Chapitre 2302: MOTHER & SON HAVE ORAL SEX
Sexually attracted to his mother, son can't remove his mother from his head or from his bed.
In the way he was sitting so close to his mother, he could feel her body heat even through the thick, white, heavy terrycloth bathrobe. The surround sound that emanated from their big screen TV, and that was wired through the stereo and throughout the house, enveloped Michael in the way of a warm hug. With the actors' voices crystal clear, he didn't need headphones to hear every nuance of the dialogue. Then, when they played the music to set the mood for the scene and the stage for the action, he could feel the bass beating as if his heart was beating faster for his mother.
"Thump, thump, thump, thump. Thump, thump, thump, thump."
Feeling as if he was part of the movie, with the ambiance of the lights turned down low that created a cinematically, romantic mood, he felt as if he was one of the main characters in one of his mother's movies. With his mother having just taken her bath, he could smell the scent of her honey and lemon body wash. Overwhelmed with the need to take her in his arms and kiss her, Michael felt as if he was at a movie theatre with his girlfriend, Ginger, instead of at home with his mother, Emma.
With him having been sexually attracted to his mother since he turned 18-years-old, he couldn't help from imagining her without her plush bathrobe now. He couldn't help but imagine her naked. At the very least, he wished she was sitting on the couch next to him in just her nightgown. Forced to wear his terrycloth bathrobe too, he wished he was sitting on the couch next to her in just his pajama bottoms without underwear beneath.
Imagining his mother with her manicured fingers wrapped around his erect prick, he wished he was lying in bed with his mother naked instead of sitting on the couch with her fully dressed. He wished his mother was slowly, gently, and lovingly stroking him while they watched the movie from the TV in her bedroom instead of from the TV in the living room. He imagined feeling her big tits and fingering her erect nipples while she lowered her mouth down to stuff his stiff cock in her mouth to suck him. Yet, nothing more than just a sexual fantasy, sometimes his sexual fantasies felt so real.
As if watching a porn video, with his cock buried in his mother's mouth, he imagined his mother's head bobbing up and down while she stared up at him with her big, brown eyes. He imagined his mother making all of those slurping, cocksucking sounds that he loved to hear and imagined hearing whenever masturbating himself over the thoughts of his mother blowing him. He imagined moving his mother's brown hair out of the way so that he could see her pretty face with his hard, hairy cock in her beautiful mouth.
'Suck my cock, Mom. Blow me. I need to cum in your mouth,' he imagined saying to his mother in the way he always said to his girlfriend, Ginger.
As if it had really happened, he could feel his mother stroking him while sucking him. Then, with his cum splashing against the back of her throat, he could actually feel himself cumming in his mother's mouth. Then, surprising even himself, when she pulled out his still throbbing, stiff prick past her red, full lips to lovingly smile at him, a second, even bigger load of cum splashed across her face, in her hair, and across her naked breasts.
Imagining giving his mother a cum bath, he couldn't believe he had given his mother a cum bath. Watching it all in slow motion, his warm, oozy, load of cum dripped from her hair, her eyebrows, her nose, her lips, her chin, and her tits. He watched his mother wipe the cum from her face while laughing before taking his cock back in her mouth to suck him again.
'That was some cum bath, Michael,' he imagined his mother saying with a dirty laugh. 'You must have been saving up your cum all week while hoping that I'd blow you.'
As if she had really blown him, as if he had really ejaculated in her mouth, and as if he had really given her a cum bath, he looked at his mother with lustful love.
'I love you, Mom. I love you,' he imagined saying. 'You're the absolute best cocksucker in the world.'
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Enamored by her good looks, her fun sense of humor, and her pleasing personality, Michael loved his mother, Emma. He truly loved her. He loved the sound of her voice and her sexy laugh. With him in love with his mother in the way that a man loves a woman and a son should never love his mother, with nothing not to love about his mother, he loved everything about his mother.
He loved her lush, brown hair. He loved her pretty face and her sexy body. He loved the way she looked at him with motherly love. Only, he wished she'd look at him in the way that a woman lustfully and romantically looked at a man instead in the way that a mother looked lovingly and innocently at her son. He wished she looked at him with desire in the way he looked at her with lust.
Something he always does when sitting close together on the couch with his mother, he put his arm around her as if she was his date for the evening. As if he owned her and she was his, he loved holding her as if she was his girlfriend instead of his mother. He only wished she wasn't his mother but his girlfriend. He only wished he could kiss her and tell her how much he sexually wanted her while touching her and feeling her everywhere a son should never touch and feel his mother. He only wished she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.
If she wasn't his mother, he'd remove her damn bathrobe and have her sit beside him wearing her short, low cut, sheer, sexy nightgown. If she wasn't his mother, he'd kiss her while touching her big breasts, fingering her erect nipples, and feeling her firm ass through her nightgown. If she wasn't his mother, he'd part her lips with his tongue and French kiss her. If she wasn't his mother, while kissing and kissing her, he'd touch and feel her everywhere that he shouldn't touch and feel his mother.
If she wasn't his mother, while continuing to kiss her and kiss her, French kissing her, he'd put her hand on his cock through his pajama bottoms. If she wasn't his mother, he'd slowly strip her naked before quickly stripping himself naked too. If she wasn't his mother, he'd make sweet love to her before fucking her. If she wasn't his mother, he'd finger her pussy while licking her pussy before sticking his cock in her mouth for her to suck him.
'I love you, Mommy,' he thought in reaction to his cock throbbing and pulsating to an erection beneath his bathrobe.
When sitting so close to her on the couch while watching a romantic movie, in the way he watched the actors making love, he imagined making love to his mother. Only, in the way that none of the actors in any of his mother's movies had X-rated sex, instead of making love, he imagined fucking his mother. He imagined pounding his mother's pussy until she exploded with a screaming, loud, sexual orgasm of maternal pleasure. He imagined his mother being so grateful that he gave her such a beautiful orgasm, that she couldn't wait to blow him. Stroking him while sucking him, as if they were stars in their own porn movie, he imagined cumming in her beautiful, motherly mouth.
'I can't wait to suck your cock, Michael. Cum Michael. Cum. Cum for Mommy. Cum in my mouth. Mom needs to taste your cum,' he imagined his mother saying.
While staring up at him with his big, hard, hairy cock in her mouth, he imagined his mother removing his cock from her mouth to speak. Imagining staring down at her big, expressive, brown eyes, seeing his mother with his prick in her mouth made him so very sexually excited. Seeing his mother with his prick in her mouth made him so hard. Something so sexually inappropriate, forbidden, and illegal in many states and countries, he couldn't wait to cum in his mother's mouth. He couldn't wait to watch his mother swallow his cum.
'Oh, Mom. You're so beautiful. You're so sexy. I love you,' he imagined saying to his mother while stroking her hair before reaching her hand down to feel and fondle her big tits and while pulling, turning, and twisting her erect nipples. 'I can't wait to cum in your beautiful mouth, Mom.'
Imagining her stroking him faster and sucking him deeper, he couldn't believe his mother was stroking his stiff prick. He couldn't believe his mother was sucking cock. He couldn't believe his mother was allowing him to have his wicked, sexual way with her big tits and erect nipples. He imagined her briefly removing his cock from her mouth to speak.
'Cum Michael. Cum for me. I need to swallow my son's warm, oozy, load of cum,' he imagined his mother saying to him in the way that his girlfriend, Ginger, encourages him when she's sucking him. 'Cum, Michael. Cum.'
He imagined putting a gentle hand to the back of his mother's pretty head while humping up his hips. Humping her mouth and fucking her face, his sexual fantasies of his mother blowing him felt so real. His sexual fantasies of having sex with his mother made him want to have sex with his mother. Only, in the way he'd definitely have sexual intercourse with his mother, she'd never have sex with him. She'd never have sex with her son. In the way he'd fuck his mother, she'd never fuck him. In the way he'd lick his mother, she'd never suck him.
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With her so prim, so proper, and so morally modest, if only for masturbation fodder later, he couldn't wait to masturbate over all that he was thinking now about having sex with his mother later. He only wished she wasn't wearing her bulky bathrobe over her sexy, low cut, short, sheer nightgown. In the horny way he felt, he'd like to see something, anything of his mother that he shouldn't see and that he had never see. If she wasn't wearing that damn bathrobe, perhaps her reason why she was wrapped in thick terrycloth, he'd tried to cop a cheap feel of her breasts and/or her panty clad ass through her nightgown. If she wasn't wearing that damn bathrobe, perhaps he really would see something of her that he shouldn't see but would love to see.
