Bab 1763: 3
How hot would that be to start a naked mothers club,' he thought?
She looked at him unsure if she believed him or not. She looked at him upset that he may have invaded her privacy by installing spy cameras in her bedroom and bathroom. She looked at him shocked that he may have really seen her naked. Then, she looked at him with as much curiosity as he looked at her with sexual excitement. Obviously, by that look, his mother was sexually excited by the fact that he may be watching her dress, undress, bath, and masturbate herself.
"Then, if not with hidden cameras," she said with attitude as if she was right and he was wrong. "How did you see me naked?"
* * * * *
As if it was yesterday instead of more than two-years ago, he laughed while remembering the night that he not only saw his mother naked but also had sex with her. With all that they sexually did, he couldn't believe that she didn't remember him stripping her naked and them having sex. Not only did he see his mother naked, as if she was his girlfriend and/or lover instead of his mother but also he touched, felt, fondled, and had sex with his mother's naked body.
'Maybe she was too drunk to remember,' he thought. 'Maybe too embarrassed, she wanted to forget them having sex.'
Something he'd never forget, would always remember, and would continue to masturbate over for the rest of his life, he couldn't believe she didn't remember him stripping her naked and them having sex. How could she not remember him stripping her naked? How could she not remember them having sex? How could she forget him eating her, making love to her, and fucking her while giving her orgasms with his finger, his tongue, and his cock? How could she forget blowing him, him cumming in her mouth, her swallowing his cum? Unless she was faking her memory loss and/or being too drunk that night, how could his mother forget him seeing her naked and her having sex with her son?
'This is it. This is finally it,' he thought while excited about confronting his mother for her reaction to them having incestuous sex. 'If she really had no memory of their sexual intimacy, he hoped to jog her memory. Finally, I'm going to confront my mother and talk to her about all that happened on that wild, sexually exciting night of incestuous sex,' he thought.
He gave her a loving smile that only a son could give his mother, especially a son who had already seen his mother naked and had sex with her naked body. He couldn't wait to tell her what incestuously happened that night. He couldn't wait to know how she felt about all that they sexually did. He couldn't wait to discuss that wild, lustful night in minutest, sexual detail.
"You came home drunk and horny from the CFNM strip club that your friends took you to for your fortieth birthday. Do you remember? In the way that I overheard your friends telling you in the hall that you were all over the male strippers, stroking them and sucking their cocks, you were all over me touching me, feeling me, and kissing me," he said.
As if he was making it up and as if she didn't believe him, she looked at him stunned. She looked at him shocked that he'd repeat what her friends had said, that she was stroking and sucking the male strippers. She looked embarrassed obviously now that he knew his mother was a drunken, incestuous whore. She looked at him as if trying to remember him touching, feeling, fondling, and kissing her. She looked at him as if trying to remember her touching, feeling, fondling, and kissing him.
"Touching you? Feeling you? Kissing you?" She wrinkled her brow to make a disbelieving face. "I did no such thing. In your wet dreams, Johnny," she said with a laugh. "I don't think so. I'd never touch you, feel you, and kiss you in a sexual way. I'm your mother and you're my son."
He nodded his head up and down as his way to tell her that she did do just exactly that. Matter of fact, she did more than touch him, feel him, fondle him, and kiss him. She stroked him, sucked him, made love to him, and fucked him while allowing him to touch her, feel her, kiss her, finger her, lick her, make love to her, and fuck her too. Except for having anal sex, shocking but true, there was nothing that she didn't allow her son to sexually do with his mother and that she sexually did with her son.
"You did, Mom. You were all over me as if you were a sailor home on leave after being away at sea too long," he said with a dirty laugh.
She looked at him as if he was telling tall tales.
"I don't believe you," she said shaking her head while looking at him with contempt. "You're just inventing sexy, incestuous scenarios for my reaction to masturbate over later," she said. "If it isn't bad enough that you said such deplorable, dirty things about me having sex with male strippers, how dare you say such incestuous and inappropriate, sexual things about me groping and kissing you? What's wrong with you to say those dirty and vile things to me? How dare you?"
Seemingly not remembering that he saw her naked and they had sex, she looked at him as if he was making it all up. She looked at him as if he was lying. She looked at him as if he was sharing his sexual fantasy of having sex with her for him to masturbate over later. Then, in a moment of enlightenment, she looked at him with as much disbelief as she looked at him with sexual excitement. As if she was having a memory somewhere deep inside her brain, showing him a glimmer of sexual excitement, she obviously knew that he wasn't lying.
"You were so drunk, Mother. You were so horny, Mother. You were all over me as if I was one of the male strippers," he said with a laugh. He paused to watch for her reaction before saying what he couldn't wait to say. "With you not stopping me but, instead, encouraging me with your kisses and desperate sexual gropes, I had my wild, wicked sexual way with your naked body that night," he said nodding his head as if he needed that extra bit of head movement for her to believe him.
Obviously, by the stunned look on her face, not remembering being so drunk and so horny to sexually use and incestuously abuse her son, she looked at him horrified while he looked at her with sexual excitement. They both fell silent while looking at one another. Then, as if she was accepting what he said as the truth, she cross examined him in the way that Johnny Cochran cross examined Marsha Clark's star witnesses in the O. J. Simpson trial.
"I suppose you enjoyed the sexual attention that I paid you," she said with an attitude of motherly superiority while staring at him as if she was remembering her son enjoying her sexually touching him, groping him, and kissing him. "I suppose you enjoyed stripping me naked and seeing your mother naked," she said as if remembering him stripping her naked and staring at her naked body. "I supposed you enjoyed having sex with your naked mother," she said unable to hide her sexual excitement.
He laughed again.
"Are you kidding me? What son wouldn't enjoy being sexually mauled by his MILF of a mother? Look at you. You're gorgeous." He laughed. "As much as I enjoyed stripping you naked, I did enjoy seeing you naked and having sex with your naked body. Again, look at you. You're so sexy," he said. "A sexual fantasy of mine come true, I couldn't believe you kissed me while touching and feeling me everywhere that a mother should never touch and feel her son. I couldn't believe you allowed me to touch and feel you everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother while I returned your deep, wet kisses with my French kisses."
Now instead of looking at him certain that he was lying, she had a blankly confused stare on her face as if he may be telling the truth. She had a blankly confused look on her face as if she was trying to remember. She looked at him as if she was unsure if he was telling the truth or lying. She looked at him as if she was unsure if she should be embarrassed or sexually excited. Again, as if she was trying to remember, she looked at him with as much confusion as she looked at him with sudden flashes of sexual excitement.
"Let me get this straight. I kissed you, French kissed you, and you were returned my deep, wet kisses? Is that correct? Is that what happened in your mind or," she said after a pause and with sadness, "in reality?"
Obviously still not believing her son, she tried acting superior to him as if whatever they did that night didn't bother her. Yet, whether they had sex or not, with her looking more embarrassed by all that he said, it did obviously bother her that he said that she had sex with her son. Whatever happened or didn't happen that night, he had sexually aroused his mother by his inflammatory, provocative, and sexy, incestuous words.
"Of course, I returned your kisses. Why wouldn't I want to French kiss you? I love you, Mother," he said reaching for her hand. "Only, I love you in the way that a man loves a woman instead of in the way that a son should love his mother."
She pulled her hand away and flashed him a look of anger instead of a look of love.
"If you're not lying and if this is true, I can't believe you made out with me, your own mother? How dare you? How could you? Why would you? What's wrong with you? At least I had the excuse of being drunk. What was your excuse for taking sexual advantage of me?"
He smiled.
"Yes, of course I made out with you, Mother. Excuse? I didn't need an excuse to make out with you and/or to have sex with you. Look at you. You're drop, dead gorgeous. I'd have sex with you every day, twice a day, morning and night," he said. "Who in their right mind could resist someone who looked as sexy as you do? On a scale of ten, you're my eleven," he said.
As if she believed or as if she remembered that he saw her naked and they had sex, she suddenly had a sickened look on her face. Then, when he said that he'd have sex with her every day, twice a day, morning and night, she seemed flattered. Before she let go of his hand, a pleased, little smile with a twinkle in her eye that he said that she was his eleven on a scale of ten, made her blush. Instead of angering her as he did before when he confessed that he masturbated over the thoughts of her naked and having sex with her naked body, he made his mother blush with his compliment.
"Tell me and be honest," she said with trepidation as if she didn't hear him tell her and as if she didn't already know. Perhaps, she just wanted him to tell her again. Perhaps, his confession sexually aroused her. "Were you French kissing me?"
Unless she was getting off on talking about what happened, at the risk of repeating himself, he couldn't believe she was asking him for more, sexual details. In the way that it sexually excited him to French kiss his mother, perhaps it sexually excited her to know that she French kissed him. Maybe a way for her to remember, she wanted to discuss that incestuous night as much as he wanted to discuss that sexual night.
He smiled at her again with confident sincerity. He saw his mother naked. He had sex with his naked, MILF of a mother. What son wouldn't feel thrilled to not only see their MILF of a mother naked but also to have sex with her too?
"Yes, of course, I French kissed you," he said with a chuckle. "You started it, Mother. You parted my lips with your tongue and kissed me first. Then, when you stuck your tongue in my mouth, not allowing that sexual opportunity to pass, I returned your wet kisses with my French kisses. You blanked my mind with your wet kisses while you felt my erection through my jeans. If it wasn't enough that you French kissed me, I couldn't believe you were feeling the head of my prick through my jeans," he said.
