happen, I sexually fantasized my mother moving to her knees and taking me in her hand to stroke me before taking me in her mouth to suck me. My longtime sexual fantasy, I'd love my mother to give me a blowjob. I'd love her to suck my cock. I'd love nothing more than to cum in my mother's mouth.
Seemingly as shocked as she was sexually aroused, not removing her eyes from my big dick, she continued staring at my naked prick. Yet, seemingly shocked that I was naked, she delayed her retreat before heading downstairs after she handed me the towel. As soon as she turned to head downstairs, having done what I had always wanted to do, she gave me one, long, last look, after flashing my mother my erect, naked prick.
Wishing I was bold enough and perversely perverted enough to masturbate myself in front of my mother, I wondered what she'd do if he did. Would she stare, would she look away, would she watch me cum, or would she take over for me and continue to masturbate me until I ejaculated cum all over her soft, warm hand. As soon as she headed downstairs and I closed the bathroom door and started masturbating myself again.
Never have I been as sexually excited as I was now. I flashed my mother my naked, erect prick. I couldn't believe that I showed her my naked cock. Not looking away, she stared at my dick.
Believing that I had a chance to have sex with her, never have I sexually wanted my mother as much as I wanted her now. Now that I had deliberately exposed myself to her, with her not only looking at my naked prick but also staring at my erect cock, I wondered what else my mother would consensually do after having a few glasses of wine. Now, that I made my sexual intentions known to her, the ball was in her court. I wondered what she'd do.
Maybe, my mother would stroke me. Maybe, my mother would suck me. Maybe, she'd fuck me. I'd love to have incestuous sex with my MILF of a mother.
I wondered if she'd allow me to strip her naked while touching and feeling her everywhere. I wondered if she'd allow me to make out with her and French kiss her. I wondered if she'd allow me to finger her pussy while licking her cunt. I wondered if she'd allow me to masturbate her. I'd love to see, hear, and watch her having a sexual orgasm.
I wondered if she'd make out with me while fondling my naked prick. I wondered if she'd stroke me. I wondered if she'd suck me and allow me to cum in her mouth. I wondered if she'd fuck me and allow me to cum in her pussy.
My mother's cunt. Just the thought of not only cumming in her mouth but also cumming in her cunt excited me in a sexual way that I've never been sexually excited before. I'd love to cum not only in my mother's mouth but also in my mother's cunt, too. I'd love nothing more than to make my mother my sexy bitch.
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'My mother saw me naked,' I thought while continuing to masturbate myself. 'She not only saw my naked cock but also, she stared at my naked prick,' I thought. 'I can't believe I flashed my mother my naked prick. I can't believe she stared at my erect dick,' I thought while continuing to masturbate myself. 'I should have hugged her and pressed my naked cock against her nightgown clad body while humping her and while reaching around behind her to feel her nightgown clad ass. Maybe, if I had, she would have reached down to stroke me.'
That night, ready to sexually seduce my mother, I bought her a bottle of her favorite wine. Perhaps, if I got her relaxed enough, she'd allow me to kiss her, French kiss her. Then, while making out with her and while touching and feeling her everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother, I imagined slowly undressing her. I imagined stripping her naked. I imagined feeling her naked breasts, pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples, and rubbing her clit while fingerfucking her pussy.
If she was willing to have consensual sex with me, I thought of all of the other sexy and sexual things that I'd love to do with my mother. If my mother became not only my lover but also my whore, the sexual things that we could do together is unlimited. I couldn't wait to explode how far she'd sexually be willing to go with me.
On the way to the mall, with her sitting proudly in the passenger seat and waving to them to get their attention, I'd love to drive with my mother while she was topless. I'd love her to flash her naked breasts to truckers. Then, with her skirt raised to her waist, with knees parted wide open, and with her not wearing panties, I'd love to expose her shaved, naked pussy to the toll booth attendants.
How hot would that be to flash my nearly naked mother to strangers on the highway and to men they'd never see again? In the way that my drunken father flashed my mother to his friends, like father like son, I imagined all the pillow talk we'd have while planning our next flash. Now, I couldn't wait to flash her topless and/or naked body to my friends.
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Not stopping there, I'd love to find a store that still had curtains on their dressing rooms. With her deliberately not closing the curtains all the way, I'd love to watch my mother giving men waiting outside of the dressing room for their wives or girlfriends a strip tease show of her panty and bra, her naked tits, and/or naked body. How hot would that be to expose her naked ass, her naked pussy, and her naked tits to other unsuspecting men while he watched their sexually excited reactions?