Now more than just a little curious, he wondered which nightgown she was wearing beneath her bathrobe. Without her having the modesty of her robe, he only wished she was wearing one of her short, sheer, sexy, low cut nightgowns, one that he never gets to see. Having gone through her lingerie drawers many times to touch, feel, and sniff her panties and fondle her bras while imagining her wearing them, he knew she had plenty of sexy panties, bras, and nightgowns. He loved his mother's sexy underwear and nightgowns. He only wished he could see his mother in her bra and panties or at least in one of her sexy nightgowns without the modesty of her bathrobe.
Modeling them for him, he wished she'd wear her bra and panties and sexy nightgowns in front of him instead of hiding them in her drawers and behind her bathrobe. He'd love nothing more than to see his mother parading around him in her low cut bra and bikini panties. Just once, he'd love to see more of his mother's skin. Just once, he'd love to see his mother wearing one of her sexy nightgowns while flashing him down nightgown views of her tits and up nightgown views of her panties or pussy. Going one step beyond his usual sexual fantasy, he imagined something that would never happen.
'Michael, be a dear and unhook my bra. These straps are killing me,' he imagined his mother saying.
He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
'What? Seriously? If it's not enough that I'm imagining her standing in front of me in just her bra and panties, but now she wants me to unhook her bra? No way! I don't believe this. Pinch me. I'm dreaming. I can't believe I'm about to see my mother's tits,' he thought while having a new sexual fantasy of his mother.
He couldn't believe his mother stood before him in her bra. He couldn't believe she wanted his help in unhooking her bra. He imagined reaching around her to unhook her bra and was shocked when she removed her brassiere in front of his horny eyes. He couldn't believe when his mother removed her bra.
'Oh, my God,' he imagined blurting out as soon as he saw his mother's big, naked breasts, her areolas, and her erect nipples.
Having never seen much more than her bra strap, he couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's naked breasts.
'Gees, Michael,' he imagined his mother saying while laughing. 'You're staring at my tits as if you've never seen tits before.'
Posing and modeling her naked breasts, he imagined her turning one way before turning the other way.
'I've never seen your tits before, Mother,' he imagined his reply while looking up from her tits to look in her eyes and before focusing on her big breasts again.
He couldn't stop staring at his mother's naked breasts. She jumped up and down to show him her big breasts bouncing. She leaned forward and moved side to side to show him tits swaying. She cupped her breasts in both of her hands and fingered her nipples to an ever bigger erection. Then, he imagined her lifting her breasts to her mouth to suck her nipples in the way that he so wanted to suck her nipples.
'So tell me,' he imagined her saying while she continued fondling and feeling her tits. 'What do you think of my tits?'
While he stroked his cock, he imagined her continuing to sexually tease him.
'You have beautiful breasts, Mom,' he imagined his reply. 'May I touch them? May I feel and fondle them? May I suck your breasts, Mother?'
He imagined her giving him a motherly smile.
'Of course, you may touch, feel, fondle, and suck my breasts,' he imagined her replying. 'Why else would I remove my bra in front of my son? I want you to feel, fondle, and suck my breasts as much as you want to feel, fondle, and suck my tits.'
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Imagining his mother sexually teasing him, he'd love for his mother to give him a down nightgown view of her long line of sexy cleavage and the tops of big breasts. He'd love for his mother to give him an up nightgown, in between her legs view of her white panties. Or if she wasn't wearing panties, which he doubted as she always wore panties, he'd love to see an up nightgown view of her naked, brown pussy. Only, with her always dressed more like a nun than dressed like his MILF of a mother, with her wearing a thick, terrycloth robe, he couldn't even see the impressions of her erect nipples.
With her allowing him to hold her so close, he couldn't tell if she was cold or sexually excited. In the way he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, she draped her arm across his chest. A game he enjoyed playing once his erection grew bigger and harder, he acted as if he was a masher on the subway. Wishing it was her hand or her fingers, he ever so gently and slowly rubbed, humped, and grinded his mother's wrist and forearm with his stiff, bathrobe padded prick.
Wishing she'd touch his cock through his bathrobe with her hand and fingers, he wanted her to subtly know that she had sexually aroused him and that he had an erection. He wondered if she knew he had an erection. He wondered if she could feel his hard, stiff prick rubbing against her arm through the thick terrycloth of her heavy bathrobe. Holding her while she wore her bathrobe was like holding her if she was wearing a furry coat. Wishing he could, afraid to show his perverse, sexual affection for his mother, he couldn't even dare himself to reveal his inappropriate, sexual feelings for her.
In the hope that she was sexually attracted to him too, he'd love nothing more than to divulge his sexual attraction to his mother. As if he was a groper on a subway, he so wanted to hold her hand while pressing the back of her hand against his erect cock that tented his pajama bottoms through his bathrobe. Yet, with her insisting that he be attired like a gentleman and treat her like a lady, he wished they didn't have to wear their stupid bathrobes in front of one another while watching her stupid movies. If he wasn't wearing this bathrobe, he imagined gathering the nerve to put his mother's hand on his pajama clad cock.
In the way he was so sexually aroused, if he wasn't wearing a bathrobe, with him not wearing underwear beneath his pajama bottom, his erect prick, no doubt, would escape from his pajama pee hole to make a surprise appearance. He wondered what his mother's reaction would be to seeing his erect, naked cock. He wondered if she'd look? If she did look, he wondered if she'd stare? Or maybe, when seeing his stiff prick out of the corner of her eye, she'd look away. Wishing she'd look, stare actually, instead of averting her eyes, he'd feel so rejected if she wasn't as sexually excited seeing his cock as he'd be sexually excited showing her his stiff prick.
While staring down at his cock, he wondered if she'd tell him that he was so exposed. Instead of telling him that he was so exposed, he wondered if she'd mindlessly touch and hold his prick in her hand. As if holding and fingering the television's remote control, he wondered if she'd mindlessly and lovingly fondle the head of his cock with her fingertips while watching her movie. He wondered if she'd mindlessly stroke his dick while continuing to watch the movie.
Nothing more than a sexual fantasy, hoping she'd wrap her manicured fingers around his erect prick, he'd love nothing more than to put his mother's hand on his naked prick. He wondered if she'd leave her hand there or move her hand away. He'd love nothing more than for his mother to give him a hand job before giving him a blowjob. He'd love nothing more than to cum in his mother's mouth.
'Michael. Oh, my God. You're exposed. Cover yourself,' he imagined her saying with feigned her outrage while staring at his big prick. 'Michael, your sexual lust for me is obvious, so very obvious for me,' he imagined her scolding him while staring down at his engorged prick before taking him in her hand and wrapping her fingers around him. Then, changing to the whore he wished she was, he imagined her offering him her hand, her mouth, and her pussy. 'I can help you with this, he imagined his mother saying while slowly stroking him. 'May I give you some sexual relief? Would you like me to masturbate you?'
He imagined feeling her long, soft, delicate fingers tightly wrapped around his stiff cock. He imagined his mother stroking him faster before leaning her head down to take him in her warm, wet, motherly mouth to suck him. Then, he went beyond his most outrageous sexual fantasy that he had of his mother. He imagined his mother stripping herself naked and sitting and bouncing on his cock as if he was an X-rated ride at the carnival. He imagined making love to his mother before fucking his mother.
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After watching Jane Austin's Pride and Prejudice with his mother tonight and Sense and Sensibility with her last week, always while sitting next to her and holding her, he was horny. Envisioning her as Keira Knightly playing Elizabeth Bennet and him as Matthew Macfadyen playing Mr. Darcy, with them acting out her favorite characters, he'd love to roleplay some of the sexy love scenes with his mother. Envisioning her as Emma Thompson playing Elinor Dashwood and him as Hugh Grant playing Edward Ferrars, he'd love to roleplay some of the sexy scenes with his mother from Sense and Sensibilities too. Only, with her seeing right through his roleplaying pretense as his excuse to kiss her while playing his role, she'd never agree to kiss him, at least not in that sexual way.Hoping to give her some sexy ideas while hinting at what he wanted and sexually expected from his mother while watching her stupid movies, he only wished she'd agree to watch one of the movies he wanted her to see. Curious for her reaction to the sexual scenes and to the nudity, he'd love to watch The Secretary and/or Spanking the Monkey with his mother. How hot would that be to watch his favorite, sexual cult movies with his mother? Only, with her considering those movies trash, in the way that he watched her stupid, chick flicks with her, she'd never agree to watch either one of those movies with him. He had already asked her to watch those movies with him and she refused.
