A long-time brewing, Mother and son have sex on Christmas
After having teased one another with sexually and incestuous charged pillow talk with what Susan would enjoy her son sexually doing for her and James replying in kind what he’d enjoy incestuously doing for his mother, they looked at one another. This was it. They were at the demarcation line of incest. The point of no return, if they dared cross this imaginary, forbidden line, there was no turning back. If they dared cross that imaginary, forbidden line, their lives would never be the same.
Yet, some could say that she had already crossed the line of incest by her constantly and continually flashing James up-skirt peeks of her panties and down-blouse views of her cleavage and bra. Some could say he crossed the line of incest by looking, staring, and leering at all that his mother was showing. Some could say that when she barged in his bedroom without knocking and stayed to watch his masturbation show that she had already shown her incestuous intentions.
Some may deem that they’ve already crossed the line of incest by discussing something so forbidden, a mother and son having sex. Some may deem that they already crossed the line of incest when he volunteered to sleep with her and she accepted his offer. Some may deem that she already crossed the line of incest when she exposed her naked body to her son by wearing such a sheer, sexy, and wide-open nightgown. Some may deem that he already crossed the line of incest when he stared at his mother’s naked breasts and her naked pussy without showing shame, embarrassment, or averting his eyes.
If that wasn’t enough evidence that they were about to have incestuous sex, she asked her son to hold her naked breast while spooning her. She told him that it was okay for him to play with her pubic hair, as long as he didn’t finger her pussy. If that wasn’t enough, she told him that it was okay for him to touch, hold, feel, and fondle both her breasts as long as he didn’t finger her nipples. She told him that it was okay for him to touch, feel, and squeeze her naked ass.
Now, what mother exposes her naked body to her adult son? What mother allows her adult son to sleep with her in the same bed? What mother tells her adult son that it’s okay for him to not only touch her, hold her, feel her, and fondle both her naked breasts but also to touch, feel, and squeeze her naked ass? What mother allows her adult son to hold her, touch her, and feel her where only her ex-husband, his father, held her, touched her, and felt her?
As further evidence that mother and son were about to have incestuous sex, when she was already nearly naked, she invited him to remove his pajamas and to sleep naked with her. Then, in the way that he fondled her pubic hair while spooning her, she fondled his pubic hair while spooning him. If that wasn’t incestuous enough, she held his erect prick in her motherly hand when spooning him. She even fondled the head of his prick with her manicured fingertips while slowly stroking him. What mother allows her son to hold her naked breast in his hand and feel her naked ass when he spoons her and then holds his cock in her hand when she spoons him?
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She looked at him looking at her. With both of them on the same page, they were obviously thinking the same thing. Forget about the touching, feeling, and fondling, they were about to have mother and son incestuous sex. As if rethinking what she was about to say, she bit her lip. She looked at him with as much trepidation and consternation as she looked at him with sexual excitement. Then, she said what he hoped she’d say.
“What if I masturbated you? What if I just stroked your cock and made you cum all over my hand?” Not even waiting for him to reply, she fired her questions at him with nervousness. “Would that be okay if I masturbated you? Would you like for me to stroke your prick? Would you like to ejaculate all over my hand to ease your horniness and to satisfy your sexual frustration?”
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.”
Only just as he hoped she’d tell him the sexy details of his mother having sex with his father, he wasn’t sorry for prying. Instead of her being offended, she smiled at him as if he was her therapist instead of her son. Perhaps, having never talked about what sexually happened with her husband to anyone, she seemed ready to talk about all that happened now. Perhaps, discussing what happened would allow her to move on and help her to forget her ex-husband.
“It’s okay,” she said. “Having never told anyone, I’d rather talk about what happened to someone and better to talk about it to you than to talk about it to a stranger. You’d more understand what I’ve been through than would any of my girlfriends. Besides, after leaving our house and our old life behind to move here where no one knows us, I left our friends and family behind too. Now it’s just the two of us,” she said touching his shoulder.
She fell as quiet as she looked sad. If he ever saw his father with his whore of his wife, unable to control his anger, he didn’t know what he’d do. No doubt, he’d make a public scene. After punching out his father, he’d love to strip his ex-girlfriend naked, who was now his stepmother, and take her clothes. He’d love to see her walking around naked while showing everyone the whore that she is.
“It’s okay, Mom. I know how Dad was. I’d never judge you for whatever he did or made you do,” he said while suspecting his father did some terrible things to his mother.
While still holding onto his prick and slowly sliding her fingers over the head of his cock as if it was her worry stone, she gave her son a warm smile. He couldn’t believe he was in bed with his practically naked mother. He couldn’t believe she was holding his prick in her hand while fondling his prick and slowly stroking his prick while he felt and fondled her big tits and fingered her erect nipples. As if summoning the courage to speak, she took a big breath of courage.
“Your father loved my big tits,” she said looking down at her breasts and smiling with pride. As if he was her husband, she looked at her son staring at her tits. “He was enamored with them. He was always trying to get me to flash my tits to his drunken friends,” she said sighing and rolling her eyes.
He smiled at his mother while feeling her naked breasts and fingering her erect nipples. She had beautiful breasts, so big, so firm, yet so soft, and so shapely. Like father like son, if she was his woman, he’d want to flash her breasts to his friends too. If she was his woman, he’d love to watch her having sex with another man.
“Like father like son, I love your big tits too,” he said with a nervous, little chuckle.
She stared down at his hand fondling her breasts while his fingers fingered her nipples and while he stared down at her hand slowly stroking his prick.
“If it wasn’t enough that he wanted to expose me to his friends, he encouraged his drunken friends to touch me, feel me, and grope me,” she said looking up at her son. “He wanted me to have sex with his friends while he watched and masturbated himself.”
He looked at her as shocked and angry as he was sexually excited. Yet, like father like son, he imagined inviting his friends to touch, feel, and grope his mother. With the mothers of his friends all short, fat, and ugly, he had the best-looking mother. If his friends had a mother who looked like her and who had such a sexy and shapely body, they’d want to show her off too.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” he said not meaning it.