I'd love to watch my mother slowly and sexily undress while being fully aware that men were watching her strip naked. How hot would that be to watch my mother remove her blouse and her skirt in front of an audience of men? How hot would it be to watch her parading back and forth in her panties and bra?
I'd love to watch her go up the escalator in front of a couple of men while wearing short skirt. Then, bending at the waist as if fixing her shoe, I'd love to watch her expose her panties to the men behind her. How hot would that be to watch my mother expose her panty clad ass and the back of her panty clad pussy to the men standing behind her while peering up to see what they can see?
I stroked myself harder and faster while imagining exposing her underwear clad body to the men waiting outside of her dressing room. How hot would that be to watch her remove her bra and expose her naked breasts to them? How hot would that be to watch her slowly slide down her panties to expose her red, naked pussy, and her shapely naked ass to them, too? How hot would that be to watch her exposing her panties while standing on an escalator and leaning at the waist.
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Something that I always wanted to do with one of my many girlfriends over the years but they never wanted to go, I wondered if my mother would go with me to a nude beach. I'd love to walk naked with her while she exposed her naked body to dozens of horny men ogling her. How sexually exciting would that be to show my naked mother to a beach full of men? How hot would that be to have sex on the beach with my mother while others watched?
Hiding herself behind a sand dune, I'd love to watch her masturbate herself for the sexual benefit of other men while they watched and masturbated themselves. I'd love to watch men cum all over her face, in her mouth, and across her naked breasts. I wondered if she'd have sex with other men while I watched my mother stroking, sucking, and fucking them. Then, returning the sexual, swinging favor, I wondered if she'd allow me to have sex with other women while she watched.
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Taking her swinging, sexual antics to the next extreme, I wondered if my mother would have sex with another woman while I watched? I'd love to watch two women going at one another. I'd love to watch them making out while touching and feeling one another. Just as I'd love to watch my mother eat another woman's pussy, I'd love to watch another woman finger her while licking her. I'd love to watch women giving one another sexual orgasms.
If she'd have sex with a woman while I watched and if I had sex with a woman while she watched, I wondered if my mother would try the swinging lifestyle. I'd love to have a threesome with my mother. I'd love to see her with another man or with another woman. I'd love to watch her have a threesome. How hot would that be to watch my mother having group sex with two or three other couples?
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If she willingly and consensually flashed her naked tits on the highway, her naked pussy to toll booth workers, and her naked body to those men waiting outside of a dressing room, I wondered what else she'd willing do. If she accompanied me to a nude beach, with her knees parted wide enough for them to see what she was showing, would she flash a man sitting across from her on the subway or bus her panties or naked pussy? I'd love to watch a man staring at my mother's bright, white, bikini panties, or at her naked pussy.
Something seemingly so innocent while making her flashes appear accidental instead of deliberate, I wondered if she'd lean across the jewelry counter and flash the salesman her bra clad breasts and her long line of sexy cleavage? Then, with her not wearing a bra and wearing a low-cut blouse that opened wide whenever she leaned forward, I wondered if she'd show the salesman her naked breasts. Not knowing if she was an exhibitionist or not, I wondered how far my mother would be willing to deliberately expose herself to other, unsuspecting men.
I wondered if she'd flash a shoe store salesman her panties or naked pussy when trying on shoes? Something that must happen to shoe salesman all the time, women must always be flashing them their panties or their naked pussies. Giving her space to flash herself in privacy, I'd love to watch my mother flashing herself from the outside of the store window.
I wondered if she'd lay out in the backyard topless and/or naked while knowing that the neighbors could see? I'd love to watch her from my bedroom window while the neighbors ogled her naked breasts and/or her naked body. I'd love to watch my neighbors masturbating themselves over my topless or naked mother.
When in a store that didn't have dressing rooms, I'd love for my mother to try on a sweater too small and too tight. Then, with the sweater pulled over her face while struggling to remove it, while jumping around and calling attention to herself, I'd love to watch her deliberately lift her bra with the sweater to expose her naked breasts to unsuspecting men. Making her topless flash appear accidental, instead of intentional, I'd love to watch men ogling my mother's naked tits.