She suddenly looked sickened. She suddenly looked sadden. She suddenly looked embarrassed. Then, she looked at him as if she remembered kissing and groping him. She looked at him as if she remembered him kissing and groping her. From looking sick, to sad, to embarrassed, she suddenly looked sexually excited.
"Oh, God. Oh, my God. I don't believe this. How dare you? How could you? Tell me the truth. Be honest. Were you feeling my breasts and fingering my nipples through my blouse and bra while kissing me?"
'Unless she was getting off on talking about all that they did, what kind of question is that,' he thought?
She stared at him as if trying to remember. Now he didn't know, he couldn't tell if she was trying to remember or sexually exciting him by goading him to tell her more of the sexual details of that one, beautiful night. Perhaps, as if they were having the pillow talk they never had, perhaps this erotic dialogue was a game his mother must play. Perhaps he needed to sexually arouse her again before she'd allow him to strip her naked and have sex with her naked body. Perhaps, she needed him to make all the sexual moves in sexually seducing her. Perhaps, she needed to play the innocent victim while he played the incestuous pervert.
"You're the one who initiated the sex, Mother," he said. "Sexually touch me as if I'm your lover instead of your mother, you said. Then, while looking down at my hands before looking up at me, you took my hands in your hands and placed them on your breasts," he said. "I like having my nipples fingered through my clothes, you said. Pull them, turn them, twist them, squeeze them, and pinch my nipples through my bra, you said. Fingering my nipples makes me hot and horny, you said," he said while watching for his mother's reaction to his sexually, inappropriate words.
Obviously jolting her memory, by saying that fingering her nipples made her hot and horny, her magic, sexual phrase, he said something that she obviously had said to her dates. As if she remembered more of what they did, when she told him that she liked having her nipples fingered, she looked at him with more sexual excitement than confusion. As if just his words were enough to sexually arouse her and to make her remember, when he said that she instructed him to pull, turn, twist, pinch, and squeeze her nipples through her bra, her eyes bulged out of her head.As if she remembered them making out, her mouth fell open and he watched his mother breath through her opened mouth instead of breathing through her nose. As if she remembered him feeling her tits through her blouse while fingering her nipples through her bra, she looked more sexually excited than she looked embarrassed. As if she remembered him French kissing her, she looked at him with incestuous lust in the way that he always looked at her with incestuous lust.
"Oh, God. I can't believe this. That sounds like something that I'd say. I'm starting to remember now," she said pausing before speaking again. "I'm so embarrassed. I'm mortified. I'm humiliated that I obviously had incestuous sex with my son," she said putting her hand to her mouth while looking more sexually excited than she looked embarrassed, mortified, and/or humiliated.
She looked at him with hurt mixed with sexual excitement while he stared at his mother with incestuous lust.
"I'm telling you the truth, Mother," said John.
Seemingly unable to make up her mind, she looked at him horrified and sexually excited at the same time.
"I remember you sticking your hand up my short skirt and feeling my ass before rubbing and cupping my pussy through my panties," she said looking at him with anger. "I can't believe you did that to your own mother. How could you do that to your own mother? So very sexually inappropriate, how dare you take sexual advantage of me when I was drunk and unable to stop you. Touching me in that sexual way was so nasty. Feeling me in that incestuously way is forbidden."
He laughed before rolling his eyes and sighing.
"Again, Mother, I'm the victim and you were the predator. I'm the innocent one here. You're the one who initiated the sex between us. You're the one who forced your sexual way on me. Just as you placed my hands on your breasts and told me to finger your nipples, you're the one who took my hand and put it beneath your skirt. You wanted me to touch you, Mother. You wanted me to feel you. You wanted me to finger your pussy. You wanted me to masturbate your cunt," he said.
Breathing through her mouth again now instead of her nose, he was sexually arousing her again. As soon as he used the words masturbate and cunt in the same sentence, she literally swooned. She was obviously getting sexually excited by him telling her the sexual details of what happened between them. Now, as if she was imagining her son naked in the way that he was imagining his mother naked, she looked at him with an unbroken stare. She finally looked at him in the sexually way that he had been looking at her for years.
"And did you take sexual advantage of your mother while I was drunk and unable to stop you?" She looked at her son with shock mixed with sexual excitement. "Tell me the truth. Did you masturbate me? Be honest and don't lie. Did you finger my cunt? Did you give me a sexual orgasm with your fingers?"
He made a sour face as if insulted. He made a face of confusion as if he didn't hear or understand what she said. He heard what she said. He knew what she said but he just wanted to hear her say it again. Perhaps, if she said the words masturbate and cunt again, the image would jog her to remember more. Perhaps, if she said the words masturbate and cunt again, she'd be even more sexually excited.
"Pardon? I'm sorry. What did you just say? Did I what do what, Mother?"
She gulped down her uncomfortableness with the conversation. Lifting her chin in defiance, she swallowed her obvious sexual lust for her son. Nonetheless her trying to control her obvious sexual, incestuous excitement, she looked at him as if she was undressing him with her eyes in the way that he was always undressing her with his eyes. She looked at him as if he was standing before her naked in the way that he looked at her as if she was standing before him in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked.
"Tell me. I want to know," she said with her face flushing with embarrassment. "Did you finger my pussy? Did you play with your mother's cunt? Did you masturbate me? Did you give me a sexual orgasm with your fingers," she asked again? "Did I cum?"
* * * * *
Sexually exciting him even more, he couldn't believe his mother said the word cunt. As if she was his girlfriend and lover, he stared at his mother with renewed sexual excitement. He stared at his mother as if he wanted to kiss her, French kiss her again. He stared at his mother as if he wanted to strip her naked again and have incestuous sex with her again. He stared at his mother as if he wanted to masturbate her before eating her pussy, making love to her, and fucking her. He stared at his mother in the way that he stared at her while hoping she'd blow him.
In the way that she willingly albeit drunkenly did before, he'd love nothing more than for his mother to suck his cock and to cum in his mother's mouth again while watching her swallow his cum. Yet, before they even had sex, that is if they were going to have sex, with her sober and not drunk, he needed her to strip herself naked. He needed her to willingly and voluntarily remove her clothes. He needed her to want to have incestuous sex with him as much as he wanted to have incestuous sex with her. His perfect pretense to get naked with his mother, this was Nude Day after all.
"I did finger your pussy, Mother. I did play with your cunt," he said. "When you willingly and voluntarily removed your panties to show me your black, trimmed cunt, I rubbed your clit while fingering your pussy," he said purposely using the word cunt instead of pussy. "I masturbated you, Mother. While sticking my fingers deep inside of you and rubbing your clit, I gave you an orgasm with my fingers. I made you cum."
She stared at her son with shocked surprise while he stared at her with sexual lust. She stared at her son with embarrassed humiliation while he stared at his mother with incestuous, sexual excitement. She stared in his eyes while he stared at her blouse and bra clad breasts. She looked at him as if she didn't know what to say, what to do, and/or what to believe. After looking at him as if she was confused, then looking at him as if she remembered, she looked at him as if she was as sexually excited as he was now. She looked at him with horniness and vulnerability, and as if she was sexually his for the taking.
Only, not wanting to rush the sexual seduction of his mother, he bided his time. Besides, nearly as good as having incestuous sex with her, they were discussing what happened more than two-years ago on her fortieth birthday. Having an incestuously sexual conversation with his mother was nearly as much of a sexual fantasy as seeing her naked and having sex with her.
Having waiting too long to discuss all that happened that night, he wanted to know if she remembered him stripping and seeing her naked. He wanted to discuss how she felt about him touching, feeling, fondling, fingering, and licking her naked body. He wanted to know how she felt about seeing his naked body. He wanted to discuss how she felt about her touching, feeling, fondling, stroking, and sucking his naked body. He wanted to know if she remembered them having sex. He wanted to discuss how she felt about them having mother and son sex.
"You masturbated me, John, when I was drunk?" She looked at him with disgust. "How dare you take sexual advantage of me when I was helpless to resist? If it wasn't enough that you stripped me naked, I can't believe you masturbated your own mother. I can't believe you sexually used and abused me at my most vulnerable time by masturbating me and having incestuous sex with me," she said obviously feigning her outrage in her feeble attempt to hide her sexual excitement.
She looked at him as if she didn't trust him anymore. She looked at him in the way that young woman looked at him after he and his friends sexually violated her at a drunken frat party. Only, his wasn't some, young, drugged whore, this was his mother. Forget about her forgiving him about stripping her naked and having sex with her drunken body, John wanted to strip her naked and have sex with her body, albeit sober body, again.
"It wasn't as if I forced you, Mother. It wasn't as if you didn't enjoy me seeing you naked and touching you in a sexual way," he said as his defense.
She shot him a look as if he had just slapped her. She stared at him as if she wanted to slap him. A bittersweet moment, never had he seen his mother as angry after being so sexually satisfied as she was after they had sex on her fortieth birthday.
"What's wrong with you?" She waited for him to respond and when he didn't, she continued. "I can't believe you gave me an orgasm with your fingers? How could you? Why would you? I trusted you not to take sexual advantage of me," she said looking as if she was about to cry.
As her way to wrap him around her finger, he waited for her to cry some crocodile tears.
"I'm sorry, Mother," he said when he wasn't sorry at all for stripping his horny mother naked and having sex with her drunken body.
Instead of reacting to his apology by forgiving him, she played off his apology.