She accepted his apology on behalf of his father by nodding her blonde, pretty head.
“Always waiting for when I was carrying something from the kitchen to the dining room or out to the backyard, he took pleasure in pulling off my bikini top and/or pulling down my tube top. It makes my skin crawl to think how many times he exposed my naked breasts to his drunken friends. No matter which way I turned, one of his friends and/or co-workers would be there staring at my naked breasts while touching me, feeling me, and groping me,” she said suddenly looking sad.
James couldn’t help but imagine doing the same to his mother. He’d love nothing more than to pull off her bikini top or pull down her tube top in front of unsuspecting men. He’d love nothing more than to watch his drunken friends touching, feeling, and groping his mother.
“Sorry Mom,” he said again when he was more sexually excited than he was sorry.
Again, she nodded her head while holding back her tears.
“I felt so sexually used and violently abused,” she said looking as if she was about to cry. “He made me feel like such a whore.”
She looked at her son with sadness while, again, like father like son, he looked at her with sexual excitement. In the way that his father treated his mother in front of his friends, he imagined treating his mother in the same way in front of his friends. He’d love to show his friends his mother’s naked breasts. Obviously, something in his DNA, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.
“Sorry, Mom,” he said but he wasn’t apologizing for his father’s bad behavior, he was apologizing for his own sexual excitement.
She looked away from him and stared down at his erect prick in her hand while continuing what she needed to say. She fondled the head of his prick with her fingertips in the way that he fingered her nipples.
“God forbid I should wear a skirt, and always worse when I was carrying something, he’d lift the hem of my skirt to my waist and pull down my panties to flash them my naked ass and pussy.” Showing him a look of embarrassment and shame, she made a face of horror. “God, I was so embarrassed to be naked exposed like that in front of a group of drunken men.
Knowing that’s what drunken men do, guilty of that himself, especially when at a party with a hot, drunken woman, he looked at his mother with compassion and understanding. Now understanding what that kind of behavior did to women, he looked at his mother with insight. Even though he’d love to expose his mother in that salacious sexual way to his friends, now that he knows how his father scarred his mother, he could never do that to her.
“I’m sorry, Mom. We don’t have to discuss this, if you’d rather not,” he said.
As if she was being brave, she nodded her head.
“It’s okay. It’s in the past and I’m over it now. Yet, being that I’m obviously still angry over this, I need to talk about this,” she said falling silent. “It’s therapeutic for me to get his off my chest and out of my head.”
While James cupped his mother’s big breasts in his horny hands and fingered her erect nipple, she continued fondling her son’s erect prick before speaking again.
“Dad was such a pig. He didn’t deserve you,” said James. “If he wasn’t such a despicable pervert, he never would have left you and taken off with Jessica.”
She gave her son a sad smile while nodding her head affirmatively.
“Just as you obviously do,” she said looking down at his hands on her tits. “Your father loved my big tits. He was proud of my shapely breasts and big nipples. I lost count how many times he showed men my naked breasts against my will, especially whenever I was too slow to react and too inebriated to stop him. With him so enamored with my big, breasts, unless he bought her implants, I don’t know how he could marry Jessica, a woman who was so flat chested,” she said with a self-deserving laugh.
James rolled his eyes.
“She was always talking about getting implants. Maybe that’s one of the reasons why she married Dad,” he said. “I wouldn’t put it past him to buy her fake breasts.”
Angry that his father would sexually assault his mother in such a disrespectful way, he looked at her with anger mixed with sexual excitement. Now that he knew how it affected his mother, he felt guilty over all the drunken women the he and his friends sexually used and abused at drunken, college frat parties. What comes around, goes around and with his mother now a victim of men’s sexual depravity too, he suddenly felt guilty over all the nasty and disrespectful things that he and his friends did to drunken and helpless women while on Spring break.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” said James suddenly feeling ashamed that he was acting like his father by asking her such personal, sexual questions and becoming sexually excited over her answering such personal, sexual questions.
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Yet, like father like son, he imagined how sexually exciting it would be to expose his mother’s big, naked breasts, her shapely naked ass, and her naked, blonde trimmed pussy to his friends and/or to other men. Like father like son, now that they were nearly sexually intimate, if she wore a tube top or a bikini in front of him, he’d be tempted to do what his father did and flash her tits to unsuspecting men. As much as he understood his mother’s anger and felt her pain, he understood his father’s sexual lust in wanting to share his wife’s beautiful body by flashing her to his friends.
She continued her sexual confession and, again, as if his prick was her personal, private worry stone while rubbing his cock with her thumb, she didn’t let go of her son’s cock while telling him her sexual secrets. She even held his prick tighter while she confessed what her husband forced her to do and to endure. Perhaps, with her knowing that whatever she told her son sexually excited him, she used her sexual confession as she would if giving him hot, sexy, incestuous, pillow talk.
Now, he wondered if his mother was playing him. As if she knew exactly what she was doing to him, sexually teasing him, she used her sexual confession to further tease and perhaps even seduce her son, not that she needed to even try to seduce him. Maybe, what his father did to her was what she wanted him to do to her. Perhaps, in the way that he’s a voyeur, she’s an exhibitionist. She flashed him her panties and bra plenty enough times to be one.
“As if I was a Japanese woman riding the subway and forced to have sex with strange men, he’d leave me in a room with his drunken friends to smoke his cigar on the patio while they sexually assaulted me. Whenever I was drunk enough, he hoped that I’d have sex with his horny friends. The last straw was when three of his friends held me down against my will on the couch and stripped me naked. Admittedly, I was drunk, too drunk to stop them from stripping off my clothes. While one held my arms, another stuck his cock in my mouth, and a third was eating my pussy before trying to fuck me,” she said.