"You'll have to watch those movies on your own, Michael," she said making a disapproving face with a nervous laugh. "I read about those movies online and The Secretary with James Spader and Maggie Gyllenhaal is about a lawyer who sexually, albeit consensually abuses his secretary with bondage and sadomasochism. That's just gross," she said shaking her head as if she was a librarian. "It's beyond me how people can mix pain with pleasure."
He looked at her with feigned shock that she'd feel that way about one of his all-time favorite movies.
"Actually, Mom, in the way that I read Playboy for the articles and for the cartoons, I watch The Secretary not for the sex but for the acting," he said while trying to maintain a straight face. "Even though she gets naked in all of her movies, Maggie Gyllenhaal is a great actress. James Spader is another great actor too. Before starring in Boston Legal, he starred in White Castle with Susan Sarandon, another one of my favorite movies. James Spader now stars in The Blacklist. If you won't watch The Secretary with me, will you at least watch Spanking the Monkey with me?"
While he tried to not to show his sexual excitement over the hope that his mother would agree to watch Spanking the Monkey with him, she made a face of disbelief at him while rolling her eyes. Nonetheless her obvious disgust for incest and all things incestuous, he'd love to know his mother's opinion of what she thought of son wanting to have sex with his mother and a mother sexually teasing her son. He'd love to roleplay Spanking the Monkey with his mother.
"Spanking the Monkey? Really Michael. Spanking the Monkey is slang for self-abusing oneself with masturbation. That movie is even worse than The Secretary. I read that movie is about a son sexually lusting over his mother and a mother sexually lusting over her son," said his mother making a distasteful face. "That's so disgusting. Sorry, but that's not for me," she said waving her hands as if giving a warning. "I can't imagine a son wanting to have sex with his mother and a mother agreeing to have sex with her son," she said with staunch morality.
There goes his incestuous, sexual fantasy washed away by his mother's morals. Totally disappointed, this time he made a face of disbelief at her while rolling his eyes.
"Really Mother. The movie is not sexual at all. The movie is about a son who postpones going to college, MIT, the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, to help his mother through a difficult time after she falls and breaks her leg," he said nodding his head to reinforce what he had just said was the truth.
She gave him another look of disbelief.
"I see," she said. "Obviously, when it comes to that sort of thing, incest, sexual impropriety, and sexual inappropriateness, we see things much differently, Mother."
He returned her stern look with a smile.
"What some may see as scenes of sexual incest, in the way of Norman Bates helping his mother, Norma Bates, through a difficult time while running the Bates Motel, I saw the story as a son's love for his mother." Again, he dramatically nodded his head while wiping a feigned tear from his eye. He bowed his head solemnly and put a touching, heavy hand to his heart. "It was a truly touching mother and son love story."
Emma laughed.
"Bullshit. That's just bullshit Michael," laughed Emma. "Spanking the Monkey is a movie about a mother who is sexually attracted to her son and a son who masturbates over his mother. I don't know which character is worse, the mother or the son. Actually, the mother is worse," she said nodding her head. "She should know better than to use her sexuality to incestuously tease her son. She uses her broken leg and flashing him her naked body as her sexually, incestuous way to keep him from leaving her for college," said his mother.
Unable to convince her otherwise that Spanking the Monkey was a wholesome family movie, he hated it when his mother right and saw through him. Hoping to get her in the mood for incestuous sex, he wished his mother would watch those movies with him in the way that he watched her movies with her. He only wished his mother would embrace him not just as her son but also as her incestuous lover.
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'Is that what you'd like to do to me, spank my naked ass?' He imagined his mother asking him that question while watching The Secretary. 'Is that what you wished you could do to my naked body?' He imagined his mother asking him that question before interrogating him while watching Spanking the Monkey.
'Do you want to have sex with my naked body?' He imagined her staring up at him while waiting for him to respond. 'Is that it? Tell me, Michael. Do you want to fuck me?'
When he didn't answer, he imagined her continuing to ask him questions.
'I'm sorry,' he imagined himself saying when he overstepped their mother and son boundaries.
He imagined her suddenly looking at him as if she was just as sexually excited as he was.
'Would you like me to blow you, Michael? Would you like me to suck you cock?' She gave him that same look when he pretended he was sick and wanted to stay home from school so long ago. "I bet you'd love to cum in my pussy and in my mouth,' he thought while imagining his mother shocking him by saying all of that when she'd never say any of that. 'I bet you'd love to give me a cum bath and cum all over my face, my hair, and my naked tits too.'
Nonetheless his denials of wanting to have sex with his mother, he'd love to have sex with his mother. He'd love to order his mother to lean over the couch in the way that James Spader, as Mr. Grey, ordered Maggie Gyllenhaal, as Lee Holloway, to place her elbows on his desk. He'd love to stand behind his mother in the way that James Spader stood behind Maggie Gyllenhaal, had her lift her skirt to her waist, pull down her pantyhose and panties to her ankles, and spread her legs. He'd love to raise his mother's bathrobe to her waist, pull down her panties, and spread her legs. Then, in the way that Mr. Grey masturbated himself over Lee Holloway's naked ass, he'd love to masturbate himself all over his mother's naked ass too.
Not stopping there, he'd love for his mother to feign an injury, perhaps a back injury, where he'd have to help her take a bath or a shower. He imagined helping his mother getting undressed. He imagined unbuttoning her blouse to expose her bra to him. He imagined unbuttoning and unzipping her skirt to expose her panties to him. He imagined unhooking and removing her bra to expose her naked breasts to him. He imagined slowly sliding down her panties to expose her bra, bushy pubic hair and her round, shapely ass to him.
As if he was her male nurse, he imagined having to strip his mother naked in readiness to help her take her bath or shower. While gently helping her in the tub or holding her up in the shower so that she didn't slip and fall, he imagined touching and feeling her everywhere that he'd love to touch and feel his mother. In the way that Jeremy Davies as Ray Aibelli helped his mother, Susan Aibelli played by Alberta Watson, shower in Spanking the Monkey, he'd love to help his mother wash her dirty, naked body too.
Then, later, he'd love to treat her as if she was his Japanese concubine instead of his mother. After imagining washing his mother everywhere he'd love to wash his mother and everywhere a son should never wash his mother, he'd love to reverse the roles. He'd love to feign an injury where his mother needed to help bathe him too. He'd love for his mother to wash him everywhere a mother should never wash her son and everywhere he'd love for his mother to wash him.
"Wash my cock, Mom. My stiff prick is so very dirty. Yeah, that's it. Right there. Really scrub it. My prick is really filthy, Mom. As if you're polishing the silver, polish on and polish off, use some wrist action to wipe it clean," he imagined saying to his mother. "Grip it tighter. Faster, Mom, faster. Move your hand back and forth faster."
'Wow,' he thought. 'How hot would that be to bathe each other's naked bodies? Rub-a-dub-dub, I wish I could have some sexy, naked fun with Mom in the tub.'
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In the way that Faye Dunaway, as the religious zealot Mrs. Pendrake, quoted the Bible in Little Big Man, he imagined his mother as Faye Dunaway playing Mrs. Pendrake while reading scriptures aloud. Then, in the way that Mrs. Pendrake gave Dustin Hoffman, as Jack Crabbe, a hand job while bathing him in a tin tub in her kitchen, he'd love for his mother to give him a hand job while bathing him too. Imagining his hard prick in his mother's soft hand while she stroked him faster and harder under the soapy water, how hot was that scene? While feeling his mother's big tits through her clothes as she stroked his erect cock, he imagined getting her blouse and bra soaking wet, wet enough to see her big nipples.
'Oh, my God, if only he could, he would,' he thought.