"Oh, my God. Why would you do that to me? You're my son and I'm your mother. I trusted you not to take sexual advantage of me. No matter what, I'm supposed to feel safe with you without having to worry about being sexually abused and incestuously violated. We can't have sex. We shouldn't have had sex. I'm your mother and you're my son."
He rolled his eyes and sighed again.
"It takes two, Mother. Perhaps, you don't remember but you took sexual advantage me too," he said with a sadistic grin. "You're the one who came home drunk and horny. You're the one who sexually kissed me. Then, after you allowed me to touch you, feel you, fondle you, undress you, you're the one who removed your own damn panties. You're the one who raised your short skirt to show me your naked pussy. You not only wanted me to see your naked cunt but also you moved my hand to your naked cunt, Mother. You're the one who wanted me to masturbate you," he said.
She looked at him as if he was a rapist instead of looking at him as her son.
"You could have stopped. You could have pushed me away. I was obviously too drunk to know what I was doing and you took sexual advantage of me," she said.
He gave his mother a smug, little smile.
"Drunk or sober, a stranger or your son, no man would ever push you away," he said with a little laugh. "Besides, being the obedient son that I am and being that you wanted me to masturbate you, unable to sexually resist you, I masturbated you. I rubbed your clit while finger fucking you, Mother," he said leaning to whisper his words in her ear with a dirty laugh. "I gave you an orgasm with my long, stiff fingers. I made you cum. I gave you what you wanted. I made you happy, Mother."
As if trying to remember, she fell silent for a while before asking him her next question. As if he was playing a sexy, truth or dare game with his mother, Johnny was enjoying their incestuous, sexual conversation. Only, he wondered if she had really forgotten all that happened or if she was playing him while sexually teasing him. He wondered if she was enjoying their incestuous, sexual conversation as much as he was enjoying their incestuous, sexual conversation.
Maybe she was never even drunk but was pretending to be. Maybe she was getting off on their sexy, sexual conversation as much as he was. Maybe, as their prelude to having sex again, she was just as sexually excited discussing what they did that night as he was. Maybe she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He didn't know. Unable to read his mother's mind, he had no idea.
If he'd like to do anything with his mother, he'd like to get his mother drunk again. He wondered if he got her drunk, if she'd allow him to strip her naked again. He wondered if he got her drunk and naked again, if she'd have sex with him again. Maybe the only time she can give him what he sexually wanted was when she was drunk and horny. Maybe she needed the pretense of alcohol to disguise herself as being a horny drunk instead of being an incestuous whore.
"Tell me the truth and please don't leave anything out," she said.
Suddenly she looked sad that she finally and obviously believed all that he said. Yet, there in the background, as she had that same look before, was a glimmer of sexual excitement. Obviously, his mother was as sexually excited as he was. Obviously, she was as sexually aroused that he stripped her naked and had incestuous sex with her naked body as he was. Obviously, with him wanting to strip her naked and have sex with her body again, perhaps she wanted that too. Yet, if he was reading her correctly, she needed to be forced. She wanted the onus of a mother having incestuous with her son to be on him and not on her.
"I'll tell you everything that happened that night, Mother," he said happy to tell all.
No longer the victim, she suddenly and obviously accepted her role as the predator. For her to switch her role so quickly, obviously, she had been sexually and incestuously lusting over him as much as he had been sexually and incestuously lusting over her. Obviously, his mother sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. Obviously, his mother remembered more than she pretended not to remember. Perhaps, his mother wasn't drunk at all.
"What else did I do, ask you to do, or made you do?"
It was obviously to him now that his mother was playing him. It was obviously to him now that she was getting off on their incestuous, sexual dialogue as much as he was. It was obvious to him now that his mother deliberately flashed him when she was giving herself a breast exam, gave him a show when she was masturbating himself, and knew that he could see her when she ran down the hall topless. It was obvious to him now that his mother knew that he was watching her having sex with Ralph. No doubt, she remembered him stripping her naked and having sex with her naked body too.
* * * * *
He looked at his mother with as much love as he looked at her sexual excitement, compassion, and understanding. This was it. This was really it. If he played his cards right and chose his words carefully, perhaps he could persuade his mother to strip off her clothes for Nude Day. Perhaps, once she was naked, he could have sex with her again. Only and obviously, even though she was the seductress, if only in her eyes, he had to be the seducer.
"You did nothing wrong, Mother," he said reaching out to touch her shoulder when he wanted to reach out to feel her blouse and bra clad breasts. "You did nothing that you wouldn't do with one of your boyfriends," he said with a dirty laugh. "If anything, you had some sexy fun with your son. If anything, I had an enjoyable, sexual time with my loving mother. If anything, regardless if it was forbidden, just as you showed me the emotional love that you have for me, I showed you the physical love that I have for you," he said with a dirty laugh. "I love you, Mom," he said giving her a pelvic to pelvic hug. "I love you, Mom."
She returned his hug before she stepped away from him. Then, she stared at him with anger in the way that he stared at her with sexual desire. She stared at him with hurt and confusion in the way that he stared at her with incestuous lust. Then, she did something out of character and totally unexpected. Whether out of anger, rage, and/or sexual frustration, she slapped him hard across his face.
"Oh, my God. I can't believe I did that," she said taking him in her arms and hugging him again. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, John. Please forgive me," she said. "I didn't mean to do that. I don't know what came over me."
He returned her hug while rubbing his face.
"It's okay, Mother. Don't worry about it. If anything, a small price to pay for the sexual pleasure you have given me, I guess I deserved that slap for taking sexual advantage of you when you were drunk," he said going along with her charade of her pretending to be drunk.
As if she was sorry, angry, ashamed, embarrassed, and/or sexually frustrated all at the same time, she started to cry. His mother was crying. He hated it when his mother cried. He tried his best to console her by telling her whatever she wanted to know.
"Just tell me. Tell me. I want to know. I need to know," she said. "Tell me all that I did. Tell me everything and don't leave anything out," she said. "Please tell me everything that happened that night."
Confused by her sincerity mixed with her sexual excitement, he wondered again if his mother was playing him. He wondered if she was getting off on their pillow talk as much as he was sexually aroused by confronting his mother. Eager to tell her everything they did in explicit, sexual details, he nodded his head in agreement. He had waited more than two, long, sexually frustrating years to confront his mother. He had waited more than two-years to talk about all that they sexually did.
"When we were making out and when I was feeling your breasts and fingering your nipples through your blouse and bra, you were really getting sexually excited," he said staring at the big impressions her tits made in her blouse. "It was you who initiated the sex. You couldn't stop kissing me, touching me, and feeling me. You were so sexually excited that you were fingering the head of my cock through my jeans," he said. "You were making me sexually crazy mother."
He paused while remembering all that he sexually did with his mother and all that she sexually did with him. As if she was feeling guilty, ashamed, and/or remorseful, she bit her lip while staring at her son. Then, unable to hide her true incestuous feelings, she looked at him with sexual excitement and forbidden lust in the way that she looked at him that night and in the way that he looked at her all the time.
"Oh, God, I remember touching you in that sexual way," she said. "You're right. I remember that now," she said covering her mouth with her hand while gasping at what she obviously was about to say next. "I remember feeling your penis through your jeans. I can't believe I did that to my own son."
He smiled glad that he and his mother were finally on the same, sexual page. Yet, he still couldn't tell if she was playing him or still feigning a memory loss and pretending her innocence from faking being drunk. Nonetheless, whether she was playing him or not, not letting her off the hook, he continued in detailing all that she sexually did with her and all that he sexually did with her. Chomping at the bit to talk to her about that night, he had been impatiently and eagerly waiting to confront his mother. Now, that they were talking about it, he didn't want to prematurely end their incestuous charged conversation.
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"Then, as if you were my girlfriend and/or my lover instead of my mother, I couldn't believe it when you unzipped me and reached your hand inside my pants. I couldn't believe it when you pulled out my prick, wrapped your fingers around me, and stroked me. In the way that I had willingly and voluntarily masturbated you, you were willingly and voluntarily masturbating me," he said. "My sexual fantasy come true, I couldn't believe you had your soft hand tightly wrapped around my hard cock. I couldn't believe you were stroking me. I couldn't believe you were masturbating me."
She looked at her son stunned. She looked at him with embarrassment and shame. She looked at him with remorse mixed with a glimmer of sexual excitement.
"I did not masturbate you," she said raising her voice in feigned protest as if insulted when she was more sexually excited than upset. "I'd never do such a thing to my own son. You're lying. Just as I'd never allow you to masturbate me, I'd never masturbate you. You're making this all up so that you can masturbate yourself over all of these sordid, fictional details later," she said.
Knowing now that she was playing him, knowing now that she remembered all that she sexually did with him and all that he forbiddingly did with her, he gave her a sexually excited smile. Obviously, she wanted him to think of her as the innocent mother instead of as the incestuous whore. Obviously, she wanted him to think that he was the incestuous pervert and not her. Obviously, she wanted him to think that she didn't sexually want him as much as he sexually wanted her. Obviously, she wanted him to think that she was drunk, that he sexually took advantage of her, and that she didn't remember any of what happened until now.
"You did, Mom. You were giving me a hand job while French kissing me," he said. "Your hand was tightly wrapped around my erect prick while you stroked me faster and harder. Determined to make me cum in the way that I made you cum, you wanted me to cum. Cum, Johnny, cum, you said as you stroked me faster and harder," he said. "Cum, Johnny, cum. Cum for your mother," you said. "Cum for Mom. Cum all over Mommy's hand."