James looked at his mother in horror before looking at her with sexual excitement. He imagined his mother having sex with three of his friends while he watched. He imagined his friends stripping her naked before having sex with her. He imagined her sucking and fucking his friends while he watched. Then, when he saw the devastated look on her face, he felt her pain. Obviously, with him being sexually excited by her confession, he was just as sexually twisted as was his father.
“Those bastards! That’s horrible, Mom. Dad was a real dick to you,” he said overwhelmed with sexual excitement.
She looked at her son with sorrow.
“They would have gangbang raped me had I not screamed and fought them. Lucky for me, they were drunker than I was. Yet, for your father to allow his friends to do that to me told me that he had no respect for me and that he no longer loved me. It wasn’t long after that I discovered he was having an affair with your girlfriend, that slut. God, she was such a little whore,” she said. “It wasn’t long after that when he left me for her and asked for a divorce to marry her.”
His mother nodded her head as if she was thinking.
“Sorry, Mom. That was my fault for introducing Jessica to Dad,” he said. “I never should have brought her home. Only, in the way that I didn’t know Dad was like that, I didn’t know she was like that too.”
Obviously not making any difference now that they were about to have mother and son sex, Susan shrugged off her son’s apology.
“I still don’t understand why an 18-year-old woman would want a 42-year-old man over someone her own age. I still don’t understand why a 22-year-old woman would marry a 46-year-old, drunk. Obviously, in the way that he was sexually attracted to me when I was 18-years-old and he was 24-years-old, he’s still attracted to 18-year-olds. No doubt, one day, he’ll dump Jessica for a younger woman when she turns 30-years-old,” said Susan with a laugh.
Just as James ruined the sexual mood by asking her about his father, Susan ruined the sexual mood with her sexually abusive confession and by bringing up Jessica. James felt guilty that he was responsible for introducing Jessica to his father. He felt responsible that he had ended their marriage. Yet, if it wasn’t his ex-girlfriend leaving with his father, it would have been some other, young woman coming between them.
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Mother and son fell silent. While she mindlessly stroked him, he continued excitingly fondling her breasts while fingering her nipples. She stared down at his cock with sad eyes while he stared at her naked breasts with sexually excited eyes. He wanted to continue feeling his mother’s naked tits but after she confessed all his father’s friends sexually did to her, he felt awkward feeling up his mother. He didn’t want her to deem him in the same sexual category as them. Instead, unable to stop himself from continuing their sexual conversation, building up to where they were before, he continued with their sexual, pillow talk.
“Is what you’re doing now what you used to do with Dad? Did you hold Dad’s cock in your hand while moving your hand back and forth in the way you’re doing with me now,” he said looking down at his mother’s hand before looking up at her. “Did you use to fondle Dad’s prick in the way that you’re fondling my prick now?”
She looked at him and gave him a sexy smile.
“Of course, this is what I did with your father and what he wished I’d do with his friends,” she said making a sour face before laughing. “He would have been happy if I gave all his friends hand jobs and blowjobs. He would have been happy if I fucked them all. Yet, knowing how he gets when he’s been drinking, if I had sex with any of his friends, he’d throw it up in my face and call me a whore later.”
When he showed her his compassionate understanding, replacing her sadness with happiness, she gave him a big smile. If she wasn’t beautiful enough before, she was even more beautiful now when she smiled. She was so beautiful when she wasn’t sad. She was even more beautiful when she was sitting with him topless while holding his erect prick in her hand and while he felt her naked breasts while fingering her erect nipples.
“Dad was a lucky man to have someone who was as beautiful, as sexy, and as intelligent as you in his life,” he said. “I wish I could find a woman like you, Mom.”
She nodded her head as if agreeing with him. Then, she finally asked him the question that he was hoping to hear.
“Well, with us both naked together in bed, I’d say that you’ve already found your woman,” he said with a sexy laugh. She stroked him a little faster. “Is that what you want? Is that what you’d like me to do for you?” She looked from him to look down at his prick before looking up at him again. “We moved away from the subject of sex,” she said. “Would you like me to masturbate you?”
She gave him a naughty look and he returned her naughty look with his naughty look.
“Yes,” he said shyly.
She stroked him a little faster while continuing to sexually tease him with her words.
“I bet you’d you like to cum all over my hand,” she said sexually teasing him again in the way she sexually teased him before. “Or maybe you’d like to ejaculate your cum across my naked tits,” she said giving him a salaciously, sexual look. “Would you like that? Would you like to cum all over your mother’s breasts?”
James returned his mother’s star with his stare.
“God, yes, Mom, I’d love for you to masturbate me. I love to cum all over your hand. I’d love to ejaculate my cum across your naked breasts,” he admitted.
As if she was rethinking what she was about to say, she bit her lip. She gave him another sexy smile before really sexually teasing him with what she said next.
“If I remember correctly what you said when I was standing in your bedroom this morning watching you masturbate, you said that you wanted to cum in my mouth.” She paused to stare at her son staring at her before asking him the million-dollar question. “Is that what you’d like to do? Do you still want to do that? Do you still want to cum in your mother’s mouth?” She stared at him waiting for him to answer and when he didn’t respond, she continued. “Tell me, James, would you like to cum in Mommy’s mouth?” It sexually excited him even more when she referred to herself in the third person. “Do you want Mommy to blow you?”
Beside himself with incestuous lust and sexual horniness, he stared at his mother as if he was having a sexual fantasy.
“Mom,” he said and was all that he could say.
She gave him another sexy smile and another naughty look and before he answered her first question, she asked him a second question.
“Tell me. I’d like to know. Would you like for me to give you a blowjob? Is that what you want? Do you want Mommy to suck your cock,” she said stroking him faster and harder? “I bet you’d love to cum in my mouth. I bet you’d love me to swallow your cum too,” she said with a sexy smile and a dirty laugh.
The color drained from his face and his jaw fell open again. He imagined his mother blowing him. He imagined his mother looking up at him with her big, blue eyes with his hard, hairy prick stretching her mouth. He imagined cumming in his mother’s mouth and watching her swallow his cum.