He imagined switching roles and washing his mother's ass, her tits, her pussy, and her long, sexy, shapely legs from her ankles to her soaking wet cunt. In the way he'd love to masturbate his mother in the tub, he'd love for his mother to give me a hand job while washing his cock squeaky clean. Only, just as she'd never allow him to see her naked body, never mind touch her naked body, she'd never want to see or touch his naked body either. Unless he was an invalid, his mother would never give him a bath. Unless his mother was not in her right mind, she'd never give him a hand job.'
If only for purposes of masturbation while alone in his room when horny, he wished his mother would play into his incestuous need to see something of her that he shouldn't see. Instead of seeing her in this stupid bathrobe, he needed to masturbate himself while thinking of his mother wearing a sexy nightgown or seeing her in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked. Only, with her so morally modest and sexually uptight, he had never seen more than his mother's bra strap.
Perversely perverted by his crazed incestuous thoughts, he'd love nothing more than for his mother to masturbate him before blowing him while sitting next to him on the couch and while watching whatever stupid movie she wanted to watch. While he imagined feeling and fondling his mother's big tits and fingering her erect nipples as she sucked his cock, he'd love to cum in his mother's mouth and watch her swallow his cum. Only, just as his mother would never masturbate him, she'd never blow him either. Nothing more than an incestuous, sexual fantasy, he only wished she'd give him a hand job and a blowjob before fucking him silly.
'Do you ever get sexually aroused while watching these romantic movies?' He thought while wishing he had the courage to ask his mother such a sexually inappropriate question. 'Tell me Mother and be honest, after becoming sexually aroused, putting yourself in the sexy scenes with the actors, do you ever masturbate yourself while imagining having sex with your favorite actors? Do you ever masturbate yourself over the thoughts of having sex with me in the way that I constantly and continually masturbate myself over the thoughts of having sex with you?'
He imagined pulling out his cock and masturbating himself in front of his mother. He imagined cumming all over her tits, her face, and even in her hair. Yet, forget about masturbating in front of her and giving her a cum bath, he couldn't even talk to her about sex. Even though he wanted to ask her such sexually inappropriate questions, he'd never cross the imaginary, incestuous line by asking his mother anything sexually inappropriate about her personal, private, sexual life.
As his way of opening Pandora's Box, not ashamed or embarrassed, if only she'd ask him such sexually inappropriate questions, he'd willing share everything about his personal, private, sexual life with her too. Alas, in the way his mother was so straight laced, uptight, and modestly reserved, he wondered if his mother thought about sex in the way that he always thought about sex. He wondered if his mother thought about him naked and having sex with his naked body in the way that he always thought about her naked and having sex with her naked body.
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"Well, it's time for bed," he said feigning a long stretch and a loud yawn when he had no intention of going to sleep. With his nightly routine the same as his morning routine, his late night and early morning routine was to masturbate himself while thinking of his mother naked and having sex with her. "It's late and I'm tired," he said yawning again.
She gave her son a warm, motherly smile and a loving hug. Holding her in his arms, he loved the feel of her and with her always smelling like honey and lemons, he loved the scent of her too. He so wanted to wrap his arm tighter around her and reach down to squeeze her terrycloth ass. Wishing she was wearing just her nightgown without her robe, when she hugged him goodnight, she squeezed her terrycloth, clad breasts against his hard body to kiss him on the cheek.
Tempted to do so, he so wanted to turn his head and kiss her on the mouth before parting her lips with his tongue, and while feeling her big tits and her shapely ass through her bathrobe and nightgown. He wondered what her reaction would be if he did that. A sexual fantasy come true that he had for years, he'd love to French kiss his mother while touching and feeling her everywhere. He'd love to surprise her by having his wicked, sexual way with his mother's naked body. Wishing he could strip her naked, only, he didn't dare. Not something a son should do to his mother, he couldn't. He wouldn't.
He wished he could get her drunk, only she didn't drink, not really and never that much for her to lose control. He thought about stirring a crushed sleeping pill in her tea. As soon as she fell asleep while watching the movie, he'd touch her and feel her where he always wanted to touch and feel his mother. Then, he'd slowly peel open her bathrobe to reveal her nightgown clad body to his horny eyes. Testing her to see if she'd awaken, he'd feel his mother's naked breasts, her panty clad ass, and her panty clothe pussy through her nightgown. With her still sleeping, he'd lift her nightgown to her neck to expose her naked breasts to his horny eyes.
'Oh, my God, if only I could strip her naked and touch and feel her naked body without her knowing, I would,' he thought while imagining his mother so nakedly vulnerable.
After staring at them first, he'd feel and fondle his mother's naked tits. Then while fingering her nipples, he'd suck her nipples. He'd remove her panties before spreading her legs wide to finger her pussy before licking her pussy. He'd put his erect cock in her hand before sticking his prick in her mouth and then in her pussy. Only, nothing more than a sexual fantasy for him to masturbate to, just as he'd never drug his mother, he'd never rape his mother either.
"Good night, Michael. Sweet dreams," said his mother.
With another movie night over, Michael closed his bedroom door. He climbed in bed while imagining he was climbing in his mother's bed. He stroked his cock while imagining it was his mother's hand masturbating him. While stroking his cock and thinking of his mother sleeping next door, he imagined being in bed naked with her. He imagined kissing his mother, French kissing her. He imagined feeling her tits and fingering her nipples through her nightgown before removing her nightgown. He imagined sucking her tits and reaching around her to feel her naked ass before fingering her wet pussy.
"Emma. Emma. Emma," he said whispering her name while stroking his cock. Four letters, two syllables with two consonants and two vowels, he loved her name. "Emma, Emma, Emma." He loved his mother. "I love you, Emma."
He only wished she was his girlfriend instead of his mother. He only wished he was in bed with his mother now. Stroking himself faster, he imagined making sweet, slow love to his mother. He imagined the feel of his hard cock in his mother's soft hand and before imagining his erect prick in his mother's wet mouth. He imagined the feel of his cock buried deep inside of her warm, wet pussy. He imagined her big tits in his horny hands and in his mouth.
Then, stroking himself faster, he imagined humping his mother's cunt harder and faster. He imagined fucking his mother, really fucking his mother. As he stroked his cock harder while imagining his mother naked and her large breasts bouncing up and down and swaying side to side, he imagined pounding his mother's pussy harder. Only, over too soon, while still horny and sexually frustrated, he exploded his cum in a tissue, turned off his light, and fell asleep while dreaming of his mother blowing him.
Maybe one day, she'd agree to allow him to see her naked. Maybe one day, she'd allow him to have sex with her naked body. Maybe one day, she'd want to see him naked too. Maybe one day, she'd want to have sex with his naked body too. Maybe one day, she'd stroke him while sucking him. Maybe one day she'd make love to him before fucking him. Obviously, but not giving up, today wasn't the day.
"Well, it's time for bed," he said feigning a long stretch and a loud yawn when he had no intention of going to sleep. With his nightly routine the same as his morning routine, his late night and early morning routine was to masturbate himself while thinking of his mother naked and having sex with her. "It's late and I'm tired," he said yawning again.
She gave her son a warm, motherly smile and a loving hug. Holding her in his arms, he loved the feel of her and with her always smelling like honey and lemons, he loved the scent of her too. He so wanted to wrap his arm tighter around her and reach down to squeeze her terrycloth ass. Wishing she was wearing just her nightgown without her robe, when she hugged him goodnight, she squeezed her terrycloth, clad breasts against his hard body to kiss him on the cheek.
Tempted to do so, he so wanted to turn his head and kiss her on the mouth before parting her lips with his tongue, and while feeling her big tits and her shapely ass through her bathrobe and nightgown. He wondered what her reaction would be if he did that. A sexual fantasy come true that he had for years, he'd love to French kiss his mother while touching and feeling her everywhere. He'd love to surprise her by having his wicked, sexual way with his mother's naked body. Wishing he could strip her naked, only, he didn't dare. Not something a son should do to his mother, he couldn't. He wouldn't.
He wished he could get her drunk, only she didn't drink, not really and never that much for her to lose control. He thought about stirring a crushed sleeping pill in her tea. As soon as she fell asleep while watching the movie, he'd touch her and feel her where he always wanted to touch and feel his mother. Then, he'd slowly peel open her bathrobe to reveal her nightgown clad body to his horny eyes. Testing her to see if she'd awaken, he'd feel his mother's naked breasts, her panty clad ass, and her panty clothe pussy through her nightgown. With her still sleeping, he'd lift her nightgown to her neck to expose her naked breasts to his horny eyes.