She looked at him with shock. She looked at him with shame. She looked at him with embarrassment filled with remorse. Then, unable to control her naughty smile and sexy look, she looked at him with sexual excitement as if she was remembering all that she did that fateful, drunken night. Giving him a glimmer of hope, that one look made him realized that he may have a chance of not only stripping his mother naked again but also having sex with her naked body again too.
"God. Oh, God. I'm so embarrassed," she said feigning her embarrassment. "I remember now. I remember holding your erect, naked penis in my hand. I remember stroking you and masturbating you. I do," she said. "Tell me, and don't spare me the details, what else did I do when I was drunk? I was so drunk, too drunk to know what I was doing, and obviously too drunk to remember," she said with sadness and abandoning her sexual excitement to give in to her rage.
While obviously now remembering the hand job that she had given her son, she looked at him with shame. While remembering the hand job that his mother had given him, he looked at her with sexual excitement. Obviously, something they both needed to do for closure, it was a positive thing that they were finally discussing what happened. It was better that they cleared the air by confronting the incestuous lust that they obviously harbored for one another.
"It's okay, Mom. Really it is. What's the big deal? You may deem this as incestuous sex but I more think of this as a mother showing the emotional, albeit sexual love she has for her son and a son showing the physical, albeit sexual love that he has for his mother," he said.
Reverting how she was before when he first told her that he had been sexually intimate with her naked body, she replaced her sexual excitement with anger.
"I blame you for not stopping me," she said stabbing his chest with her manicured, index finger. "This was all your fault," she said pushing her hand against his shoulder. "You took sexually advantage of me when I was the most vulnerable and when I was drunk."
She looked at him as if she wanted to slap him again.
"My fault?" Instead of looking at his mother with sexual excitement and lust, he looked at his mother with confusion and hurt. He looked at her as if she was insane. "How was any of that my fault?"
Instead of being angry with her in the way that she was obviously angry with him, he looked at her as if wanted to hold her and kiss her while feeling her through her clothes.
"I was so horny, too horny to sexually control myself. I was drunk, too drunk to stop it. Tell me. What else did I do? Tell me everything and don't leave anything out. I want to know all that I did with you," she said looking at him as she was about to cry again. "I need to know all that you did with me. I need to know all that we did sexually."
He looked as sexually excited as she looked stunned and confused while obviously trying to remember that wonderful night of incestuous sex. Still unsure if she was playing him or really was angry, it was impossibly difficult to read his mother. He had the sudden urge to push her back on the couch and strip her naked. He had the sudden urge to slap his mother in the way she had just slapped him and force her to have sex with him.
"Mom," he said pausing while remembering all that he did with his mother while hoping that his mother would finally remember all that she did with him. "Are you sure you want to know what else you did? Are you sure you want me to tell you everything?"
As if he was her doctor about to tell her that she had a terminal illness, staying strong, she straightened her posture, lifted her chin, and took a big breath while sticking out her chest.
"Yes. Please tell me all that happened," she said. "I need to know so that I can put it all behind me. I need to know so that we can continue living together as mother and son instead of incestuous lovers."
* * * * *
He looked at his mother with as much love as he looked at her with sexual excitement. As much as he wanted to continue living with her as mother and son, he wanted to continue their incestuous, sexual relationship. Now that he had seen her naked and she had seen him naked too, now that they already had sex, why couldn't they have sex again? He'd love nothing more than to live with his mother as her lover. She gave him the best sex he ever had.
"You slid to your knees and," he said with a pause. "You took me in your mouth, Mother. You blew me, Mom. As if you were my hired whore for the night, you sucked my cock while stroking my prick. You gave me the best blowjob I've ever had in my life," he said.
She fell back against the door jamb as if she was about to fall. Flabbergasted with her mouth hanging open, she looked at him aghast. She looked at him as if she was about to faint. She put one hand to the top of her breasts as if she was about to have a heart attack and moved her other hand to the back of the chair to steady herself. Obviously, by her shocked reaction, she didn't remember sucking her son's prick. Obviously, by her shocked reaction, she didn't remember having his big, hard cock in her warm, wet mouth. Obviously, by her shocked reaction, she had no idea that she blew her son.
"Tell me. I want to know. I need to know," she said raising her chin again. "When I was sucking you," she said with a pause. "Did you cum? God, oh, God. Did you cum in my mouth? Tell me that you didn't ejaculate your cum in my mouth," she said crying again. She raised her voice in anger before pausing again. "And if you did ejaculate your cum in my mouth, did I swallow your cum?"
He looked at her as if he was suddenly ashamed when he was more sexually excited remembering his mother blowing him, him cumming in her mouth, and her swallow his cum. In the shocked way that she looked at him mixed with a twinge of sexual excitement when he told her what she did sexually, he couldn't tell if she really didn't remember or if she was sexually teasing him. Whatever she was doing was working. He suddenly had a huge erection in telling his mother all that she sexually did when she was under the influence of alcohol. It's a good thing she got a ride and didn't drive home drunk that night.
"Yes," he said. "You wouldn't stop sucking me and stroking me until I ejaculated my cum in your mouth. You wanted me to cum in your mouth. You kept encouraging me to cum in your mouth. You said over and again, cum, John, cum. Cum in my mouth. Cum in Mommy's mouth. Mommy needs to taste you. Mommy needs to swallow you. Then, after I ejaculated in your mouth, licking me clean while continuing to stroke me and suck me, you swallowed all that I had to give. You gave me the best blowjob I ever had in my life, Mother," he said again.
Instead of being proud that she gave her son the best blowjob that he ever had I his young life, she hung her head in shame.
"I can't believe I blew you. I can't believe you took sexual advantage of me by allowing me to blow you. I can't believe I sucked my own son. I can't believe that I was so drunk and so horny to have sex with you," she said staring up at him. "I can't believe you ejaculated your cum in my mouth and I swallowed your cum. Oh, my God. Oh, my God!"
He looked at his mother apologetically and with sincerity.
"Sorry Mother," he said when he was anything but sorry.
If he was anything, he was happy that his mother allowed him to strip her naked. If he was anything, he was happy that his mother allowed him to have sex with her naked body. If he was anything, he was happy that his mother sucked his cock, allowed him to cum in her mouth, and swallowed his cum. As if she didn't want to hear any more of his apology, she waved his apology off with her hand. Then, she looked at him with hurt and anger.
"And what did you do to me besides kissing me, groping me, and masturbating me? Tell me. I need to know," she said pausing while staring at him. "If it wasn't enough that you masturbated me, did you give me oral sex too? Did you eat your mother's cunt? Did you lick your mother's pussy while fingering your mother's pussy? Did you make love to your mother with your fingers, your tongue, and your cock? Tell me the truth and be honest. Don't lie to me," she said raising her voice again. "Did you make love to me before fucking me? Did you fuck me? Did you fuck your mother? Did you pound my pussy until you gave me a sexual orgasm?"
Unable to hide his sexual excitement, getting off on the way his mother was talking to him, he stared at his mother as if they had just had sex. Unless he was misreading her, she looked at if she was getting off on this sexy, sexual talk as much as he was. Unless he was misreading her, she looked as if she was playing him while sexually arousing him and sexually arousing herself. Unless he was misreading her, he suspected that she remembered everything. The question was, would she allow him to strip her naked again, this time in celebration of Nude Day. The question was, fuck Nude Day, would she allow him to sexually do everything to her again.
Maybe she wasn't drunk but was just pretending to be drunk. Maybe instead of feeling guilty for sexually taking advantage of his drunken mother, she was the incestuous, conniving whore who sexually took advantage of her son while pretending to be drunk. Maybe instead of her being the victim, she was the predator. Maybe instead of him being the predator, he was the victim. Maybe, if he played his cards right, and allowed her to seduce him again, she'd allow him to strip her naked and have sex with him again.
"Yes, Mother, I gave you oral sex after you gave me oral sex. I ate your pussy and you sucked my cock. I licked your cunt and you blew me. While reaching up my horny hand to feel your naked breasts and finger your erect nipples, I licked your pussy while fingering your pussy, and I loved every second of it," he said. "I swallowed every drop of your vaginal secretions in the way that you swallowed every drop of my cum. I'd eat you again, if you'd allow me," he said swinging for the fences while giving her a sexually, forbidden look of lustful desire.
She stared at him with bulging eyes as if her brown eyes were going to pop out of their sockets.
"How could you have oral sex with me? I'm your mother and you're my son? That's wrong. That's nasty. That's incestuous," she said looking up to Heaven and anointing herself before bowing her head and mumbling a prayer of forgiveness. She stared up at him with anger instead of sexual excitement. "What's wrong with you to do that? I can't believe you did that. I can't believe you took sexual advantage of me when I was drunk."
Either she was playing him or either she loved having sex with him. If he had the opportunity to do it over, he'd have sex with his mother again. He'd touch her, feel her, kiss her, eat her, make love to her, and fuck her. He'd allow her to stroke his naked cock before sucking his naked prick and before fucking his mother hard and fast. He'd lick her pussy while fingering her pussy. He'd make her cum again. He'd give her orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock.