“God, yes,” he said while hoping she wasn’t just teasing him. “Oh, Mom, I’d love for you to blow me. I’d love to cum in your mouth. I’d love for you to swallow my cum,” he said sliding a slow finger across her full lips while hoping she was serious about giving him a blowjob and allowing him to cum in her beautiful mouth.
She smiled before taking his finger in her mouth to suck his finger as if she was sucking his prick.
“If I remember correctly when I was standing in your room this morning while watching you masturbate yourself, you said that you wanted to give me a cum bath,” she said looking at her son as if she was an attorney. “Tell me. I’m curious. Is that what you’d still like to do? Do you still want to give me a cum bath? Do you still want to not only shoot a load of cum in my mouth but also ejaculate a second load all over my face, in my hair, and across my naked breasts?”
Unmercifully teasing him, she looked at him with insight while he stared at her with sexual excitement. He couldn’t believe they were having the pillow talk that he always hoped they have. If it wasn’t enough that he was naked and in bed with his naked mother on Christmas Eve, he couldn’t believe they were about to have sex. If she was willing to masturbate him and blow him, he wondered what else his mother would consensually do. He hoped she wasn’t just teasing him.
“More than anything, Mom,” he said. “I’d love for you to masturbate me. I’d love to cum all over your hand, and across your beautiful breasts. I’d love for you to blow me and allow me to cum in your mouth. I’d love to watch you swallow my cum, before giving you a cum bath.”
She lifted her head from her pillow to rest it in her hand and to support it with her elbow. She looked at him again but he didn’t turn to look at her. Feeling awkwardly embarrassed that he wanted his mother in such an incestuously, forbidden, sexual way, nonetheless, wishing that she’d masturbate him before blowing him, he couldn’t help but to feel as incestuously perverted as he felt sexually excited. Never had he felt as sexually excited with Jessica as he felt with his mother now. Never had he wanted his ex-girlfriend in the way that he wanted his mother.
“As shocking as it’s forbidden, I’d like to do all those sexual things with you too,” she said looking at him before leaning into him to kiss him.
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Suddenly he felt as embarrassed as he felt ashamed that he confessed his sexual lust for his mother this morning while masturbating himself. Now feeling much like the incestuous pervert he was, he felt just as embarrassed as he felt ashamed that he masturbated and ejaculated in front of his mother earlier today. In the way that his mother showed her sexual lust for him now, he wished he had been more of a man and shown his incestuous lust for her below.
Even though his incestuous, sexual lust overwelled him, he felt ashamed that he sexually desired his mother. Even though her actions and the conversation had led and suggested to what he should do, he felt uncomfortable asking his mother for a hand job and/or a blowjob. He felt uncomfortable asking his mother for sex when they were just supposed to be sleeping in the same bed together. When did holding, comforting, cuddling, and spooning one another turn into sex?
Nonetheless, he wanted much more than just a hand job or even a blowjob. He wanted a sexual relationship. He wanted to live with his mother as man and woman, boyfriend and girlfriend, or husband and wife, instead of mother and son. He wanted to be his mother’s forever lover. Justifying his lust with his immoral, unnatural, illegal, and forbidden sexual attraction to his mother, not allowing this opportunity to pass, he needed to make his sexual feelings known to her.
“Even though I do want you to give me a hand job, a blowjob, and I’d love to give you a cum bath,” he said with sadness instead of with sexual excitement. “I don’t know if we should do those sexual things,” he said already regretting saying that she shouldn’t give him a hand job and/or a blowjob before he gave her a cum bath.
It was one thing to ask his mother for a hand job or a blowjob, but it was even more perversely perverted to ask to give her a cum bath. Yet, unless she was just teasing him, his mother seemed ready to give him a hand job, a blowjob, and even allow him to give her a cum bath. Even though he wanted to have sex with his mother, he didn’t want his relationship to be only about sex. He hoped for more than just that. He wanted to be her long-term lover in addition to being her son. He wanted to make love to his mother as much as he wanted to fuck her.
He didn’t just want one hand job and one blow job, he wanted dozens of hand jobs and blowjobs, perhaps even hundreds of them while giving her sexual pleasure too. In the way that he wanted his mother to stroke him, suck him, and fuck him, he wanted to finger her, lick her, and fuck his mother too. In the way that he wanted his mother to give him multiple orgasms with her hand, her mouth, and her pussy, he wanted to give his mother multiple orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock.
“Oh, James, don’t be so naïve.” She rolled her eyes again and sighed before letting out a laugh. “What’s the big deal? It’s just a hand job. It’s just a blowjob,” she said with a shrug. “It’s just sex.”
She gave him another sexy smile.
“Just sex? It’s incestuous sex,” he said in a soft voice. “It’s as perversely forbidden as it’s illegal. It’s wrong for me to want you in such a sexual way.”
She laughed again.
“I’m tired conforming to what society dictates with what we should or shouldn’t do. No one knows what we do behind closed, bedroom doors,” she said. “I had a sexual life before you came along and long after you were born,” she said with a little laugh while slowly stroking his erection. She looked down at her hand holding his erection before she looked back up at him. “Are you okay with me holding you, touching, and stroking you in this sexual way or would you rather that I stop masturbating you?”
Not waiting for him to answer, she continued fingering the head of his cock while stroking him a little faster. Teasing him with her gentle, motherly touches, she had sexually excited him even more by not only allowing him to give her pillow talk but also by returning his pillow talk with her pillow talk. When she continued sexually exciting him, instantly erecting them, he ran his slow fingers over her nipples. Then, as if goading him to answer her affirmatively, she reached down to cup his testicles in the palm of her hand.
‘Oh, my God,’ he thought when his mother cupped his balls. ‘I can’t believe she just did that. That felt so good. Always imagining my mother giving me a hand job, I never imagined her cupping my testicles would feel so incredibly good.’