'Oh, my God, if only I could strip her naked and touch and feel her naked body without her knowing, I would,' he thought while imagining his mother so nakedly vulnerable.
After staring at them first, he'd feel and fondle his mother's naked tits. Then while fingering her nipples, he'd suck her nipples. He'd remove her panties before spreading her legs wide to finger her pussy before licking her pussy. He'd put his erect cock in her hand before sticking his prick in her mouth and then in her pussy. Only, nothing more than a sexual fantasy for him to masturbate to, just as he'd never drug his mother, he'd never rape his mother either.
"Good night, Michael. Sweet dreams," said his mother.
With another movie night over, Michael closed his bedroom door. He climbed in bed while imagining he was climbing in his mother's bed. He stroked his cock while imagining it was his mother's hand masturbating him. While stroking his cock and thinking of his mother sleeping next door, he imagined being in bed naked with her. He imagined kissing his mother, French kissing her. He imagined feeling her tits and fingering her nipples through her nightgown before removing her nightgown. He imagined sucking her tits and reaching around her to feel her naked ass before fingering her wet pussy.
"Emma. Emma. Emma," he said whispering her name while stroking his cock. Four letters, two syllables with two consonants and two vowels, he loved her name. "Emma, Emma, Emma." He loved his mother. "I love you, Emma."
He only wished she was his girlfriend instead of his mother. He only wished he was in bed with his mother now. Stroking himself faster, he imagined making sweet, slow love to his mother. He imagined the feel of his hard cock in his mother's soft hand and before imagining his erect prick in his mother's wet mouth. He imagined the feel of his cock buried deep inside of her warm, wet pussy. He imagined her big tits in his horny hands and in his mouth.
Then, stroking himself faster, he imagined humping his mother's cunt harder and faster. He imagined fucking his mother, really fucking his mother. As he stroked his cock harder while imagining his mother naked and her large breasts bouncing up and down and swaying side to side, he imagined pounding his mother's pussy harder. Only, over too soon, while still horny and sexually frustrated, he exploded his cum in a tissue, turned off his light, and fell asleep while dreaming of his mother blowing him.
Maybe one day, she'd agree to allow him to see her naked. Maybe one day, she'd allow him to have sex with her naked body. Maybe one day, she'd want to see him naked too. Maybe one day, she'd want to have sex with his naked body too. Maybe one day, she'd stroke him while sucking him. Maybe one day she'd make love to him before fucking him. Obviously, but not giving up, today wasn't the day.
Chapter Two:
The love of his life, Ginger was Michael's steady girlfriend. Originally attracted to her because, other than the fact that she was tall, shapely, sexy, and beautiful with big tits, she looked nothing like his mother, Emma. Where most other women he dated were older, cougar clones of his mother, obviously, by having sex with 21-year-old Ginger, he abandoned his incestuous desire of vicariously having sex with his mother.
A first for him, whether consciously or subconsciously, sexually attracted to women who looked like his mother, before steadily dating Ginger, he went through a period of dating older women. Once his mother saw the women he dated, she'd know he was trying to find someone who looked like her. Ergo, embarrassed that he would immediately divulge his sexual attraction to his mother and that she would know that he incestuously wanted her, he never brought any cougar clones home to meet Mom. Obviously, in some convoluted way, having sex with older women who looked like his mother satisfied his curiosity of what his mother looked like naked and what it would feel like to have sex with her.
A good plan on the surface, having sex with older women who looked like his mother was his way to have incestuous sex with his mother without having incestuous sex with his mother. He had sex with his surrogate mothers without the sin, without the guilt, and without the remorse. By substituting his mother's image for the woman's image, when she stripped herself naked, imagining seeing his Mom naked, he imagined he was seeing his mother's naked tits, her naked ass, and her naked pussy. By substituting his mother's image for the woman's image, when he stripped himself naked, actually believing he was there with his mother, he imagined his mother was seeing his naked ass and cock.
When holding these older look-a-like women, he imagined holding and hugging his mother while staring lustfully in her brown eyes. He imagined kissing his mother, French kissing her, while feeling and fondling her big tits, and fingering and sucking her erect nipples. When he made love to them, replacing the women's name in his head for his mother's name, he imagined making love to his mother, Emma. When fucking his pretend mothers, the harder and faster he pounded their pussies, the more he pretended fucking his mother.
With these women having the same voice and laugh, not only did they look like his mother, some even sounded like his mother. When they had an orgasm, he'd imagine his mother having an orgasm. When they called his name in sexual passion, he imagined his mother calling his name in lustful desire.
'Michael. Michael. Oh, God, Michael. You're going to make me cum. Don't stop. Please don't stop,' he imagined his mother in the throes of passion while having a sexual orgasm.
Just as he imagined licking and fingering his mother's pussy and his mother cumming in his mouth, he imagined his mother stroking and sucking his cock and cumming in her mouth. When he looked in their eyes while making love to them and fucking them, he imagined making love and fucking his mother. Unable to remove his mother from his head and from his bed, Emma was always there with him in spirit when not in reality.
Only, it wasn't easy finding older women who looked enough like and sounded enough like his mother to trick himself in believing that he was actually having sex with his mother. Even if he found an older woman who looked and sounded like his mother, unless she was a cougar and a whore, it wasn't easy to persuade her to have sex with him. Moreover, in his convoluted way to replicate his mother by finding her sexual clone, no woman, no matter how much she looked like and sounded like his mother, was his mother.
Never quite the same, she wasn't his mother; she was someone else and someone else's mother. Always, no matter how much she looked like and sounded like his mother, she always fell short in one way or another. She wasn't his mother and he was crazy for imagining that she was. When they were having sex, there was always something she did or said that destroyed the illusion of his sexual fantasy. Unbeknownst to the women that he used to play the roles of his mother, if they knew that he was incestuously deranged enough to pretend that they were his mother, no doubt, they'd be pissed.
Absurdly thinking that he was fooling himself by not believing he was sexually attracted to his mother, he was not only sexually attracted to his mother but also he was in love with his mother. By the look-a-like and sound-a-like clone like women that he chose to date, in the way a son should never lust over his mother, it was obvious that he was sexually attracted to Emma. No doubt, without even having to think about it, if he could, he'd most definitely have sex with his mother.
Of course, most sons love their mothers but not in the way that Michael loved his mother. In the way that he loved his mother was not only wrong it was emotionally twisted. In the way he loved his mother was not only forbidden but also it was socially, morally, legally, ethically, and religiously unacceptable. For a son to love his mother in such a sexual way and for a son to hope to have an incestuous relationship with his mother was doomed for failure. Even if he could pull it off enough to believe that he was seeing his mother naked and having sex with her, the clone women was just substitutes for the woman he loved. He loved his mother.
If ever his friends and family knew that he wanted his mother in that sexual way, thinking there was something seriously wrong with him, he'd be an outcast. Secreted behind closed, bedroom doors, perhaps, his sexual attraction to his mother would be different if his mother shared his incestuous feelings for him too but she didn't. If she did sexually want him as much as he sexually wanted her, they could move somewhere no one knew them and start a new life as man and woman, boyfriend and girlfriend, or husband and wife. Only, making matters worse, if his mother was just as sexually attracted to him as he was sexually attracted to her, there'd be something mentally wrong with the both of them.
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'I love you, Mommy,' he imagined finally admitting to his mother but not in a loving way that a son loves his mother but in a sexual way that a man loves a woman.
He imagined quickly stripping off his clothes to expose his erect cock to his mother, to show her his naked body, and to finally reveal the incestuous lust that he had for her. He wondered what she'd do if he exposed himself to her by stripping off his clothes. He wondered if she'd look at his erect cock or look away. He wondered if she'd take him in her hand to touch him, feel him, and stroke him while kissing him in the way that no mother should kiss her son. Imagining her blowing him before fucking him, he wondered if she'd take him in her mouth to suck him.
'I love you, too, Michael,' he imagined his mother confessing to him.
