Mom, All I Want for Xmas is You

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Sadly and selfishly, he never thought he’d be disappointed by his mother offering him a hand job but he was. Yet, before she changed her mind, he wasn’t about to decline her giving him a motherly hand job, especially if that was all she was offering. Now that she mentioned it and now that she drove him insane with sexual lust for her, he was hoping that she’d not only stroke his cock but also suck his cock before fucking his prick. He wanted to do and to sexually experience everything with his mother.

Yet, one step at a time. Perhaps, if he showed patience and didn’t pressure her for sex, one sexual thing would lead to another sexual thing. Perhaps, after she stroked his prick, she’d suck his prick. Perhaps, after she sucked his prick, she’d fuck his prick too. He’d love nothing more than for his mother to stroke, suck, and fuck his prick.

“Yes,” he said. “That would work. I’d love for you to masturbate me, Mom. I’d love to cum all over your hand,” he said even though he’d love to cum in her mouth and all over her face before cumming in her pussy instead.

If he had his choice, after she blew him and after he ejaculated his cum in her mouth, he’d love to give his mother a cum bath. He’d love to show her the incestuous lust that he had for her by cumming all over her beautiful face, in her lush blonde hair, and all over her big, naked breasts. Instead, enjoying the incestuous show, he watched her stroke him a little harder and a little faster.

“I’m out of practice,” she said with a nervous, little laugh. “It’s been years since I’ve given a hand job. It’s been years since I’ve even held a cock in my hand.” As if mesmerized by his prick and hypnotized by his erection, she stared down at his cock. “You have a beautiful penis, James. Your penis is much bigger and much harder than your father’s penis.”

While his mother stroked him, he felt her naked breasts and fingered her erect nipples. While his mother stroked him, he persevered in his quest to learn more about his mother’s sexual background. If nothing else, he wanted to use their sexual conversation as his incestuous pillow talk. If nothing else, especially if this was the only time they’d ever be sexually intimate, he wanted to get as much sexual fodder as he could to masturbate over later.

“Tell me what you sexually did with my father. I want to know,” he said looking at his mother with as much curiosity as he looked at her with sexual excitement. He stared down at her stroking him before he looked up at her again. Threading on forbidden ground and being careful not to upset her enough for her to stop masturbating him, he wondered if she’d tell him what sexual things she did with his Dad. “It sexually excites me to know and for me to imagine you having sex with him.”

As if she was telling him a bedtime story while still slowly stroking him, she made herself comfortable against him. Yet, her mood changed again from sexual excitement to sadness and then to anger. Obviously, she was angry when talking about her sexual past with her ex-husband. Knowing now that it was a mistake to ask her about her having sex with his Dad, it was too late to back out of the conversation.

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“Your father was a disrespectful, insensitive pig, especially when he was drunk. During those last few years of our marriage, he was always drunk,” she said. “Even when I was out with him, he’d be checking out other women, especially younger women. Obviously, I wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted a young, pretty, sexy thing like your ex-girlfriend, Jessica,” she said. When she fell quiet, he waited for her to speak again. “Perhaps, he regretted making me pregnant. Perhaps, he regretted feeling obligated to marry me.”

She looked at her son as if already apologizing for all that she was ready to say about his father’s bad behavior.

“I’m sorry, Mom. You don’t have to tell me about you having sex with Dad if you’d rather not,” he said. “That’s none of my business. I’m sorry for prying.” He paused while hoping his mother would continue. “I was just curious.”

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