“Mom,” he said, which was all that he could say.
She laughed.
“Don’t call me Mom when I’m cupping your balls in one hand while stroking your erect prick in my other hand,” she said with another laugh while squeezing his balls a little. “Call me Susan.”
He looked at her looking at him.
“That feels so good what you’re doing, Susan,” he said. “And to answer your question, yes, I’m okay with what you’re doing,” he said in a sexually excited whisper. “Even though I’ve always fantasized about it while masturbating over it, I never thought you’d be holding, fondling, and stroking my cock in your hand. I never thought you’d offer to give me a blowjob.”
Only, he wished instead of her only holding him, fondling him, and slowly stroking him that she’d stroke him faster and harder. Horny before and with his mother making him even hornier now, he wished she’d give him a motherly hand job. He wished she’d give him a motherly blowjob in the way that she gave his father a wifely hand job and a wifely blowjob. Now that he knew what it felt like to feel his cock in his mother’s hand, he wanted to know what it would feel like to feel his cock in his mother’s mouth and in his mother’s pussy.
“I promise not to stroke you too hard and too fast, that is unless you ask me to do that,” she said with a sexy laugh. “No doubt, you’d rather that I suck you than stroke you. They looked at one another through the dim light of her nightlight lit bedroom. “Okay?”
As if reading his mind, she said what he was thinking again.
‘It’s okay if you stroke me harder and faster. It’s okay if you give me a hand job,’ he thought and wanted to say. ‘I’d love for you to give me a blowjob too,’ he wanted to add. ‘I’d love to cum in your mouth before giving you a cum bath, too,’ he wanted to say but didn’t.
Perhaps wanting him to make the next sexual move, he wondered if this was his cue to tell her that it was okay for her to stroke him and to suck him, that is if she had a mind to do that. Difficult to read her, even with her naked and giving him pillow talk, he couldn’t tell if she was sexually teasing him or was serious about giving him a hand job and a blowjob. If she blew him, he’d love to return the favor and eat her.
“Okay,” he said wishing he had the balls to ask her to stroke him fast enough and long enough to make him cum.
# # #
He’d love to cum for his mother. He’d love to see the look on her face when he ejaculated for her and because of her. As if tattooing his mother with gobs of his cum, he wished he could give her a cum bath. As if marking her as his woman by shooting his DNA all over her beautiful face and body, he’d love to decorate her with the pearls of his dripping cum. He not only would love to cum in her beautiful mouth but also, he’d love to cum all over her pretty face and across her big tits.
More than anything, he wanted to have sex with his mother. More than anything, as if she was his lover instead of his mother he wanted to touch and feel her everywhere while making out with her. More than anything, on this day of love, romance, and sex, Christmas Eve, he wanted to make love to his mother before fucking his mother. Just as he wanted her to give him an orgasm, he wanted to return the favor and give her an orgasm too. Now that she knows what he looks like and sounds like when cumming, he’d love to know what his mother looks like and sounds like when cumming too.
Thinking about putting his hand on her hand to hump her hand with his hips, with the help of his mother’s hand, he could give himself a reluctant hand job. Only, with her already willingly stroking him and with her already asking him if he wanted her to give him a hand job, he didn’t have to do that. She had already agreed to masturbate him.
The best Christmas gift he could ever want, just as he couldn’t believe his mother was holding his big prick in her hand, he couldn’t believe his mother was stroking his big prick in her hand. He couldn’t believe she was giving him a slow hand job while allowing him to feel her tits and finger her nipples. Hoping she would, he couldn’t wait for her to suck his cock.
“You have a very, big cock James,” she said in a whisper while squeezing his prick and staring down at his erection. She slid her body down to rest her head on his chest while she continued stroking him. “Your prick is so very hard, much harder than your father’s cock. With your father always too drunk to get and/or maintain an erection, it’s been a long time since I’ve held a hard cock in my hand.”
He couldn’t believe his mother was talking dirty to him. Now, he couldn’t wait to talk dirty to her. He pushed the covers aside to look down at himself and to look at his mother’s hand holding and stroking his prick. He looked from his engorged penis to look at her and she turned her head to look from his erect cock to look up at him. With her resting her head on his chest, wishing she’d rest her head on his stomach, his cock would be much closer to her mouth then.
“I do? Really?” He stared down at his mother holding his prick in her hand. “Do you really think I have a big cock?”
She laughed.
“Trust me. You do,” she said with a sexy smile. “You have a much bigger prick than your father’s prick. You have a bigger prick than any of your father’s friends. You have a bigger prick than many of the male strippers had when my friends took me out to a CFNM strip club for my 30th birthday. Better times then, that was several years before I divorced your father.”
He imagined his mother at a CFNM strip club drunk. He wondered if she was drunk enough to lick whipped cream off the strippers’ cocks. He imagined, while she was licking whipped cream from their pricks, they put a hand to the back of her blonde, pretty head and impaled her mouth with their stiff pricks. With her the birthday girl, he wondered how far she went in having sex with any of them.
“Thank you,” he said with a laugh. “I’m a little embarrassed that you’re holding my prick while stroking my prick but I’m not embarrassed enough to stop you,” he said with a dirty laugh. “Tell me, Susan, I’m curious.”
She gave him a sexy smile while turning her head to look at him.
“Curious about what? What would you like to know?”
He looked at her to give her his own sexually excited smile.
“Being that you’re the one who brought it up but did any of the strippers try to get you to blow them, I mean, really suck them while stroking them? Did you suck any of their cocks, Susan,” he said but wanting to call her mother instead? It sexually excited him more to call her Mom or Mother than it did to call her Susan.
She laughed.
“They tried,” she said laughing again. “Suffice to say that I’ve licked whip cream from a few cocks on my thirtieth birthday, if that’s what you mean. Perhaps, I’ll do it again on my fiftieth birthday,” she said with a dirty laugh.
He looked at her wide-eyed.