While pretending that she was drunk, I wondered if she'd allow my friends to touch her and feel her through her clothes before stripping her naked? I wondered if she'd stroke my friends while they felt her naked breasts and sucked her big tits. I wondered if she'd suck my friends and allow them to cum in her mouth and all over her face. Clearly, I'm no better than my Dad in that regard.
Something that, no doubt, my father would have loved to do with my mother, I'd love for her to see her serve my friends beers while topless at my next poker party? How hot would that be to watch my mother expose her naked breasts to my friends? I wondered what they'd do and/or say seeing my mother's big, naked tits. I wondered if they'd reach out and touch and feel her naked tits while fingering her nipples. I wondered if she'd allow them to touch and feel her. I wondered if they'd suck her nipples.
With my mother flashing my friends her naked breasts, I wondered if they'd flash her their naked pricks. Would she stroke their cocks, suck their cocks, and/or fuck them in front of me while I watched? Giving me plenty of pillow talk later, I'd love to watch my mother having sex with my friends. I'd love to watch my friends cum in my mother's mouth and, giving her a cum bath, all over her face.
While I sat on the bed watching her, I wondered if I could convince her to undress, and strip herself naked while standing in front of the window with the shades not pulled and the bedroom light on. I wondered if she'd strip herself naked while knowing that there was a man out there walking his dog and watching her? I wondered if she'd masturbate herself in front of the man.
I wondered if she'd open the front door topless or naked for the pizza delivery man? If he was good-looking enough would she allow him to touch and feel her naked body? Would she move to her knees and suck his cock and allow him to cum in her mouth?
I wondered if she'd ever agree to have swinging sex with another couple? I'd love to watch my mother having a threesome. I'd love for my mother watch me having a threesome.
I wondered if she'd agree to go to an XXX-rated movie theatre and have other men touch her, feel her, and undress her while watching a movie. Pretending that I wasn't with her, I'd love to watch my mother being sexually assaulted from a distance while two or three men had their wicked, sexual way with her naked breasts. As long as they didn't hurt her and were cute looking and not gross looking, I'd love to watch her stroke them and/or suck them.
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After we finished our wine, she allowed me to kiss her, really kiss her. She allowed me to French kiss her while touching and feeling her everywhere. She allowed me to remove her nightgown. She allowed me to feel her naked breasts and finger her wet pussy. Then, with the hour late and her tired, she excused herself for bed.
'Sexually frustrated, what do I do now?'
Not allowing this sexual opportunity to slip by me, I stripped myself naked. With my erection as big as my boldness, I walked to her bedroom naked. As soon as I opened her bedroom door, I saw her in the dimness of the nightlight. She was masturbating herself. I wondered if she was masturbating over me in the way that I had masturbated over her.
As soon as I neared her side of the bed, she reached out and took me in her hand. Then, she rolled to face me and took me in her mouth. My mother was blowing me. She was sucking my cock.
As soon as she removed me from her mouth, I climbed in bed with her. About to mount her, she surprised me when she mounted me. Obviously, she wanted me to make love to her as much as I wanted to fuck her.
She reached her hand down between her legs and inserted my stiff prick inside of her. She leaned down to French kiss me. Then, slowly and lovingly humping me, my mother made love to me.
I rolled her over and mounted her. I humped her as hard and as fast as she humped me. I was fucking my mother and my mother was fucking me.
From that night and every night thereafter, as if we were husband and wife or lovers instead of mother and son, we slept in her bed every night. We had sex every night. I masturbated her and she masturbated me. I ate her and she sucked me. I fucked her and she made love to me.
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Except, now that we were lovers, I wanted more. While hoping that she was an exhibitionist not just for me but for others, I was ready to tell her about all of the sexy things and sexual fantasies that I wanted to do with her.
"Mom? What else would you be sexually willing to do," I asked?
She looked at me while making a face.
"I won't have anal sex, if that's what you're asking," she said.
I laughed.
"No nothing like that. I don't do anal either," I said.
"Then, what did you have in mind," she asked?
"On the way to the mall, would you be willing to flash your naked breasts to truckers on the highway and your naked pussy to tollbooth collectors," I asked while looking at her with sexual excitement?
She gave me a sexy look while feeling her naked breasts and fingering her erect nipples.
"Then, once at the mall, we'd find a store that still had curtains on their dressing rooms. I'd love for you to give the men standing outside of a dressing room while waiting for the wives or girlfriends a strip tease show of her body by not closing the dressing room curtains all the way."
