Capítulo 105: Mother and Son Sleep Together Ch. 02
byMotherandSonTrueConfessions©
Mother and son sleep together in her bed.
Continued from Chapter 1:
"Yes, of course, I held a naked breast in my hand before but this is different. This is your breast, Mom, my mother's breast," he said pausing as if rethinking what he was about to say. "To be honest, it's much more sexually exciting to hold your naked breast in my hand than to hold any other women's naked breast in my hand," he said while not hiding his sexual excitement. "There's just something more sexually exciting when seeing, touching, feeling, and fondling my mother's naked tit," he said while touching, feeling, and fondling his mother's naked breast.
In the way that his cock grew and hardened while pressed against his mother's nearly, naked ass, after he confessed how he felt holding her breast, he felt her nipple hardening and erecting against the palm of his hand. Seemingly reacting to what he confessed, she sexually squirmed in bed. Obviously, unless she was still cold, she was just as sexually aroused as he was sexually excited. If it wasn't enough that he was holding his mother's naked breasts, now he was feeling her erect nipple pushing against the palm of his hand.
If it wasn't enough that he was holding her naked breast, he wanted to finger her erect nipple. An unexpected pleasure, he still couldn't believe she put his hand on her naked breast. If it wasn't enough that he was sleeping in her bed, he still couldn't believe that he was holding her huge, D cup breast in his horny hand. His mother's tit. He always wanted to see his mother's naked tit and now he was holding his mother's naked tit.
He couldn't believe he was not only spooning her but also dry humping her while grinding his erect, pajama clad prick against her. Wishing he could fuck her and cum inside of her, he'd love nothing more than to have sex with his mother. He wished he had the audacity to push up her nightgown, pull down her panties, and insert himself inside of her warm, wet cunt. He wondered what his mother would do if he did. Yet, not wanting to pressure her by rushing her, he feared she'd ask him to leave her bed.
With tits, especially big tits, his favorite, female body part, holding her tit while feeling his mother's naked breast was much more sexually exciting than holding and feeling the naked breast of a stranger. Holding her tit, his mother's tit, was more sexually exciting than holding the naked breast of a famous actress or a sexy celebrity. If he had to pick one tit to hold, he'd choose his mother's tit. Now that he was holding his mother's naked breast in his horny hand and with her obviously giving him the green light to hold her naked breast, he so wanted to finger her nipple.
"I don't mind you touching me, feeling me, fondling me, and caressing my naked breast, William, just don't finger my nipple," she said turning her head to him on her pillow to look at him. "Okay? As much as I know you want to, it's enough that I'm allowing you to see and hold my naked breast but please don't finger my nipple. That's just wrong. That's just nasty."
Once again, she said what he was thinking. Questioning and suspecting her motives, she looked at him as if daring him to touch her nipple. Receiving more mixed, sexual signals from his mother, he was confused. He wasn't sure what she wanted, did she want him to finger her nipple or not. Did she want to sleep or did she want him to give her sex. Obviously, with him already holding her big, naked breast in the palm of his hand, her nipple was off limits. Yet, with him horny now, he wondered if sex was off limits, too.
Seemingly, as if she could read his mind, he couldn't believe she said what he was thinking again. He wondered if her nipples were the only, sexual parts of her that were off limits. With her not saying that he couldn't, does that mean that he could finger her pussy? Wondering if she was already wet, he'd love nothing more than to masturbate his mother. He'd love nothing more than to rub her clit and fingerfuck her cunt while masturbating her.
In the way that he wished his mother would masturbate him, he'd love to masturbate her. In the way that he'd love her to watch him cum, he'd love to hear her and watch her have a sexual orgasm. In the way that he'd love to lick her pussy while fingering her cunt, he'd love her to stroke his cock while sucking his cock.
Changing her status from mother to lover, his sexual fantasy come true; he'd love to cum in his mother's mouth. He'd love to do every sexual thing that his father did with his mother. Now that his father was out of the picture and he was home alone with his mother, he wanted to make her his woman.