“Wow,” he said while imagining his mother sucking stripper’s pricks. “I only wished they allowed men in to watch. I’ve love to watch you lick whipped cream from some strippers’ cocks.”
He suddenly saw his mother in a new sexual light.
“Being that I was drunk at the time and it was all in good fun, I took a couple of them in my mouth while stroking them too,” she said. “It was a time when the only cock I had in my mouth was your father’s prick before one of his friends impaled my mouth with his erection. After that, especially with me being drunk, sexually frustrated, and horny, I was more than willing to give a stripper a partial hand job and/or a blowjob.”
She looked at him to give him a naughty smile.
“God, I’m so embarrassed,” he said even though he wasn’t embarrassed but sexually excited.
She smirked.
“Embarrassed? Why are you embarrassed? You weren’t embarrassed playing with my pubic hair while trying to finger my pussy. You weren’t embarrassed feeling and fondling my naked breasts? I don’t think you’re embarrassed at all. If you’re anything judging by your erection, you’re sexually excited,” she said laughing while still stroking him.
With her able to see right through him, he could feel himself turning red.
“Yeah, well, you are my mother after all and even though I fantasized about us having sex, I never thought we’d ever be sexually intimate.” he said while wishing she wasn’t his mother. “I never thought we’d be in bed naked together.”
If she wasn’t his mother, he’d already be having sex with her.
“Now that you mentioned it, I’m curious,” she said. “What if I wasn’t your mother, what would you do to me right now that we’re in bed naked together? Tell me. I want to know.”
Again, with her saying what he was thinking, with the both of them so very connected and seemingly always on the same page, it was as if she could read his mind.
“I’m embarrassed to say Mom,” he said.
She rolled her eyes and sighed again.
“Susan. Call me Susan. Don’t call me Mom and don’t be embarrassed while I have your stiff prick in my hand,” she said with another laugh. “Tell me. I’m curious to know,” she said while ever so slowly stroking his cock. “What would you do if I wasn’t your mother and we were in bed together naked as we are now?”
# # #
With her giving him the opportunity to say what he was thinking, he thought about all the sexual things that he’d love to do with his mother. With her asking him what he’d sexual do with her if she wasn’t his mother, he thought of all the sexual things that he’d love his mother to do with him. In addition to having sex with her, he’d love to talk dirty to her. In addition to having sex with her and talking dirty to her, he’d love to roleplay with her too. He imagined all the sexy scenarios he could roleplay with his mother.
“If you weren’t my mother, I’d kiss you. I’d really kiss you, French kiss. I’d kiss you while touching you and feeling you everywhere. I’d kiss you before fingering you and licking you and before making love to you,” he said getting aroused by all the imagery of having incestuous sex with his mother. “If you weren’t my mother, I’d make slow love to you. Then, I’d fuck you. I’d really fuck you. I’d fuck you hard and fast. I’d pound your pussy until you had an orgasm,” he said enjoying talking dirty to his mother.
As if they were both thinking about what he had just said, they remained quiet while she continued slowly stroking his prick and while he continued feeling her breasts and stealthily fingering her nipples.
“Would you like to kiss me, French kiss me, now?”
She looked at him in the way that Jessica used to look at him when she was horny and wanted sex. That woman was always horny. She always wanted sex. Good luck to his father for marrying her. She was such a head case. A young, pretty woman with a super-hot body, albeit without tits, but she was always drunk or drugged out of her head. The best thing his father did for the both of them was to leave with her. The best thing his father could do for her was to hopefully get her clean, sober, and buy her breast implants. He couldn’t believe he was thinking of his father and his ex-girlfriend at a time like this.
“Yes,” he said eager to French kiss his mother.
She leaned up to him and he leaned down to her and they kissed. Their first real kiss, Susan parted her son’s lips in the way that James had always wanted to part his mother’s lips. A long, wet kiss, James took the opportunity of French kissing his mother while fondling her breasts and fingering her nipples. Susan took the opportunity of French kissing her son to stroke his cock a little faster and a little harder.
“Now that you French kissed me and got that out of your system, what else would you do if I wasn’t your mother?”
While never letting go of his cock, she moved her head from his chest to make herself more comfortable beside him.
“If you weren’t my mother, I’d talk dirty to you and hope you’d talk dirty to me. I’d roleplay some sexy scenarios with you,” he said finally saying what he was thinking. “If you weren’t my mother, I’d take you parking. I’d have sex with you in a parked car while strangers watched.
She looked at him and smiled.
“I could do that as long as our car doors were locked,” she said with a laugh. “Well, being that we just French kissed and we’ve been talking dirty to one another, we have both of those boxes checked,” she said with a laugh. “What kind of sexy scenarios would you like to roleplay with me? Tell me. I want to know.”
He stared out into her dimly lit bedroom as if he was already watching his mother roleplaying his sexy scenarios.
“I don’t know. I’d do lots of sexy things with you,” he said shooting her a shit eating grin. “I’d have you answer the door for the pizza man while wearing only a towel and flashing him your naked body by dropping your towel,” he said with a dirty laugh.
She returned his laugh with her laugh.
“Like father like son,” she said laughing. “Your father asked me to do that too but I wouldn’t. He was mean and nasty about everything he wanted me sexually to do. You’re not like him in that regard. You’re more respectfully considerate of my feelings and wouldn’t ask me to do something that I wasn’t comfortable doing. Yet, I’d be willing to do that with you,” she said with a dirty laugh. “That could be fun. If exposing myself sexually excited you, I’d walk in the middle of the street naked,” she said unembarrassed and unashamed while laughing. “Anything else?”
He thought for a long second before answering her.
“Besides going with you to a nude beach and having you flash your tits to truckers on the highway on the way there and back, I’d love to take you to the mall,” he said.
She gave him a curious look.
“I’d go to a nude beach with you but I don’t know about flashing my tits to truckers,” she said with a laugh. “The mall? Again, like father like son, you hate shopping,” she said.