As if giving him a sexy striptease show, he imagined his mother slowly stripping off her clothes. As if she was undressing for someone else, he imagined watching her unbutton her blouse to expose her bra and watching her unbutton and unzip her skirt to expose her panties. Posing for him in her sexy underwear, he imagined his mother turning one way before turning the other way and before reaching behind her to remove her bra. Then, tucking her fingers in her panties, he imagined watching his mother slide her panties down and off to show him her naked pussy and the rest of her naked body.
He imagined his mother exposing her naked tits, her naked pussy, and her naked ass to his incestuously, horny eyes. Touching her and feeling her, he imagined fondling his mother's naked body. Feeling her tits, fingering her nipples, rubbing her pussy, and squeezing her ass, he imagined doing everything to his naked mother that he had imagined doing in his sexual fantasies. He imagined pressing his hard cock against her soft belly and her pressing her big tits against his muscular chest. He imagined holding his naked mother in his arms and kissing her, French kissing her, while reaching his horny hand down to feel her naked ass.
He imagined touching and feeling his mother where a son should never touch and feel his mother. He imagined his mother touching and feeling him where a mother should never touch and feel her son. If only his mother sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, he'd be so happy. Alas, she doesn't sexually want him in the way that he sexually wants her. Nothing more than masturbation fodder, he'd never know what it would be like to not only see his mother naked but also to have sex with his naked mother.
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Actually, now that he thought more about it when comparing the two women, with his mother tall, shapely, sexy, and beautiful with big tits too, on the surface, she more resembled Ginger than not. Indeed, as if he had purposely set out to find another one of his mother's clones, Ginger looked much like a younger version of his mother. The only obvious differences between the two women, of course, was that his girlfriend had red hair, freckles, and blue eyes and his mother had dark, brown hair with brown eyes.
He couldn't think of any other obvious differences between the two women other than one was a redhead and the other a brunette. No doubt, if he put a red haired wig on his mother, gave her blue contacts, and penciled in some freckles on her face, she'd look like Ginger's mother. Conversely, if he put a brown haired wig on Ginger, used makeup to cover her freckles, and had her wear brown contacts, she'd look just like his mother and who he imagined his sister looking like if he had a sister.
As if he was subconsciously trying to replicate his mother with Ginger, they walked the same, talked the same, sounded the same, and even laughed the same. Obviously, the best of both worlds, having sex with Ginger was like having sex with his mother. Now that he thought more about it, when he closed his eyes, he didn't see his girlfriend, Ginger, he saw his mother, Emma. Now that he thought more about it, something he never admitted before, he didn't love Ginger. He loved his mother.
When he closed his eyes, he didn't hear Ginger talking and/or laughing, he heard his mother talking and/or laughing. Even without the red hair, the blue eyes, and the freckles, his mother looked more like Ginger than Ginger's mother looked like her daughter. Unable to admit it to himself, he was so sexually attracted to his mother that every woman he dated, including Ginger, looked like her and sounded like her, but all paled in comparison to her.
When he thought that Ginger looked nothing like his mother, in reality, she looked exactly like his mother. Ginger looked enough like his mother that she could have been his mother's daughter. Ginger could have been his younger sister. No doubt, in the way he sexually lusted over his mother, if Ginger was his sister, he'd be sexually lusting over her too.
'Oh, my God,' he thought. 'What in the Hell is wrong with me? I sexually want my mother so much that I can't stop myself from searching for and finding her clones,' he thought.
If he was to put all of the older, clone like women he dated in a room, the scene would look something from a remake Stanley Kubrick's Clockwork Orange movie. As if they were all in an insane asylum together and he was there with them all too, he imagined naked women who looked like his mother in a stark, white, rubber room. As if he was forced to remain in the House of Black and White to stare up at the wall of skinned faces of the dead from the Games of Thrones, he imagined the faces of all of the women he dated who looked like his mother. He imagined Andy Warhol painting a canvas of boxes to house the faces of all of the clone like women he dated that he sought to satisfy his incestuous need to have sex with is mother.
Even though Emma was 25-years-older than Ginger, his mother was still very beautiful, as beautiful for her mature age as Ginger was beautiful for her young age. When he started dating women as an 18-year-old and before he started dating Ginger exclusively, no doubt because of the sexual attraction he had for his Mom, he had a sexual thing for dating older women. Convolutely enough and a temporary band aid, he had a physical, emotional, and sexual attraction for women who looked like his mother. Fortunately for him, before falling in love with his surrogate mother, a woman around his mother's age, and having a disastrous love affair with his mother's clone, he fell in love with Ginger.
Unable to admit it even to himself, embarrassed and ashamed of the sexual attraction he had for his mother that he tried to hide, nonetheless, he replicated his incestuous feelings in the appearances of the women he dated. Over and again, with all of the women needing to have big tits, he was attracted to women who not only looked like his mother but also who walked, talked, laughed, and sounded like his mother. Whenever he had sex with women who looked like his mother, he reverted back to the incestuous, sexual fantasies that he had when masturbating over having sex with his naked mother.
With the women looking and sounding so much like his mother, something that sexually excited him, he couldn't help but imagine that he was having sex with his mom. Convolutedly, sadly, and sexually frustratingly for Michael but, whenever his hand was around his cock masturbating himself, he couldn't get his mother's naked image out of his head and out of his bed. If only Ginger knew that whenever he was having sex with her, he couldn't help but imagine that he was in bed having sex with his mother.
Unable to stop himself from doing so but while feeling Ginger's big tits, he thought of feeling his mother's big tits. While sucking Ginger's erect nipples, he thought of sucking his mother's erect nipples. While fingering Ginger's wet pussy, Michael imagined that he was fingering his mother's wet cunt. While fucking Ginger, he imagined he was fucking his mother. Too sexually excited fucking Ginger, enflamed by the thoughts that he was fucking his mother, oddly enough, he never made love to his girlfriend; he just fucked her.
Whenever Ginger stared at his cock and stroked his cock, he couldn't help but imagine his mother staring at his prick and stroking his prick. When Ginger blew him and allowed him to cum in her beautiful mouth, he couldn't help but imagine his mother sucking him and cumming in his mother's beautiful mouth. Where Ginger always blew him every time they were together, he seldom ate her. With the thoughts of having sex his mother consuming him, as if Ginger wasn't even there, he couldn't help himself from imagining that he was in bed with his mother.A tortuous thing to be consumed by and with, whenever having sexual intercourse with Ginger, he couldn't help but imagine making love to his mother before fucking his mother. Whenever pounding Ginger's red, trimmed pussy, he imagined pounding his mother's brown, bushy pussy. Glad that Ginger happened along before he made a fool of himself by making a sexual pass at his mother and worse, being rejected, otherwise, he'd be dating more of his mother's mature, cougar clones.
Even though on the surface she resembled his mother, Ginger was nothing like his mother on the inside. They couldn't be any further apart. For one thing, she's wasn't a prude. She was much more sexual than his mother. Where his mother was the church going and believing in God type of lady, Ginger was a whore, a classy whore, albeit his whore nonetheless
Same thing every Saturday night, as if they were an old, married couple instead of a longtime and now exclusive boyfriend and girlfriend, Michael, Emma's 22-year-old son, made out with Ginger before fucking her. A very pretty, 21-year-old redhead with a hot body to match her beautiful face and gorgeous, red hair, he loved feeling her big, naked breasts and fingering her hard, erect nipples while making out with her. With her measurements a perfect 36, 24, 36, feeling her naked body while having sex with her made his hands feel as if he was negotiating the curves of a Grand Prix racetrack.
Dating on again and off again since high school, if only Ginger knew that he had dated a bevy of his mother's look-a-like and sound-a-like clones before they started going steady last year, she wouldn't understand. She'd think him a disgusting pervert for dating women his mother's age and who looked like his mother. No doubt thinking that there was something seriously, mentally wrong with him, s\She'd probably breakup with him.
If only she knew that he thought more of his mother than he does her whenever having sex with her, he'd inflame her Irish temper. She'd probably hurt him. Even worse, after breaking up with him, she'd broadcast his forbidden, incestuous love for his mother all over Facebook and Twitter. Just as he'd be so embarrassed for her to know, he'd be humiliated for everyone else to know that he wanted to have sex with his MILF of a mother instead of her sexy, redheaded girlfriend.