"I don't think I should be touching, feeling, fondling, and caressing your breast, Mom," he said suddenly feeling embarrassed that she restricted him from fingering her nipples. "Suddenly, I feel like such a pervert in wanting to have sex with my mother," he said laying his cards on the table by confessing that he wanted to have sex with her. "Even though I want to have sex with you, obviously, you don't want to have sex with me. Besides, I'm here to sleep with you and not to have sex with you," he said suddenly feeling ashamed.
Ready to return to his room, he moved his hand away from her breast in the way that he moved his fingers away from her pubic hair. It was obvious to him now that she wanted more than just to sleep. Clearly calling his bluff, albeit with her playing games that he wasn't privy to the rules, his MILF of a mother obviously wanted sex but on her terms. Only, he wanted more than just one-time sex. He wanted a sexual relationship. He wanted to have sex with her every day, every morning, and every night.
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Mother and Son Sleep Together, Ch. 02
William's longtime, sexual fantasy come true; a mother allows her son to sleep with her in her bed
A mother not only allows her son to sleep with her but also to have sex with her.
Chapter 2:
"What's the big deal, William? It's just a breast," she said. "It's just my tits. You sucked on them as a baby. Surely, you must have seen my naked breasts before when I was dressing, undressing, bathing, leaning over you while wearing my nightgown, or sunning out back topless. With us living together, I don't know how you couldn't have seen my naked tits," she said tossing back her long, red hair with a sexy flick of her head.
'She sunned herself outback topless? Where was I? Working? Playing video games? I would have loved to have seen my mother dressing, undressing, bathing, leaning over me while wearing her nightgown, or sunning herself without her bikini top,' he thought. 'I would have loved to see my mother's big, naked tits.'
Obviously, enjoying the feel of his hand on her naked breast, she reached behind her to pull his arm forward and move his hand back to her big tit again. When she moved like that, just before moving his hand on her breast, his hand fell lower. Before she moved his hand back on her naked breast, his fingertips were right on her pussy slit. If it wasn't enough that he was holding his mother's naked breasts before while fingering her pubic hair, now he was touching his mother's pussy slit.
He couldn't believe he was touching his mother's naked pussy. Taking a chance to see what she'd say, instead of moving his hand back to her breast, he played with the tuft of pubic hair that covered her pussy slit. Then, as if dipping his toe in the water to take her temperature, he wanted to dip his finger in his mother's pussy to see if she was wet. He so wanted to cup his mother's cunt while fingering her naked pussy. He so wanted to masturbate his mother.
Wondering if she'd allow him to finger her pussy, rub her clit, and fingerfuck her cunt, he didn't dare ask. Again, wondering if she was wet, he wanted to part the lips of her vagina and finger her pussy to see. In the way that he wanted her to stroke his cock, he wanted to rub her clit while fingerfucking his mother. In the way that he wanted to masturbate his mother, he wanted her to masturbate him. In the way that he wanted his mother to suck his prick, he wanted to lick her pussy while fingering her cunt.
"Sorry, Mom," he said not knowing what else to say.
Happy and sexually satisfied with his consolation prize, he allowed her to move his hand back to her naked breast. She had beautiful breasts, so big, so firm, and so shapely. He couldn't believe she was allowing him to hold her naked breast in the palm of his horny hand. If she wasn't his mother, he'd have a lot to say about feeling her big breast. If she wasn't his mother, he'd be sucking her naked tits and fucking her naked tits. If she wasn't his mother, he'd be cumming all over her naked tits.
It was one thing to cup his mother's naked breast in the palm of his hand but quite another thing to actually have her give him permission to touch, feel, fondle, and caress her big tit. If she'd be willing, he'd love to expose his mother's tits to his friends while making her exhibitionism appear accidental. He'd love to watch one of his friends feeling her tits, fondling her tits, and sucking her tits. If she'd be willing, he'd love to watch her having sex with one of his friends. He'd love to watch her blow his friends as much as he wanted her to blow him.
If she wasn't his mother, he imagined all the sexy, sexual games he'd play with her. He'd have her answer the door for the pizza delivery man while wearing a towel that suddenly fell. He'd have her flash her naked breasts to truckers on the highway. He'd take her to the mall and have her deliberately flash the shoe salesman her panties while he watched. He'd have her change her clothes in the dressing room without closing the curtain all the way. He'd have her accompany him to a nude beach and masturbate herself while a crowd of men watched.