"Yes, I made love to you, and yes, I fucked you, Mother. I fucked you hard and I fucked you fast. I fucked you until you screamed my name in sexual passion and until we had an orgasm together and I ejaculated my cum in your cunt. You said that I was the best fuck you ever had, Mother," he said. "Without doubt, having sex with you, Mom, was the best sex that I ever had in my life with anyone," he said looking at his mother with love mixed with sexual excitement. "I'd have sex with you again, if only you'd allow me. I love you, Mom. I love you."
She put her hand to her stomach.
"I'm going to be sick. I can't believe you masturbated me. I can't believe I blew you. I can't believe you ate my pussy, made love to me, and fucked my cunt," she said. "I can't believe you gave me an orgasm with your fingers, your tongue, and with your cock." She looked at him as if trying to put all the puzzle pieces together to remember what happened. "And is that when you put me to bed and put on my nightgown?"
He nodded his head.
"Yes," he said. "With you already naked and passed out asleep, I didn't want you to wake up cold," he said.
She looked at him with a blank stare on her face.
"I still can't believe you saw me naked," she said as if talking to herself while wrapping her arms around herself as if she was suddenly cold and standing there still naked. "I can't believe you saw my naked ass, my naked tits, and my naked pussy. I only wished you had stopped there. I can't believe you had sex with my naked, drunken body," she looked at him as if he was a rapist. "How could you do that to me? Why would you do that to me? How could you do that to your own mother? What's wrong with you, Johnny?"
He shrugged.
"I love you, Mom. I've always been sexually attracted to you. Besides, you know how you get when you won't take no for an answer. You're the one who was so drunk and so horny that you attacked me and practically raped me. With you touching me, feeling me, and kissing me, I didn't have the self-control to say no to you," he said. "With you so sexy, so sexual, so beautiful, and so lovely, no man could say no to you, not even your own son, especially your son."
Now she looked at him with as much embarrassment and shame as she looked at him with sexual excitement.
"If it wasn't enough that you saw me naked, I can't believe we had sex," she said. "I can come to terms with you seeing me naked but I'm unable to wrap my head around us having sex. What we did is wrong. What we did is nasty. What we did is forbidden. What we did is incestuous. What we did is illegal in many states and countries."
As if she was standing before him naked and he was about to have sex with her naked body again, he smiled at her with as much love as he smiled at her with sexual excitement.
"I've always been sexually attracted to you, Mother," he said again offering her no apologies. "I've always sexually lusted over you. I've always masturbated over the thoughts of you naked and having sex with me. I've always wanted to have sex with you and then when you came home drunk that night and with you wanting to have sex with me too, I couldn't say no," he said.
She put her hand up as if the shield herself from his words.
"Stop," she said.
She looked at him as if he had raped her.
"If it's any consolation, you do have a beautiful body, Mother," he said with another dirty laugh. "You have a better body than many of the woman my age that I dated. If it's any consolation, you gave me the best sex I ever had in my life," he said.
She made a face as if he had just insulted her instead of complimented her.
"I can't take hearing anymore. Please stop," she said. "You won't be seeing this woman naked ever again and we'll never have sex again," she said with a dirty laugh. "What's done is done. We need to act as if this deplorable, sexual act that never happened and will never happen again."
* * * * *
Now he looked as if she had just slapped him across his face again for giving her what she so wanted compliments, attention, and sex.
"A deplorable, sexual act that never happened and that will never happen again? What the Hell is that about? Why not?"
'Being that he had already seen her naked and she had seen him naked, why couldn't they see one another naked again? Being that he already had sex with her naked body and she had sex with his naked body, why couldn't he have sex with her again?'
She rolled her eyes and sighed loudly.
"Why not? How can you even ask me that? I'll tell you why not," she said giving him a hard, cold stare? "Because I'm your mother and you're my son, that's why. Sex between a mother and son is forbidden. It's incest," she said. "What's wrong with you? Just as I won't allow you to see me naked ever again, we must never have sex ever again."
He looked at her with sexual lust while she looked at him with anger. Being that the horse was already out of the barn, John didn't see anything wrong with taking the horse for another ride.
"Being that we've already seen one another naked and being that we already had sex, why can't we go to a nude beach together in celebration of Nude Day," he asked? "What's the big deal?"
She shook her head as if he asked her to have sex with him again.
"Nude beach? Nude Day? What's wrong with you? We can't do that," she said. "People will talk. If anyone sees us naked together that I know or that you know, I'd be so embarrassed."
She looked at him as if he was a violent rapist instead of her loving son.
"I don't understand, Mother. It's Nude Day today, the one day of the year that we can legally celebrate the nude holiday by getting naked."
He looked at her as if she was punishing him instead of rewarding him for the beautiful sexual orgasms that he gave his mother.
"For us to be nude together at a public beach would not only be incestuous but also wrong on so many levels," she said.
He shrugged his shoulders while making a face as if he didn't care if anyone he knew or she knew saw him naked with his naked mother.
"It isn't as if we're going to have sex again mother. We'll just be celebrating Nude Day by getting naked," he said. "What's the big deal? What's wrong with having some naked fun at the beach?"
She shook her head no again.
"Well, you can go to a nude beach to celebrate Nude Day with someone else. You can get naked with someone else other than me," she said. "That travesty of inappropriate, sexual behavior will never happen again."
John gave his mother a loving smile.
"I would go to a nude beach to celebrate Nude Day with someone other than you if I could but I don't have a girlfriend," he said. "Besides, I'd rather be naked with you," he said giving her a sexily inviting smile.
As if they were at a stalemate, she looked at him without emotion. She looked at him as if she was thinking of an alternative activity other than them getting naked. She looked at him with motherly understanding and maternal support.
"Maybe there's something else that we can do today, other than getting naked and/or having sex," she said looking at him with patient understanding. "What else would you like to do other than going to a nude beach?"
Not wanting to drop the subject of celebrating Nude Day naked with his naked mother, and as if he had a eureka moment, he continued to pressure his mother to get naked.
"Instead of going out, what if we stayed home," he suggested. "We can still celebrate Nude Day by getting naked here but in the privacy of our own home," he said and would say anything to see his mother naked again.
Making a face as if she was in physical pain, she turned to him as if he had just stuck a pin in her.
"Get it through your mind, John, that I'm not going to get naked in front of you," she said. "You will never see my naked body ever again. Do you understand?"
He looked at her with as much disappointment as he looked at her with hurt.
"Why not?"
She looked at him with as much exasperation as she looked at him with sexual frustration.
"Because that's just nasty," she said. "That's just wrong. That's incestuous."
She left the living room for the safety and the privacy of her bedroom. Only, not done talking to her about them celebrating Nude Day naked, he followed her. Having waited more than two, long, sexually frustrating years to open Pandora's Box, he wasn't ready to close this can of worms. It was one thing to see his mother naked and have sex with her naked body when she was drunk, horny, and vulnerable but he wanted to see his mother naked and have sex with her naked body when she was sober. He wanted to see her naked and have sex with her again now.
* * * * *
Obviously not taking no for an answer, he persevered. Since they already discussed all that they sexually did, he felt more confidently comfortable to sexually solicit his mother by asking her to get naked with him in celebration of Nude Day. He suspected that she remembered getting naked with him before so why should it matter for her to get naked with him now? Without asking her for sex, which is what he really wanted, he said all that he could think to say to coerce her to strip herself naked with him.
"I'll get naked if you get naked," he said. 'I can't wait to see my mother naked again,' he thought while already undressing her with his eyes.
Taking the chance, a gutsy move on his part, he reached out his right hand to feel her left breast through her blouse and bra. After more than two years of sexual frustration, he was feeling his mother's tit again, albeit through her clothes. He not only couldn't believe that he was feeling his mother's breast through her clothes but also that she was allowing him to feel her breast through her clothes.
'Oh, my God,' he thought. I don't believe this. Is this really happening?'
Then, not stopping there, not sexually satisfied with just feeling her big breast through her blouse, as soon as her nipple made its impression known, he fingered her nipple through her bra. Knowing how much playing with his mother's nipples turned her on, he pulled, turned, twisted, pinched, and squeezed his mother's nipple with his fingertip through her clothes. Knowing how much fingering his mother's nipples sexually aroused her before, he was hoping to sexually arouse her again. He was hoping that she'd want him to finger her naked nipple before fingering her naked pussy.
A good sign, instead of resisting his sexual touch of her big breast, she surprised him when she didn't slap his hand away. She surprised him when she didn't take a step back and move out of his reach. She surprised him when she didn't push him away, slap him, and/or rebuke him. Instead, she stared down at his hand feeling her breast and his fingertips fingering her nipple through her clothes. If her allowing him to feel her tit and finger her nipple wasn't a telling sign enough that she sexually wanted him, then he didn't know what was. If him feeling her tit and fingering her nipple wasn't a telling sign that he sexually wanted her, then he didn't know what was.
Persevering in his sexual, incestuous desire to convince his mother to strip off her clothes in celebration of Nude Day, his best telling sign, he watched her brown eyes for her reaction. A look without emotion, a look that only a mother can give her son when admonishing him without words, instead of showing him her sexual arousal, she gave him a stone, cold stare. Continuing to make his sexual move in his hope of sexually arousing her, he reached his other hand to feel her other breast while fingering her other nipple.
Not only did she allow him to feel her both her big breasts through her clothes but also she allowed him to finger both her erect nipples through her clothes too. As if he wasn't sexually molesting his mother, she ignored his hands touching her, feeling her, and fingering her. Now that he was sexually feeling her breasts, now that she was allowing him to finger her nipples, he wished he had sexually felt her months ago.