This time he gave her a sexy smile and a naughty look.
“I’d dropped you at the curb where there were some men watching. While acting as if you weren’t aware that you were exposed, I imagine you alighting from the car with your skirt nearly raised to your waist and your legs spread wide open. I imagine you giving them a great an up-skirt view of your white panties,” he said.
She shot him a sexy smile.
“There again, like father and son. Your father wanted me to do that to the valet whenever we went out to eat but I wouldn’t. I didn’t want to be his whore but I wouldn’t mind being your whore,” she said leaning up to him to French kiss her son again while giving him a sexy look and a naughty smile. “What else would you like me to do at the mall?”
He gave her a sexy grin.
“I’d take you to the mall not to shop but to flash your beautiful body to unsuspecting men. I’d love to watch you flashing your panties to the shoe store salesman while trying on boots a size too small,” he said with a dirty laugh. “Then, on the pretense of fixing your shoe, I’d love to watch you bend at the waist while wearing a short skirt as you go up the escalator with a couple of men standing behind you. With them standing low enough and you standing high enough while bending at the waist, they’d have a great view of your panty clad pussy and ass,” he said.
He looked at her to see if he was going too far before continuing. Instead of her recoiling, she seemed eager to play his game of sexy pillow talk. Instead of being turned off by what he wanted to watch her do, she seemed sexually aroused by the thought of fulfilling her son’s sexual fantasies.
“I’d wear my shortest skirt to show off my legs and my sexiest panties to show off my ass,” she said getting into his game. “Tell me. This is fun. What else would we do at the mall?”
As if he had been thinking about these things for a long time, he shared his sexual fantasies with her.
“We could find a store that still had curtains on the dressing room and, with you not closing the curtains all the way, I’d love to watch you flash the men standing outside waiting for their wives and girlfriends,” he said. “While pretending that I’m not with you, I’d stand at a distance but where I could still see you. I’d love to watch you flash them what you look like in your panties and bra, topless, and naked,” he said.
She laughed again.
“Like mother like son. You’re as much of a voyeur as I’m an exhibitionist,” she said. “We could do that too. Besides having sex, we could do all those things if that’s what you’d like to do with me,” she said with a laugh. “Anything else?”
Putting it all out there, he told his mother everything that he’d love to sexually do with her.
“We could go to a casino and you could wear something sexy with nothing underneath. No panties and no bra,” he said. “While leaning over a Craps table, when you weren’t flashing men your naked ass and pussy, you’d be flashing men your naked breasts,” he said getting sexually aroused by replaying his sexy scenarios in his head.
She shrugged her indifference about wearing a dress without wearing panties and/or bra.
“I’m not sure about that one,” she said laughing. “I’d be overly self-conscious flashing my naked ass, pussy, and tits with all the young, sexy women that frequent the casino. I don’t have the body that I once had. I would have done something like that twenty years ago, if I was married to a different man, a man who appreciated that sort of sexy fun without turning it into a habitual perversion. I would have done that with your father if I knew he wouldn’t throw it up in my face by calling me a whore after I did it,” she said.
As if she was day dreaming about all that he had just said, she rested her head on his chest again.
“I’d love to do those things and more with you, Susan. Especially with men not knowing or even suspecting that we were mother and son, that would be such sexy fun to play some sexual games,” he said while stroking her beautiful, blonde hair. “With me looking older than twenty-two-years-old and you looking younger than forty-years-old, people would more think we were boyfriend and girlfriend then they would that we were mother and son.”
She fondled his prick while cupping his balls again.
“I could be your cougar and you could be my cub. That would be fun,” she said with a dirty laugh. “Even though I haven’t had very many cocks in my hand, your cock is the biggest and the hardest cock I’ve ever felt,” she said again while changing the subject and stroking him. “I love your big prick, James,” she said stroking him a little faster and a little harder.
He looked down at her hand stroking his prick again.
“I never thought I had a big cock. I just assumed that I was average,” he said watching his mother play with his prick. “I’m glad you love my big prick. I love your big tits,” he said fondling her breasts while fingering her nipples.
# # #
With his mother still holding his erect prick in her hand as if she was holding her dildo, she pressed her big breasts against his ribs. Holding one another, they remained silent while Susan continued slowly stroking her son and while he continued feeling her naked breasts and fingering her nipples. She stopped stroking and fondling him to ask him another question. Before asking her question, she remained silent as if rethinking what she was about to ask him before blurting out her question. Then, as if he was dreaming what she said, he heard what she said.
“May I take you in my mouth? Would you like for me to blow you?” She moved her head from his chest again to turn and look up at him and to see his reaction to her asking her son if she could blow him.
He stared down at her while she stared up at him.
“Mom,” he said and again was all that he could say.
He was as shocked as he was sexually excited. If there was any doubt about them being incestuous with one another, her taking his prick in her mouth would erase all doubt. If there was any lingering doubt about them having incestuous sex, a mother blowing her son would move them far across the incestuous line. Unable to answer her, yet there was no way that he was going to say no to her. He’d never turn down a blowjob, especially one from his mother.
“Years since I sucked a cock, it’s been a long time, years, since I had a cock in my mouth. I’d like to suck your prick. May I suck you, James? With your father always drunk and sometimes difficult for him to get and maintain an erection without taking Viagra, it’s been even longer since I had a hard cock in my mouth. I used to love giving blowjobs,” she said. “I’d love to blow you, James.”
The ever-obedient son that he was, as if he’d ever say no to his mother, he’d never deny his mother anything, especially her blowing him. Hoping he heard her correctly, he couldn’t believe what his mother just asked him. She asked if she could take his prick in her mouth. She asked if she could suck his prick. His mother wants to blow him. Not sure if she asked what he thought she asked or if he had imagined her asking that, he asked her to repeat herself.
“Pardon? Sorry. What? I don’t think I heard you correctly,” he said shocked that his mother solicited him for a blowjob without him having to pressure her to suck him. “You want to take my prick in your mouth? Did you ask if you could blow me?”