She gave me a naughty look that encouraged me to ask her more.
"Then, with you wearing a short skirt, I'd love to watch you climbing an escalator and bending at the waist on the pretense of fixing your shoe while flashing your panties or your naked pussy to the men standing behind you."
Becoming sexually excited with all that I wanted to do with my mother, I hoped she'd agree to do some of the things if not all of the things.
"I bet you'd like to see your mother flashing her naked pussy," she said with a dirty laugh.
I laughed too before continuing.
"While pretending that you're drunk, I'd like you to flash your topless and/or naked body to my friends," I said. "They're always saying what a MILF you are."
She laughed again.
"If I dare to flash your horny friends, I dare say that it wouldn't stop with that. They'd all want to have sex with me. They'd all want to gangbang me," she said.I imagined my friends gangbanging my mother. How hot would that be to see them giving her a bukkake and cumming all over her face.
"If you'd be willing to go with me, I've always wanted to go to a nude beach," I said looking over at my mother while waiting for her to agree or refuse.
Instead of answering me, she smiled. Going for broke, I asked her about participating in the swinging lifestyle. I'd love to watch my mother having sex with another couple.
"Would you ever try the swinging lifestyle? Just a thought but with us mother and son, lots of couples would find that erotically to have sex with a mother and her son. What do you think?"
Instead of answering me, she shrugged. While holding her response in reserve, maybe she was waiting for me to finish my list and ask her everything.
"Tell me. I'm curious to know. Would you ever have sex with another woman while I watched? And would you return the sexual favor and allow me to have sex with another woman while you watched?"
Again, she laughed.
"Tell me. If you knew that you were being watched and sexually lusted over, would you flash your panties or your naked pussy on the bus or on the subway? Would you lean across a jewelry counter while wearing a low-cut blouse and flashing your bra, cleavage, and/or naked tits? Would you flash your panties or your naked pussy to a shoe store salesman?"
She smiled.
"Something I'd love to see; would you sun yourself in the backyard in front of the neighbors while topless or naked? Would you try on a too small sweater and, while struggling to remove it, lift up your bra with her sweater to flash men watching you your naked tits?"
Again, she laughed.
"You have quite the sexual imagination," she said.
I laughed, too.
"A long time coming, I've been sexually lusting over you for years while imagining all the sexy things that I'd love to do with you. Tell me. Would you have sex with any of my friends. Would you serve my friends while topless or naked at my next poker party?"
She gave me a sexy look.
"Maybe," she said.
Emboldened by her response, I asked her another question.
"Would you undress in front of the bedroom window with the shade up and the light on while aware that someone was watching you from outside?"
"Just wondering," I said. "Would you ever open the front door for the pizza delivery man while in a towel that falls as soon as you reach for the pizza? If he was good-looking enough would you allow him to touch and feel her naked body? Would you move to her knees and suck his cock and allow him to cum in her mouth?"
Again, she laughed.
I wondered if she'd ever agree to have swinging sex with another couple? I'd love to watch my mother having a threesome. I'd love for my mother watch me having a threesome.
I wondered if she'd agree to go to an XXX-rated movie theatre and have other men touch her, feel her, and undress her while watching a movie. Pretending that I wasn't with her, I'd love to watch my mother being sexually assaulted from a distance while two or three men had their wicked, sexual way with her naked breasts. As long as they didn't hurt her and were cute and not gross looking, I'd love to watch her stroke them and/or suck them.
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Instead of answering my questions and playing my sexy game of truth or dare, she told me what she wanted while admonishing me.
"Isn't it enough that you're sleeping in my bed, Seth? Isn't it enough that I'm having sex with you," she asked while looking at me as if I was ungrateful?
Suddenly, I felt like the pervert that I am.
"I love having sex with you, Mom," I said.
She gave me a look as if she was about to scold me.
"I will stroke you, suck you, make love to you, and fuck you any time you want," she said. But I won't flash truckers on the highway, expose myself in a department store, or have sex with anyone else but you," she said giving me a kiss while cupping my naked testicles in her soft, warm hand. "And if you dare have sex with anyone but me, then, that's the end of our sexual relationship," she said more than gently squeezing my balls.
Not wanting our sexual, love affair to end, I back pedaled.
"It's okay, Mom. I'm happy the way that things are. I just got carried away," I said.
With me invited to sleep with my mother in her bed every night thereafter, we returned to being committed and sexually faithful to one another.
THE END
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