'This was easy,' he thought.
He looked at her looking at him. As if he was pinning a corsage on her chest, she seemed oblivious to him sexually abusing her. With her not stopping him from touching her breasts and fingering her nipples in such a sexual way, he continued feeling his mother's tits while fingering his mother's nipples. He wondered if he was getting to her. A good sign that her nipples were already hard and erect, he wondered if, as she did before, he was sexually exciting her by fingering her nipples. She stared down at his hands feeling her breasts and his fingers fingering her nipples before looking up at him.
"If you want to walk around the house naked in front of me as your personal and private celebration of Nude Day feel free but I refuse to celebrate the Nude Day holiday with you by getting naked too," she said. "If it wasn't bad enough that you stripped me naked on my fortieth birthday, it was wrong that you took sexual advantage of my drunken, naked body by having sex with me. Just as it was wrong that you touched and felt my breasts, and fingered my nipples in a sexual way then, it's wrong that you're touching and feeling my breasts, and fingering my nipples now," she said staring down at his hand again.
Obviously, that was how she was going to play this silly, sexual game of forbidden desire. She was content to maintain that she was the victim and he was the brute. If she wanted to play that game of victim and predator, then he could play that game too. Being that he already had the reputation of a perverted son stripping his mother naked against her will, he decided to earn that reputation by stripping his mother naked against her will. Being that he already had the reputation of forcing his mother to have incestuous sex with him, he decided to earn that reputation by forcing his mother to have sex with him now.
He stepped closer to his mother, looked deeply in her big, brown, beautiful eyes and wrapped one arm around her shoulder and his other arm around her waist. Ready to have his wild, wicked, sexual way with her naked body in the way that he had his wild, wicked, sexual way with her naked body more than two-years ago, he was ready to strip her naked. Ready to have his wild, wicked, sexual way with her naked body, he was ready to force his mother to have sex with him. Ready to give her an orgasm with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock, he was ready to finger, lick, and fuck his mother.
"I love you, Mom," he said testing the incestuous water by giving her a peck on the lips. "I love you, Mom," he said again and giving her a longer kiss but without parting her lips with his tongue.
Surprising him, as if she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her and as if he was some other man other than her son, she closed her eyes and returned his kiss with her kiss.
'Wow,' he thought while kissing his mother. 'That was easy.'
She kissed him as if he was her lover instead of her son.
"I love you, too, John," she said kissing him.
Continuing to make his sexual move on his mother, he kissed her again, this time while parting her lips. Not pulling away or pushing him away, she surprised him again when she relinquished her tongue to his. He was French kissing his mother and she was returning his French kiss with her deep, wet kiss. He couldn't believe he was French kissing his mother and she was French kissing him.
'Holy smokes,' he thought. 'This is unbelievable.'
Now that she wasn't drunk, horny, and vulnerable, he couldn't believe he was French kissing his mother. Even more unbelievable, he couldn't believe she was returning his French kisses. Kissing her again and again, he couldn't believe he was making out with his mother while feeling her tits and fingering her nipples through her clothes. Kissing him again and again, he couldn't believe she was allowing him to make out with her while feeling her tits and fingering her nipples through her clothes.
'Wow, I don't believe this,' he thought. 'Maybe she does sexually want me as much as I sexually want her. Maybe I don't have to force her to strip naked. Maybe she'd willingly strip naked in celebration of Nude Day. Maybe I don't have to force her to have sex. Maybe she'd allow me to have sex with her naked body.'
Then, while continuing to explore his mother's mouth with his tongue, exploring his mother's breasts with his hands, and continuing to finger her nipples with his fingers, he dropped his hand from her waist to her hips. Touching and squeezing her round, firm ass while feeling her breast and fingering her nipple with his other hand, she allowed him to feel her shapely backside through her short skirt and panties while kissing her. Testing the sexual, incestuous water, slapping her ass hard enough to make her jump, he slapped his mother's ass through her short skirt and bikini panties hard, as hard as he slapped her ass on her fortieth birthday.
If feeling her tits and fingering her nipples weren't enough, then slapping her ass as hard as he could should give her sexual motor a jumpstart in readiness to do whatever he desired with his mother. Unfortunately, when he tried moving his hand to the front of her and tried to move his hand beneath her short skirt to cup her pussy through her panties as he had done more than two-years ago, she resisted. As soon as he touched her panty clad pussy with his fingertips, she balked. She pushed him away, took a step back, and fluffed down her skirt.
'Oh, oh, too much too soon,' he thought. 'Not so fast. Slow down, John,' he scolded himself. 'Give her more time to adjust to us becoming lovers.'
* * * * *
Playing the oblivious son in the way she had so supremely played the innocent mother, he asked her his probing question.
"What's wrong, Mother?"
As if he had already stripped her naked and fingered her naked cunt, she looked at him horrified.
"What the Hell are you doing?" She looked at him as if he was insane and he was insane with incestuous, sexual lust for his mother. He sexually wanted her now in the way that he had sexually wanted her before. "I'm not going to have sex with you, Johnny," she said.
As if he was her little boy again, she called him Johnny. She never called him Johnny unless she was mad or annoyed with him. Tempted to do so, he was tempted to slap her across her face in the way that she slapped him across his face. Tempted to do so, he was tempted to strip her naked. Tempted to do so, he was tempted to grab a handful of his mother's hair and pull it hard enough to force her to her knees. Tempted to do so, he was tempted to hold her nose closed until she opened her mouth and impale her not so virginal mouth with his already erect prick.
Taking her up on her earlier invitation to strip himself naked and celebrate Nude Day alone without her and in the privacy of his house, in one liquid motion, he removed his tee shirt. Then, goading her, sexually teasing her, and testing her for her sexual reaction, ready to strip naked in front of his mother again, he reached his hand down to unbutton and unzip his jeans. He kicked off his sneakers and removed his socks before removing his jeans and his underwear. He was naked. John stood naked in front of his mother again in the way that he stood naked in front of her on her fortieth birthday.
Naked pussy for naked cock, naked ass for naked ass, and naked tits for naked testicles, he hoped his mother would take his not so subtle hint and strip herself naked too. He hoped for once to learn if, indeed, his mother was drunk on that fateful night more than two, long, sexually frustrating years ago when she came home horny and vulnerable. He hoped for once to learn if, indeed, his mother sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. Having wasted more than two years in sexual and incestuous denial, he didn't want to waste any more time in not knowing what his mother was sexually thinking or incestuously wanted.
"Fine," he said making eye contact with his mother. "If you won't celebrate Nude Day with me, then I'll celebrate Nude Day by myself," he said moving his hands away from his naked body to allow her to better see his erect, naked prick.
As much as it sexually excited him to see his mother's naked body so long ago, it sexually excited him to think about seeing his mother's naked body now. As much as it sexually excited to feel her big breasts while fingering her erect nipples through her clothes then, it sexually excited him to feel her big breasts while fingering her erect nipples through her clothes now. As much as it sexually excited him to expose his erect, naked cock to his mother before, it sexually excited him to expose his erect, naked cock to his mother now.
In the way that he had just felt her up while French kissing her, he hoped that she'd return the favor and French kiss him while stroking his prick. Thinking that she'd look away, he was surprised when his mother stared down at his erection in the way that he had been staring at her breasts and at the impressions her erect nipples made through her blouse and bra. She looked up at his face again before staring down at his cock again.
Obviously, by the long, salacious stare she gave her son, especially the long, lingering look that she gave his erect, naked penis, she was interested in, hopefully, having sex with him again. He couldn't wait to give her the same long, salacious stare and long, lingering look that she gave him once she stripped herself naked. Not wasting any more time with small talk, begging, pleading, and/or arguing about her stripping naked or not stripping naked for Nude Day, she told him what she wanted without any further coercion from him.
* * * * *
"If I get naked with you..." she said pausing and making eye contact with him as if she was sexually seducing him with her sexy look. "Can we stop this immature foolishness and forget we ever had sex?"
Then, not even waiting for him to answer, out of the clear blue, she slowly and sexily began unbuttoning her blouse. As if he had never seen the tops of his mother's breasts, her long, line of cleavage, and her in her low-cut, sexy bra before, he stared. As if doing a sexy striptease, taking her slow, sweet time to allow him to see what each unbuttoned button revealed before unbuttoning the next button, she exposed the tops of her breasts, her long line of sexy cleavage, and her low-cut bra to his horny eyes.
"I'd agree to anything, Mother, to see you naked again," said John with unhidden sexual excitement and incestuous lust.
With her blouse half unbuttoned and with her not in a rush to remove her blouse and/or to strip herself naked, she took the time to unbutton the buttons on her cuffs while watching him staring at her.
"If I get naked with you now, we can never have this conversation again about you stripping me naked and having sex with my naked body," she said with warning while further sexually teasing him. As if he was her boyfriend, her lover, or her husband instead of her son, she gave him a sexy smile and a naughty look. "Going into this with my eyes wide open and my facilities free of alcohol, this will be my closure to you taking sexual advantage of me when I was drunk, horny, and vulnerable." She looked at him as if he was in big trouble. "This will be my turn to take sexual advantage of you."
'Bring it,' he thought. 'Use me and sexually abuse me,' he thought. 'In the way that I made you my sexy bitch of a whore back then, I dare you to make me your erotic bastard of a whoremaster now.'