If she wasn't his mother, he'd already be fingering her pussy. If she wasn't his mother, he'd already be licking her cunt. If she wasn't his mother, he'd already be sticking his big dick in her mouth and in her pussy. If she wasn't his mother, he'd be cumming in her mouth and/or in her cunt. If she wasn't his mother, he'd already be making love to her before fucking her. Only, with her his mother, unable to force her, he had more respect for her than that. Nonetheless, he'll be masturbating over this night for the rest of his life.
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"There's no reason to be sorry, William. This is how I slept with your father. When he wasn't playing with my pubic hair, he was holding my naked breast in his hand while I slept. So very comforting, I loved feeling his hands on me,' she said closing her eyes and swooning. "Nothing sexual but as long as you don't finger my nipple, I'd like you to continue holding my breast in your hand," she said popping open her eyes. "And as long as you don't finger my pussy, I don't mind you playing with my pubic hair."
'Did she really want him to hold her naked breast and not want to finger her nipple? Did she really want him to finger her pubic hair and want to not to finger her pussy,' he thought while confused by her mixed, sexual signals?
He so wanted to finger her nipples while masturbating her pussy. He so wanted to masturbate his mother's pussy. He so wanted to have incestuous sex with his mother.
Abandoning one to feel the other, he continued caressing his mother's left breast while careful not to finger her nipple. Taking turns, in between feeling, squeezing, and fondling her naked breast, he reached his hand down to finger her pubic hair. Inching his fingers down lower, in the way that he was cupping her big breast in the palm of his hand, he wished he could cup her pussy in the palm of his hand too. He wished he could take control of his mother by owning her naked body and taking ownership of her naked cunt.
"You have beautiful breasts, Mom. So soft and yet so firm, I love your big tits," he said squeezing them while fondling them. "And your pubic hair is velvety soft too."
When she turned to give him a smile and a peck on the lips, he was so tempted to part her lips with his tongue. Yet, controlling himself, he didn't French kiss his mother. Nevertheless, he wondered what it would feel like to French kiss her. He wondered what she would do if he did try to French kiss her. Would she turn her head and pull away or would she return his French kiss with her wet kiss?
"Thank you, William. You're sweet," she said. "I'm glad you love my big tits. I love my big tits, too," she said sexually teasing him while feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples.
As much as he loved playing with his mother's pubic hair, he loved feeling the heaviness of his mother's big breast in his hand. Sexually exciting him to get bigger and harder, just the feel of her big tit in his hand allowed him to maintain a constant erection. When he wasn't holding her breast, he was playing with her pubic hair. He only wished he could finger her nipple. He only wished he could finger her pussy.
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After a while, she flipped her pillow to the cooler side and when he turned the other way, she turned and spooned him. With her big tits pressed and squished against his back, his mother was spooning him. He couldn't believe his mother was spooning him. He only wished he was facing the other way. He'd love to make out with his mother while touching and feeling her everywhere.
In the way that he did with her, she did with him. She placed her hand on his hard, flat stomach. As if she was humping him, in the way that he pulled her to him, she pulled him to her. He only wished she'd touch his hard, erect, throbbing and pulsating cock in the way that he fingered her pubic hair and touched her naked pussy slit.
Even more sexually exciting than spooning her and her spooning him was that this was his mother. The warmth of her body felt amazing. Sometimes forgetting that she was his mother and he was her son, she made him feel as if she was his woman and he was her man. Wishing she was his lover instead of his mother, he so wanted to turn to face her. He so wanted to kiss her while touching her and feeling her everywhere. Not stopping there, he so wanted to make love to her before fucking her. He so wanted to fuck his mother.
Cemented against one another, they stayed in that position for a few minutes before she lowered her hand, perhaps, for a more comfortable position. In the way that his fingertips touched her pubic hair inside of her nightgown, her manicured fingertips touched the top of his pubic hair through his pajama bottoms. Growing harder and bigger, wanting to be touched by his mother, he hoped she'd feel his erect prick. With his imagination running wild, his cock pulsated and throbbed with the sexual anticipation of his mother touching his cock and/or holding his cock through his pajama bottoms.