Whenever he was with Ginger on a Saturday night, always he stayed overnight. Always they fucked and after they fucked, she blew him. Always, when she blew him, he ejaculated in her mouth and she swallowed his cum. Something she had done since their senior prom night, she always sucked him dry and licked him clean. In the way she gulped down his cum and licked every drop from his cock, she obviously loved not only blowing him but also swallowing his cum. Obviously, as he enjoyed believing, she not only loved him but also she loved his cock too.
Normally, whenever she had an orgasm, which wasn't all the time, in the way that he ejaculated in her mouth every time they were together, she sometimes had an orgasm with his fingers or with his cock. Sexually selfish in that regard, he didn't always take care of his girlfriend's sexual needs in the way that she always took care of his sexual needs. Something he felt guilty over and that upset him and upset her even more, but not enough for him to do anything about it, seldom did he give her an orgasm with his mouth. Leaving her sexually frustrated, he seldom went down on her, in the way that she always went down on him. It was as if he had an aversion to her red, haired cunt and indeed he did.
Obviously, he'd much rather have her blow him than to lick her. If keeping a running count, she sucked him many more times than he ate her. Obviously, he'd much rather cum in her willing mouth than to have her cum in his reluctant mouth. Obviously, just as she was generous in giving him oral sex, by not giving her oral sex, he was selfish in reciprocating the oral, sexual pleasure to her that she freely and willingly gave to him.
"Suck my cock, Ginger. Blow me. Yeah, that's it Baby. Stroke me faster and suck me deeper. Oh, my God. Don't stop. I need to cum in your mouth," he said. With his girlfriend stroking him faster and sucking him deeper, really getting into blowing him, as much as he enjoyed her sucking him, seemingly she enjoyed sucking him too. "God you're such a great cocksucker, Ginger. Meaning that only as a compliment and only in the best possible way but you're the best cocksucker."
She looked up at him and laughed. If only she knew how many times he nearly called her mother or mom, she'd be pissed. What would she think or say if she knew he more wanted to have sex with his mother than to have sex with her. Nearly every time she had his cock in her mouth, he'd imagine his mother blowing him. Nearly every time he had his cock in her pussy and was fucking her, he imagined fucking his mother.
"Thank you, I think for calling me the best cocksucker," she said with a laugh while briefly removing his cock from her mouth to speak.
Ingrained in their sexual routine, every time he was with his longtime girlfriend, he fucked her and she blew him. Just as him fucking her was part of their weekly sex, her giving him a blowjob was part of their weekly sex too. Every time he was with her, they kissed and kissed while he touched, felt, and fondled her beautiful body. Every time he had sex with his girlfriend, he told her how he felt about her and she told him how she felt about him.
"I love you, Ginger," he'd say staring in her big, beautiful, blue eyes, before giving her deep, wet kisses.
As if his stiff prick was her play toy, her personal dildo and her private vibrator, she always fondled the head of his stiff prick while he kissed her.
"And I love you, too, Michael," she'd say.
He returned her kisses before holding her and hugging her in the way that he held and hugged his mother while sitting on the couch and watching a movie together. Whenever holding and hugging Ginger, unable to remove the image from his mind, he imagined holding and hugging his mother. Whenever making out with Ginger and feeling her beautiful body, he imagined making out with his mother and feeling her beautiful body too. Going from one to the other, from Ginger to his mother, in the way that Norman Bates lost his mind over his mother in Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho, he wondered if he'd eventually lose his mind over his mother too.
Only, this must stop. It wasn't fair to Ginger for him to be romantically and sexually thinking of his mother whenever he was with his girlfriend. Obviously, with her reminding him too much of his mother, he needed to breakup with her. Perhaps if he came clean to his Mom and told her how much he loved her and sexually wanted her, she may surprise him by telling him how much she loved him and sexually wanted him too. Only, he knew deep down inside that in the way that he sexually wanted his mother, she didn't share his sexual feelings, wants, needs, and desires.
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Sometimes, but not all the time, and something he'd never tell his beloved girlfriend but something he eventually needed to tell her, when kissing his girlfriend, he imagined kissing his mother. Not fair to her but sometimes when he closed his eyes and French kissed her, he imagined her lips were his mother's lips and her tongue was his mother's tongue. Sometimes, but not all the time, when feeling Ginger's big tits, fingering her erect nipples, and feeling her firm, shapely ass, he imagined feeling his mother's big tits, fingering her erect nipples, and feeling her firm, shapely ass.
Sometimes but not all the time, with them having nearly identical bodies but for their obvious difference in age, when having sex with Ginger, he could easily be lulled into his sexual fantasy to imagine having incestuous sex with his mother. Sometimes, but not all the time, when he fucked his girlfriend, really pounded her pussy, with them having the same voice and imagining them making the same sexual sounds, he imagined fucking his mother. Sometimes, but not all the time, again, with the two women having the same red, full lips, while Ginger sucked his cock, he imagined his mother sucking his cock.
Sometimes, but not all the time, when cumming in Ginger's willing mouth, especially when he closed his eyes and allowed his sexual fantasy to take over his reality, he imagined cumming in his mother's mouth. In the way his girlfriend looked up at him with her big, blue eyes with his cock buried in her beautiful mouth, he imagined his mother looking up at him with her big, brown eyes with his cock buried in her beautiful mouth. In the way that his girlfriend made all of those cocksucking, slurping sounds when sucking him, he imagined his mother making all of those cocksucking, slurping sounds when sucking him. When Ginger swallowed his cum and licked his cock clean, he imagined his mother swallowing his cum and licking his cock clean too.
It wasn't fair to Ginger and it wasn't right for him to be romantically and sexually thinking of his mother when with his girlfriend. As if his mother haunted him, he was tortured by the thoughts of having incestuous sex with her. As if his mother was really there in bed with him, sometimes but not all the time, he nearly called Ginger by his mother's name, Emma, more than once. Had he called his girlfriend, by his mother's name, he'd have some explaining to do.
If ever he called Ginger, Emma, with her not normally the jealous type, she'd obviously think that he was thinking about another woman named Emma and not his mother. Much worse for him to be sexually attracted to his mother than to be sexually attracted to another woman named Emma, she'd be surprised that he was more sexually attracted to his mother than he ever was to her. If only Ginger knew his mother filled his waking and sleeping thoughts in the way that his girlfriend should be filling his waking and sleeping thoughts, she'd be so angry. If only his girlfriend knew that he sexually lusted over his mother more than he sexually lusted over her, she'd wouldn't understand.
Yet, even with her undeniable beauty, her sexy body, and her young age, what should be switched around with his mother unable to compete against Ginger, there was no way that she could ever compete against his mother. Sadly, unfortunately, and perversely perverted, as if his mother was the one woman who he really wanted, cherished, loved, and sexually desired, sometimes he couldn't evict his mother from his head. Sometimes he couldn't evict his mother from his girlfriend's bed even when, and especially when, he was having deeply penetrating sex or receiving a blowjob from Ginger.
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A frightful failure for him, especially when he was thinking more about having sex with his mother than with his girlfriend, sometimes he gave Ginger an orgasm with his cock but most times he didn't. Most times, too busy thinking about having sex with his mother, whenever he thought of having sex with his mother while having sex with Ginger, he'd be sexually excited enough to give his girlfriend an orgasm. Only, when he fell out of his sexual fantasy of having sex with is mother instead of his girlfriend, along with his cock softening, his sexual excitement waned for Ginger. Obviously, held hostage by his incestuous, sexual fantasy for his mother, he more wanted to have sex with his mother than he wanted to have sex with his girlfriend.
With him not wearing a condom, not wanting to take the chance of getting her pregnant, even though she was on the pill, he always withdrew himself from inside of her before cumming. Just as he didn't trust birth control pills and/or trust her to remember to take one, he hated condoms. Needless to say, with the fantasy of having sex with his mother temporarily over, he always withdrew himself before giving her an orgasm. Had he worn a condom, able to stay inside of her longer, perhaps she'd have more orgasms too. Obviously, just as he didn't want to get Ginger pregnant, he didn't want to be obligated to marry her.
Only it didn't feel as good when fucking her while wearing a condom than it did when fucking her when not wearing a condom. Besides, the condom interfered with his imagined image of having sex with his mother. With his mother's tube tied, she could no longer get pregnant and if he was to have sexual intercourse with her, he wouldn't need to wear a condom. With her sucking him to completion and with him not always giving her a sexual orgasm, no doubt having him as a boyfriend was sexually frustrating for her as it was guilt ridden for him.