As if she was stripping naked just for him, and she was, he watched her unbutton the rest of her blouse before he answered and agreed to her stipulation of her stripping herself naked. Obviously, even though her removing her clothes came with a condition, he knew that this was a sexy game that she needed to play to remain his innocent mother. By putting the onus on him, maintaining her status as the victim instead of the predator, she'd still be continuing to make him the perverted villain in her game of mother and son incestuous sex.
"Of course, Mother, whatever you want. I agree to anything and all of your conditions for you to strip off your clothes, for me to see you naked, and for me to have sex with your naked body again," he said.
Ready to cross the incestuous, forbidden line, even though he wanted to see his mother's sexy, shapely, and naked body, what he really wanted was sex, incestuous sex. Being that she was sober instead of drunk, he didn't want her to feel that he took sexual advantage of her, even though she was the one who took sexual advantage of him then as she still was now. Just as she wanted to have sex with him with her eyes, wide open, he wanted to have sex with his mother with his eyes wide open too.
He wanted to know, for once and for all, if she sexually wanted him as much as he wanted her. With her stripping herself naked, he needed to know if his mother was an incestuous exhibitionist in the way that he was an incestuous voyeur. He needed to know if his mother was an incestuous whore as much as he was an incestuous pervert. He wanted to be her incestuous whoremaster while she was his incestuous whore of a bitch.
* * * * *
Enjoying his mother's slow and voluntary striptease show, he stared at her while watching her slowly remove her blouse. She was removing her blouse in the way that he removed her blouse before. He couldn't believe she was removing her blouse again now. With her not drunk this time and with her undressing herself, she had no excuse of him stripping her naked.
Taking her sweet time in exposing the tops of her breasts, her long, line of sexy cleavage, and her bra clad breasts, she folded her blouse and placed it on her bed. Then, with her not done and/or sexually satisfied with just showing her son her bra clad breasts, John continued staring at his MILF of a mother while watching her unbutton and unzip her short skirt. As if watching her unzip her skirt in slow motion, his mother unzipped her skirt so deliberately slow that he could count the clicks of the zipper going down.
'Click, click, click, click, click...'
He stared as she exposed the side of her white, bikini panties to his horny and appreciative eyes.
'Oh, my God. She's really going to undress in front of me. I can't believe this. My MILF of a mother is really going to strip herself naked. This is so unbelievable. This is so sexually exciting.'
In the way that he stood before his mother naked, she stood before him in her sexy bra and matching bikini panties. For a 42-year-old woman, with her toned, flat stomach and long, shapely legs, she had a beautiful body. She looked more like a 35-year-old woman than a 42-year-old woman. He viewed her as more of his girlfriend, his mistress, his lover, or his wife, than he viewed her as his mother.
"Let's have a drink in honor of Nude Day," he said while nervously frozen in place and ready to watch his mother remove her brassiere.
Yet, not sexually satisfied in just seeing his mother naked again, instead, hoping to get his mother drunk and to have sex with her again, he was ready to make her a few gin and tonics with tequila chasers. If getting her drunk was what it took to have sex with her, he was ready to ply her with copious amounts of alcohol. If her needing the excuse of being drunk to have sex with him, that was okay with him too.
Obviously wanting to keep her wits about her, and obviously wanting to sexually take advantage of him in the way that he sexually took advantage of her, she shook her head no to having a drink. She surprised him by not wanting a drink. John feared that if his mother wasn't drunk, stripping herself naked was one thing, she'd never have sex with him. Only, unbeknownst to him, his mother had a whole another agenda of what she wanted to do with her son.
As if she was a stripper instead of his mother, she stared at her son while removing her bra. One slow, sexy bra strap at a time, she exposed the tops of her breasts to John's horny eyes. Then, as if there was a drumroll of suspense, she reached around herself to seductively unhook her bra. With her bra straps suspended from her shoulders, she held her naked breasts in place with her hand holding her bra cups.
Then, she removed her arm from her bra strap, first one and then the other, while still holding her bra cups in place with her hand. As if she was a whore of a hooker named Lizzie instead of his MILF of a mother named Elizabeth, she ever so slowly removed her bra cups, first one and then the other. After a long, sexually salacious minute, peeling off her bra cups as if peeling off paint, his mother was topless.
'Oh, my God. Finally, I'm seeing my mother's naked tits again. I love her shapely breasts, her brown areolas, and her erect nipples,' he thought while staring and leering at her big, naked tits.
With his mother topless, he was dying to see her naked. With his mother ready to strip herself naked, he wanted to have sex with her. Ready to make her a stiff drink, a double gin and tonic with a tequila chaser, to guarantee him having his wild, wicked sexual way with her naked body, when he turned to leave her bedroom to make her a drink, she stopped him.
"If you don't mind, I'd rather not drink," she said with a sexy smile. "I'd rather be clearheaded and sober instead of being drunk and out of control," she said giving him a naughty look.
If it wasn't enough that his mother stood before him in her bra and panties, now she stood before him topless. His mother was topless. Her naked breasts were only a few feet away from his horny hands. He couldn't believe he was finally seeing her naked tits again.
"No problem," he said. "We don't have to have a drink to celebrate Nude Day naked."
'Wow,' he thought. 'In the way that our conversation was turning sour about her going to a nude beach to celebrate Nude Day naked with me, I never thought I'd ever be seeing my mother topless again. I never thought I'd ever be seeing her naked breasts again.'
Continuing her slow and seductive striptease, next, if slowly and seductively removing her bra wasn't enough, she slowly and seductively removed her panties. As if there was strippers' music playing in the background, she ever so slowly slid her bright, white, bikini panties down her tummy, over her round buttocks, down past her black, trimmed pubic hair, and all the way down and off her long, shapely legs.
She was naked. His mother was naked. After seeing his MILF of a mother in her sexy bra and bikini panties before seeing her topless, he couldn't believe he was finally seeing his mother naked again.
'A sight for sore eyes. This is unbelievable. My beautiful, sexy mother is naked. I don't believe this,' he thought while staring at her as if he had never seen her naked before. 'I can't believe I'm seeing her naked ass, her naked pussy, and her naked breasts.'
He couldn't believe his eyes. He couldn't believe his mother was naked. His mother was naked. If it wasn't enough that he was seeing his mother's naked tits again, he was seeing her naked pussy and her naked ass again too.
"After getting drunk and forgetting what I did, I'd rather remain sober to remember all that I'm about to do," she said giving him a sexy smile with a salacious look.
When she told him that she'd rather remain sober to remember all that she was about to do, she said that in a sexy voice that made him think that his mother would be a natural at giving men phone sex.
'Fuck me,' he thought. 'This is unbelievable, totally outrageous. My mother wants to take sexually advantage of me in the way that I took sexual advantage of her,' he thought while laughing to himself. 'Bring it, Mommy. Give it your best shot. I can take whatever you sexually dish.'
He returned her sexy and naughty look with his sexy smile and naughty look.
"No problem, Mom. It's too early to have a drink anyway," he said while willing to say anything to see his mother naked again.
She stepped close enough to him to take hold of his erect, naked prick. She stepped close enough for him to feel her naked tits, fondle her naked breasts, and finger her erect nipples. She stepped close enough for him to slap her naked ass. She stepped close enough for him to finger her black, trimmed pussy while giving her a deep, wet kiss, and making out with his mother again. Then, as if it wasn't enough that she stripped herself naked as she did on her fortieth birthday, she surprised him with what she said next.
* * * * *
"If I have sex with you now..." she said with a pause while staring in his eyes as if she was making a pact and a verbal contract. "You can never mention me stripping myself naked and us having sex again? I mean it. Not only can you never tell anyone but also we mustn't even discuss this between ourselves," she said.
She wrapped her manicured fingers around his cock and slowly started stroking him.
"Mom," he said breathlessly. "Mom," was all that he could say. "Mom, yes, I promise. I'll never mention you stripping yourself naked and us having sex ever again to anyone, including between ourselves," he said willing to say and agree to anything she wanted at that point.
She stepped closer still and, now playing the part of the predator instead of the victim, parting his lips with her tongue, she kissed him while stroking his erect, naked prick.
"Being that we're both naked and I'm about to take your erect prick in my mouth, call me Elizabeth instead of Mom," she said whispering in his ear. "Happy Nude Day, John," she said moving to her knees to take his engorged prick in her mouth again.
He looked at her as if he was dreaming. He stared at her as if he was having a sexual fantasy. He leered at her as if she was someone else other than his mother. Yet, there was no one as beautiful, sexy, and shapely as his MILF of a Mom.
"Okay, Elizabeth," he said.
He stared down at her staring up at him. He watched her stroke his prick while sucking his prick. His sexual fantasy coming true again, he couldn't believe he was having sex with his naked mother on Nude Day.
'I don't believe this,' he thought. 'I can't believe this. My mother is blowing me,' he thought while staring down at her big, brown eyes staring up at him with her mouth stuffed with his prick. 'After all that going back and forth bullshit about her not celebrating Nude Day naked with me, I can't believe she willingly stripped herself naked. I can't believe she voluntarily is sucking my cock again,' he thought.
Stroking him, his mother was blowing him. Unable to wrap his mind around her giving him oral sex without her even being drunk, he couldn't believe his mother was on her knees and sucking his cock again. Now he wondered if his mother was as sober that naughty night as she was now. Even though he appreciated her sucking his prick while staring up at him, albeit not just wanting a blowjob, he wanted more. Not ready to cum just yet, he wanted to eat his mother's pussy. He wanted to make love to his mother before fucking her. He wanted to give her orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock.