With this his opportunity to take sexual advantage of his mother, he wished she'd put her hand on his cock in the way that he put his hand on her cunt. He wished she'd stick her hand inside his pajama bottoms in the way that he had horny hand inside of her nightgown. As if giving her a not so subtle hint, as if begging for the motherly attention of her hand, his cock throbbed harder and pulsated faster in anticipation of his mother touching, fondling, stroking, sucking, and/or fucking his stiff prick.
He hoped she'd take the hint and hold his cock in her hand while fondling the head of his erect prick. He'd love nothing better than for his mother to stroke him. He'd love his mother to give him a hand job. He'd love to cum for his mother.
After taking him in her hand to stroke him, he'd love nothing better than for his mother to take him in her mouth and suck him. He'd love his mother to give him a blowjob. Wishing he could give her a cum bath, imagining his cum dripping from her nose and chin, he'd love nothing better than to cum in his mother's mouth, all over her face, in her blonde hair, and across her naked breasts.
'Suck my cock, Mom. Blow me. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth,' he imagined saying to his mother. 'I need to make love to you. I need to fuck you, Mom. I need to give you a sexual orgasm with my cock. I need to make you my woman.'
Instead of just sleeping together, with him already having such a huge erection, she must know that he's sexually excited. She must know that he wanted a hand job and a blowjob instead of cuddling and spooning. She must know that he wanted sex, incestuous sex.
With his cock throbbing and pulsating, how could she not know that he's sexually excited? She must have felt his erection pushing against her ass cheeks. As if he had a live snake in his pajama bottoms trying to escape, how could she not know that she had given him an erection?
He couldn't count how many times he had an erection while thinking of his mother naked and having sex with her. He couldn't count how many times he masturbated while thinking of his mother touching him, feeling him, holding him, and stroking his cock. While constantly and continually masturbating himself, he had already ejaculated buckets of cum over imagining his mother naked and having sex with her.
Now, here she was spooning him with her hand on his tummy and mere inches away from his stiff prick. In the way that she lovingly touched his forehead whenever he was ill with a fever from the flu, this prick ached for his mother's hot hand to touch him now that he had a sexual fever. He wished his mother would touch his cock. He wished she'd fondle the head of his penis. He wished she'd take him in her hand to stroke him before taking him in her mouth to suck him.
'Touch my cock, Mom. Give me a hand job. I want you to watch me cum all over your hand,' he thought while trying to implant his sexual thoughts in his mother's mind. 'Suck my cock, Mom. Give me a blowjob. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth, all over your face, in your hair, and across your naked tits.'
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Tired of waiting for her to voluntarily touch him, he took drastic action for her to touch his pajama covered prick. Giving her a silent, sexual suggestion, he moved a little higher up on the bed and raised his knees to position his cock closer to her hand. He moved himself, hopefully, close enough for her fingertips to come in contact with his erect penis. He hoped she'd take the hint and touch his prick and fondle his prick in the way he had been touching her tit and fondling her tit while fingering her pubic hair.
As curious as he was sexually excited, he wondered what she'd do if her fingertips touched his erection through his pajama bottoms. Would she leave her hand there or would she move her hand away? Just when he was about to reposition himself higher again, she shocked him by voluntarily lowering her hand and touching his pajama clad cock without any help from him. He couldn't believe his mother was touching his prick.
He couldn't believe it when his mother placed her hand on top of his pajama clad cock. Shocking him and sexually exciting him, he couldn't believe his mother's hand was on his prick. Leaving her hand there, even with his erect cock throbbing and pulsating, she didn't move her hand. He wished she'd wrap her long, manicured fingers around his erection through his pajama bottoms. Something he had dreamt about when sleeping and fantasized over when masturbating himself, he couldn't believe his mother hand was on his erect prick.
As if he was her man instead of her son and she was his wife or his lover instead of his mother, in the way that he left his left hand on her pussy mound, she left her right hand on his cock. Not daring to move for fear of his mother removing her hand, he stayed like that while incestuous, sexual excitement overwhelmed him. Never had he felt such sexual excitement with a woman touching his erection through his clothes in the way that he was sexually excited with his mother touching him through his pajama bottoms.