Every time he was with her, she sucked him dry and licked him clean while staring up at him with her pretty face and her big, beautiful, blue eyes. Every time he was with her, he ejaculated his cum in her mouth and she swallowed his cum. Only with all of the times he was with her, with his mother constantly intruding upon his sexual and romantic thoughts, he seldom returned the sexual favor by giving his beloved girlfriend oral sex. Moreover, to make his sexual matters worse, as much as he professed to love Ginger and as much as he loved her blowjobs, he hated going down on her and eating her pussy.
No doubt, if he loved eating Ginger's pussy as much as she seemingly loved sucking his cock, he'd be thinking of licking his mother's cunt every time he licked his girlfriend's cunt. For sure, even with him imagining his mother was blowing him, he loved humping Ginger's mouth and fucking her face while feeling her big tits whenever she was blowing him. That was a given. Only with him not returning the sexual favor by eating her as much as she blew him, and with his mother constantly and continuing intruding about his sexual thoughts, he was jeopardizing his relationship with his girlfriend.
Even though she was exceptional at sucking his cock and gave him the best blowjobs he ever had, he seldom returned the favor. Even though she always got him to cum, leaving her sexually frustrated, he didn't always get her to cum. Denying her the same sexual pleasure that she gave him, he failed her as a lover. By thinking more of having sex with his mother than with her, he failed her as a boyfriend.
Only, this time was different. Finally done with always getting her boyfriend to cum, obviously Ginger wanted to cum too. Instead of putting her off as he was usually able to do, this time no ands, ifs, buts, or maybes, Ginger wanted him to eat her cunt. In the way she always went down on him, she wanted him to go down on her. She wanted him to finger her pussy while licking her pussy. Moreover, she didn't want him to stop until she had an orgasm from him giving her oral sex.Calling him out on his selfish, sexual behavior, Ginger wanted Michael to get her to cum too. She wanted him to eat her. She wanted him to lick her as much as she sucked him. Why not? She was just as horny as he was, if not more. In the way she always gave him an orgasm and allowed him to cum in her mouth and watch her swallow his cum, he seldom gave her one. He seldom allowed her to cum in her mouth. Unless by accident before spitting her ejaculation out of his mouth, he never swallowed her. If anything, he owed her an oral orgasm, lots of oral orgasms, as many oral orgasms as she gave him.
This time, instead of him saying he was too tired and ready to fall asleep after she sucked his cock and swallowed his cum, she wanted him to reciprocate the oral, sexual favor of eating her pussy. This time, she wanted him to finger her pussy while licking her pussy until she had her oral orgasm. This time, Ginger wanted Michael to eat her and not stop eating her until she had an oral orgasm with his mouth and with his fingers. This time, instead of leaving her sexually frustrated, in the way that he always ejaculated in her mouth, she wanted to ejaculate in his mouth too. In the way she swallowed his cum, she wanted him to swallow her cum too.
"Now that I blew you and now that you ejaculated your cum in my mouth and I swallowed your cum, I need you to get me off too, Michael. I need you to lick my pussy while fingering my pussy. In the way I always give you an orgasm with my mouth, I need you to give me an orgasm with your mouth too. I need to cum in your mouth. Eat me, Michael. Eat me. Lick my pussy. Make me cum," said Ginger staring at him with her baby blues.
Stalling for time, so odd that he wouldn't be thrilled to return the oral, sexual favor of giving his girlfriend orgasmic pleasure too, he tried to think of what else he could do to get out of eating her pussy. He tried to think of what else they could do besides him giving her oral sex and her cumming in his mouth. An odd thing for a man not to want to give his beloved girlfriend oral sex at a time like this, he desperately tried to think of anything that would hopefully distract her from wanting him to eat her cunt.
Even though he loved her, he didn't love going down on her, an understatement. Even though he loved her, he hated eating her pussy. Even though he loved her, something he hated to admit even to himself, he became physically ill when she ejaculated in his mouth. There was no way that he'd ever enjoy eating her pussy.
"I'm tired," he said feigning a loud yawn. "Let's watch some TV or we can play a game. How about a drink? We can for out for a drink. Would you like to do that?"
As if her face was a kaleidoscope and her internal bellwether as to how she felt, she looked at him with a face full of changing emotions. She looked at him with horniness and hopefulness before looking at him with sadness that turned into anger. It was obvious that she wasn't going to take no for an answer. It was obvious that she wouldn't listen to any more excuses. She wanted him to eat her.
"No, I don't want to watch television, play a game, or go out for a drink. I want you to eat me, Michael. Eat me. You never eat me. Lick my pussy. Make me cum with your mouth and with your fingers. In the way you exploded your cum in my mouth and splashed it against the back of my throat, I need to cum in your mouth too," said Ginger. "Lick me. Lick my pussy, Michael. I'm so horny, please eat me. Please? I beg you to eat me," she said. When he didn't respond, she asked the million-dollar question. "Why won't you eat me?"
He loved her, he really did. He loved everything about her. He loved her long, lush, red hair as much as he loved her big, expressive, blue eyes, and her Irish freckles. He loved her sexy, curvy, and shapely body. He loved her smile, her intelligence, her quick wit, and her fun personality. From out of all of the girlfriends his friends had, she was the hottest. No comparison, none of his friends had a girlfriend hotter than Ginger. She was the most beautiful with the best body and had the best personality by far.
Only, sadly, incestuously convolutedly, and perversely perverted, he loved his mother more. More sexually attracted to his mother than he was to his girlfriend, he'd much rather have sex with his mother than to have sex with Ginger. No doubt, if only he could, he'd much rather eat his mother's cunt, than to eat his girlfriend's pussy. He'd rather make love to his mother than to fuck his girlfriend. Just once, if only to know what it would feel like, he'd love for his mother to stroke his prick while sucking his prick. He'd love for his mother to blow him. He'd love to cum in his mother's beautiful mouth.
'This is insane. I'm insane', he thought. 'What's wrong with me to want to have sex with my mother? Even worse, what's wrong with me to want to have sex with my mother more than I want to have sex with my beautiful, sexy girlfriend?'
Even though he imagined them getting married one day, he was unable to remove his mother from his head and from their bed. He imagined them having a brood of redheaded children one day. Looking like a young, Nicole Kidman but with tits and not as thin but shapelier, she was so spellbindingly beautiful. She was so sexy. With them best friends, they were perfectly matched for one another. Never had he ever met a woman as stunningly beautiful as Ginger and, probably, he never would again. He needed to sexually take care of her. He needed to give her what she wanted and what she wanted was for him to give her oral sex.
Alas, other than his mother, there was no other woman who he loved more and would rather be with sexually than Ginger. Only, even though it was nothing more than an incestuous, sexual fantasy when thinking about his mother in such an inappropriate, sexual way, he couldn't stop himself from thinking of his mother naked. He couldn't stop himself from imagining touching her, feeling her, and fondling her naked body everywhere a son should never touch, feel, and fondle his naked mother. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about having sex with his mother. If ever his mother sexually wanted him in the way that he sexually wanted her, sadly and convolutedly, with him not even understanding why, he'd drop Ginger in a heartbeat.
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Unfortunately, in the way that she obviously enjoyed sucking him and he loved her blowing him, he never could get into eating her pussy. Terrible for him to admit that about a woman so very beautiful and for a woman that he supposedly loved, eating her just wasn't his thing. Hating to admit it even to himself and something he could never confess to her but eating Ginger's pussy was nasty, gross, and disgusting. More of a turn off than it was a turn on, as if he was seasick on a beautiful, cruise ship, instead of sexually exciting him, she made him physically ill whenever he ate her.
'Yuck, gross,' he thought whenever licking her cunt. 'That was so disgusting. I hope I never have to do that again.'
If there was one thing he loved about her, it was the one thing that he hated about her too. Having a love/hate affair with her pussy, as much as he loved her pussy when fucking her, he hated her pussy when eating her. Not that she smelled, she didn't. She was clean. She had no odor, unpleasant or pleasant, at all. The problem was she was so wet, so sticky wet, and so ungodly wet. She was always so very wet, way too wet for him to enjoy eating her. Eating her was like licking warm, thick soup.
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