He pulled his mother up to a standing position. Kissing her, French kissing her, he could taste himself on her tongue. It sexually aroused him to taste his prick in his mother's mouth. Now he couldn't wait to eat her pussy so that she could taste herself on his tongue too.
* * * * *
As if on their Honeymoon, he picked her up in his arms and carried her to her bed. In the way that he did when she was drunk and sleeping after he stripped her naked and they had sex, he gently placed her on the bed and moved beside her in the way that he did when putting in her nightgown. Only, once beside her, instead of putting on her nightgown, he kissed her while fingering her nipples and rubbing her clit. Once beside her, he was ready to have his wild, wicked, sexual way with his mother again.
"I love you, John," she said.
He stared at his mother as if she was his dream woman. He stared at his mother as if she was his soulmate. With her straight black hair, big brown eyes, and olive complexion, he stared at her as if she was Cleopatra and he was Mark Antony. He stared at her as if she was his Juliette and he was her Romeo.
'I can't believe this is happening again. I can't believe my mother stripped herself naked. I can't believe I'm having sex with my naked mother again,' he thought.
She returned his stare with as much sexual and incestuous lust as he was staring at her.
"I love you, Elizabeth," he said.
She was already so wet. She was wet enough for him to mount her. He couldn't wait to make love to his mother again. He couldn't wait to fuck his mother hard and fast and fast again in the way he fucked her on her 40th birthday. He couldn't wait to really pound his mother's pussy and really bang her cunt. He couldn't wait to give his mother an orgasm with his cock. He couldn't wait to cum in his mother's cunt before cumming in his mother's mouth and then giving her face, hair, and tits a cum bath.
He couldn't wait to do everything that a son should never sexually do with his mother. He couldn't wait to lick and finger her cunt in the way he had done before. He couldn't wait to give her an orgasm with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock. Then, after he made love to her and fucked her, he couldn't wait to her to suck his cock again and cum in her mouth.
"Maybe next year we can go to the nude beach to celebrate Nude Day," she said laughing with glee. "Yet, for now..." she said dramatically pausing.
He gave her a big wide grin while imagining going to a nude beach with his mother.
"I'd like that, Mom. I'd love nothing more than to have sex with you in the water," he said kissing her while ready to climb on top of her.
* * * * *
Surprising him, she reached in her nightstand drawer and pulled out two scarves. As if he was her sexual slave and she was ready to have bondage and sadomasochism, dominant sex with her son, she tied his right wrist to the bedpost before tying his left wrist to her other bedpost. When she pulled her scarves tighter, too tight for him to escape, he looked at his mother with as much shock as he looked at her with sexual excitement.
"Mom? What's this? He smiled. "What are you doing? Now, this is a different side of you that I never knew you had," he said laughing.
His mother tied him to her bed. He couldn't believe his mother tied him to her bed. Instead of answering him, she reached beneath her bed and pulled out a paddle the size of a tennis racket but without the plastic netting. She turned his naked body to the left and on his side before paddling his ass hard.
'Whack!'
"No talking unless I tell you to speak," she said.
He looked at her stunned.
"That fucking hurt," he said.
She moved to the other side of the bed and was ready to turn both of his ass cheeks red. She moved his naked body to his right side to paddle his other ass cheek with her paddle.
'Whack!'
"I told you not to speak," she said in a demonic voice that he wouldn't have recognized if his mother wasn't standing in front of him speaking.
Still not learning his lesson, being the fool that he obviously was, he spoke again.
"Mom? What the fuck? That really hurt," he said.
Testing her dominance over him, she reached down between his legs and squeezed his testicles hard enough to make his eyes tear. Not daring to scream out in pain, having learned his lesson of pain and discipline now, he remained silent. She left him tied to the bed to open her bureau drawer to retrieve black, leather crotchless panties and a black, leather bra with open bra cups.
With her black hair tied back in a severe ponytail enough to give anyone a headache, Madam Elizabeth mounted her son. Instead of mounting his hard, erect cock and sliding his big dick in her warm, wet pussy, she mounted his head. His mother sat on her son's face. She lowered her naked, warm, wet pussy over his mouth. Rubbing her wet cunt all over his mother and face, his nose, mouth, and cheeks glistened with her vaginal secretions.
"Lick me, bitch. Eat your mother's cunt. Lick me harder. Lick me faster. Don't stop licking me until you make me cum," she said reaching behind him to pinch his nipples while rubbing her vaginal secretions all over her son's face again. "Trust me for what I say is true, if you don't make me cum, you'll have Hell to pay," she said reaching behind her again to pinch his nipples harder.
Licking her faster and licking her harder, John licked his mother as deep as his tongue would reach. He nibbled on her clit in between licking her pussy hole as fast and as hard as he could. Even though his tongue tired and his jaw hurt, afraid of her painful consequences, he didn't stop eating his mother's cunt until she screamed out her orgasm.
"John. I'm cumming. Oh, my God. Don't stop. Lick me faster. Lick me harder. Lick my pussy, John. Eat Mommy's cunt," she said.
Collapsing after her sexual, oral orgasm, Liz leaned forward to kiss her son with deep, wet kisses before she moved her pussy from his face. In the way that he tasted his cock on his mother's tongue, obviously sexually pleasing her when he did so, he regurgitated his saliva and filled his mother's mouth with her pussy juices. Then, mounting him again but this time mounting his cock, Liz reached down to take her son's prick in her hand before positioning his erect cock by her wet pussy.
In just a few gentle humps, with her son eventually humping her as much, as fast, and as hard as she was humping him, he was already deep inside his mother's cunt. John was making love to his mother. Elizabeth was making love to her son. As he did more than two years before, John was having sexual intercourse with his mother. As she did more than two-years ago, Elizabeth was having sexual intercourse with her son. He couldn't believe he was making love to his mother again. He couldn't believe his mother was making love to him.
Obviously not satisfied with him just making sweet, gently love to her, she humped him, banged him, and fucked her son as if she was riding the mechanical bull at Bob's Big, Beef Barbeque and Bull Mechanical Riding Bar. John returned his mother's hard humps with his hard humps and Liz returned her son's hard humps with her hard humps. Within just a few minutes, they were fucking one another in the way that they fucked one another more than two-years ago.
John was fucking his mother. He couldn't believe he was fucking his mother. Elizabeth was fucking her son. He couldn't believe his mother was fucking him as hard and as fast as he was fucking her. As if this all was a surreal dream, John couldn't believe that he was fucking his mother in the way that he had fucked her before. Within just a few minutes, with him not daring to cum too, she was having another sexual orgasm again.
"John! John! Oh, my God, John. I'm going to cum. Mommy's going to cum. Don't stop. Fuck me harder. Fuck me faster. Fuck me, John. Fuck me. Oh, God," she said collapsing on him again after having another sexual orgasm.
* * * * *
Yet, if it wasn't enough that mother and son celebrated Nude Day naked, mother and son had incestuous sex on Nude Day. He celebrated the Nude holiday in the way that he had envisioned, fantasized, masturbated over celebrating Nude Day naked with his naked mother. Only, alas, unfortunately and tragically for John, no longer her son, unbeknownst to him, he was her prisoner.
"Mom? You can untie me now. Mom? My hands are falling asleep. Please untie me," he said.
Before she untied his wrists, she locked an electronic dog collar around his neck, the same dog collar that Devil, their deceased Bullmastiff wore. Pulling the collar tighter, she fastened it on the last hole, before locking it with a lock. With the property already electronically electrified to keep their dog from straying when he was alive, she planned on keeping her son from straying too. She made a bed for him in their finished basement and gave him enough chain for him to make it to the bathroom to pee, shit, shave, and shower.
The only day that he was allowed to go outside in the backyard was on Nude Day. The rest of the year, he stayed in the house, usually chained down the cellar and only brought upstairs to sexually service his mother. Over the next twelve, imprisoned months, Elizabeth didn't free her son until she attended a nude beach with him in celebration of Nude Day.
As if it was meant to be, John and Elizabeth met a naked man at the nude beach, Robert with his naked daughter, Julie. An immediate connection, with the four of them already having so very much in common, Elizabeth fell in love with Robert and John fell in love with Julie. With Nude Day their favorite holiday, the four of them celebrated Nude Day together every year at the nude beach.
No longer her sexual prisoner, once John was free of his mother, it didn't take him long to get his life back. He found a good job and married Julie after his mother married Robert. With no one knowing what goes on behind closed bedroom doors or down in the finished basements, their little, dirty, incestuous secret was safe between the four of them.
With the four of them still incestuously attracted to one another and in love with each other, they continued to keep their dirty, little secret between them. Just as John didn't tell anyone other than his wife that he had incestuous sex with his mother, his wife didn't tell anyone other than her husband that she had incestuous sex with her father. Just as his mother didn't tell anyone other than her husband that she had incestuous sex with her son, her husband didn't tell anyone other than his wife that he had incestuous sex with his daughter.
Yet, even though they were all happily married, they still celebrated Nude Day, the naked holiday together. During every Nude Day, naked holiday, the four of them had fond memories of the incestuous sex they had throughout the year. During every Nude Day, they attended a nude beach together.
Subscribing to the rule, "The family that has incestuous sex together, stays together."
Just as John continued having incestuous sex with his mother and his mother continued having incestuous sex with her son, Julie's father continued having incestuous sex with his daughter and his daughter continued having incestuous sex with her father.
THE END
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