Curious to know, he wondered if she was sleeping. He wondered if she was dreaming of having sex with him in the way that he dreamt of having sex with her so very many times. He wondered if she sexually fantasized about his hard, erect prick in the way that he sexually fantasizes over her warm, wet pussy and her D cup breasts.
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Perhaps, if she was sleeping, she'd touch him in the way that he couldn't wait to touch her. He hoped she was sleeping so that he could take sexual advantage of his mother. At the very least, he hoped she'd finger his cock in her sleep so that he could take that as his invitation to finger her pussy.
He'd love to finger his mother's naked cunt. He'd love to masturbate his mother while she was sleeping. He'd love to feel, fondle, and suck her big tits while fingering her erect nipples. He'd love to cum all over his sleeping mother.
He wished his mother would stick her hand inside her pajama bottoms in the way that he stuck his hand inside his mother's nightgown. He wished she'd touch his naked prick in the way that he touched her naked breast and pussy. Pulsating his cock faster and throbbing it harder, he wished his cock would make a surprise appearance and pop out of his pajama pee hole.
If his cock did emerge from his pajamas and touched her hand, he wondered if she'd move her hand away or if she'd take his prick in hand and hold his hard prick in her soft, motherly hand. If his cock did emerge from his pajamas and touched her hand, he hoped she'd wrap her hand around him. He hoped she'd finger the head of his prick while she was sleeping. He hoped she'd stroke him in her sleep.
Indeed, if she was sleeping, he'd love to slowly slide his prick across his mother's red, full lips. He wondered if he parted her lips with his prick in the way that he wanted to part her lips with his tongue, if she'd take his prick in her mouth. He'd love his mother to give him a sleeping blowjob. He'd love to cum in his mother's mouth and all over her face.
Then, surprising him, she touched his erect penis with her fingertips. She fondled the erect head of his cock while holding it and squeezing it through his pajama bottoms. In the way that he felt her big, naked breast, his mother was feeling his erect prick and fondling the head of his cock. He couldn't believe his mother was fondling his erect prick through his pajama bottoms. He'll be masturbating over this for the rest of his life.
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"Mom," he whispered to see if his mother was awake or sleeping.
He needn't say anymore for her to know his meaning.
"Oh, don't be such a prude, William. This is how I slept with your father. He'd hold my naked breast and play with my pubic hair while spooning me one way and I'd hold his naked cock while spooning him the other way. It isn't like I'm giving you a hand job," she said with obvious exasperation.
'What did my mother just say? She held my father's naked cock,' he thought? 'She held his naked prick while he held her naked breast. Is that what the wants to do with me? Does she want to hold my naked prick, too, while I hold her naked breasts? I can do that,' he thought.
Tempted to remove his naked cock from his pajama bottoms, he wondered if she'd hold his naked prick in her hand while spooning him. He wondered what else she'd say was okay to do because she did that with his father. Now, that she mentioned hand job, would it be acceptable behavior for his mother to give him a hand job because that's what she did with his father? He'd love nothing more than for his mother to stroke his prick. He'd love nothing more than to cum for his mother.
Taking the next, sexual progression a step further, would it be okay for his mother to give him a blowjob because that's what she did with his father? Would it be okay for him to cum in his mother's mouth because that's what she allowed his father to do? Would it be okay for him to make love to her before fucking him because that's what she did with his father? If he wasn't sexually excited before, while imagining all of the incestuous, sexual possibilities, he was surely sexually excited now.
Then, adding a bit of pressure to her hand, she held his cock through his pajama bottoms as if she was holding a pole on the subway. Immediately, his cock grew bigger and harder. Not that he wanted to but he was unable to stop his cock from throbbing and pulsating. He so wanted to hump his mother's hand and give himself a forced hand job.
Then, it happened. As if his cock had a mind of its own, no doubt, from all the deliberate pulsating and throbbing that he was doing, his stiff prick burst out of his pajama pee-hole. His exposed prick was out in the open. If his mother moved her hand any lower, she'd be touching his naked prick. He wondered what she'd do if she touched his naked dick.
"Maybe I should go to my room now, Mom," he said embarrassed while knowing that his big prick was already out of his pajama bottoms.
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