“Yes,” she said laughing while kissing his cock.
She moved her body lower while staring up at him so that he could see her kissing his erect prick.
“You want to suck me?”
She stared up at him while swirling her tongue around his big dick.
“Yes,” she said licking his cock while laughing nervously.
Still not believing that his mother was ready to give him what he so wanted, he asked her again.
“You want to give me a blowjob?”
As evidence that she wanted to suck her son, she briefly took him in her mouth before removing it to speak again.
“Yes,” she said. “I’d like to give you a blowjob but only if you’d like your mother to blow you,” she said with a dirty laugh.
He knew what she had said, of course, but he needed the time to wrap his brain around his mother blowing him before filling her mouth with his hard, hairy prick. He needed to ask her again what she had said to make sure he heard her correctly and that he wasn’t mistaken. While enjoying the sexual anticipation of her taking his erect prick in her mouth for the first time, he needed to ask her again what she had said.
“Of course, I’d love for you to blow me,” he said. “I just didn’t know if I heard what you said of if I had imagined you saying what you said.”
She smiled up at her son while stroking his cock, kissing his cock, and licking his cock.
“Allow me to make myself clear,” she said with a laugh. “If you don’t mind, James, I’d like to blow you. I’d like to suck your big prick,” she said with a nervous laugh while staring at him and while slowly licking her red, full lips. “I’d like to take my son’s big dick in my mouth,” she said before moving up to him and leaning to him to whisper her words in his ear before sticking her tongue in his ear and blowing.
# # #
James couldn’t believe his mother wanted to take his prick in her mouth. This was it. He couldn’t believe she wanted to suck his prick. This was really it. He couldn’t believe she wanted to blow him. Something he imagined her doing every time he masturbated himself, his sexual fantasy was finally coming true.
A sexy, incestuous dream come true, he couldn’t believe that his mother willingly wanted to give him oral sex. Not only had he always wanted to flash his mother his prick in the way that she always flashed him her panties, her cleavage, and bra but also, he had always wanted to have sex with her. He had always wanted her to suck him while stroking him. Only, with him not wanting to offend her, with him never having the nerve to flash her, that is until this morning when he masturbated and ejaculated in front of her, he’d never solicit her for sex until now.
He couldn’t believe his mother was making all the sexual moves that he had been longing to make for years. Now that she had solicited him for sex, he’d never say no. Now that she solicited him for sex, he felt good about soliciting her for sex. Now that she asked if she could suck his prick, he’d love to ask her if he could lick her pussy.
Not only did he want his mother to blow him but also, he wanted to return the favor by eating her pussy. After they gave one another oral orgasms, he’d love to make love to his mother. After making sweet, slow love to his mother, he’d love to fuck his mother hard and fast. He’d love to give his mother multiple orgasms with his fingers, with his tongue, and with his cock.
“Sure,” he said. “Okay,” he said. He propped up more pillows behind his head so that he could watch his mother take him in her mouth to suck him. “I’d love for you to take me in your mouth. I’d love for you to suck my cock. I’d love for you to blow me, Mom,” he said sliding a slow finger across her full lips before fingering her nipples. “If you’d still allow me to do that, I can’t wait to cum in your mouth.”
‘I’d love to cum in your mouth, Mom,’ he thought. ‘Then, after I cum in your mouth and you swallow my cum, I’d love to give you a cum bath. I’d love to cum all over your face,’ he thought but didn’t say what he was thinking.
Enough that his mother was willing to blow him, he didn’t want to push his luck by asking her again if he give her a cum bath. With her from a different generation, he was surprised that she even sucked cock. Yet, sucking cock was one thing but cumming in her mouth, watching her swallow, and then giving her a cum bath was something else entirely. Nonetheless, as if she had already invited him to do so, she did tease him about cumming in her mouth and giving her a cum bath.
# # #
Yet, before Susan gave her son a blowjob, she seemingly wanted to have some sexy fun too. Not thinking that she’d turn on the light, as if giving him a medical exam or checking him for a tick, she turned on the bedside light and he squinted. Then, as if removing the wrapping from an expensive Christmas gift, she removed the blanket and sheet from his naked body and from her nearly naked body. Immediately when seeing his mother naked, his cock sprung to life as if it was on a spring that had been released with the removal of the bedding and her hand.
“You don’t mind if I get naked too, do you? I’m hot, so very hot,” she said removing her nightgown without even waiting for him to reply.
As if she wasn’t naked already, he could understand her wanting to remove her nightgown. Every time he moved, he was pulling on her nightgown and choking her. Yet, before he could even answer her, she had unbuttoned her one button at her neck, removed it from her naked body, and tossed it to the end of the bed. His mother was naked. He couldn’t believe his mother was naked. He couldn’t believe he was naked and in bed with his naked mother.
“Oh, my God, Mom, I mean, Susan. You’re so beautiful. You have an unbelievable body,” he said touching her and feeling her everywhere he had always wanted to touch and feel her and where no naked son should ever touch and feel his naked mother. “I’d be proud to take you to a casino and have you flash unsuspecting men all that I’m seeing of you now.”
She looked down at herself to look where he was staring.
“Tell me. Now that you’re seeing them in the light, I’m curious to know. Do you like my tits?” She looked down at her big breasts before looking up at her son. “Your father loved my tits. He couldn’t get enough of my big breasts,” she said beaming him a sexy smile. “He was always flashing my tits to his drunken friends.”
She looked from him to look at her tits again before looking up at him.
“Do I like your tits?” He looked at her as if she was joking. “I love your tits. You have beautiful breasts, so firm yet so soft and so shapely,” he said reaching out both hands to feel her touch her tits, feel her tits, fondle her big tits. “Better than a Playboy Playmate, you have the best breasts I’ve ever seen and felt.”
Seemingly pleased with his response, she gave him a sexually excited smile.
“What about my nipples? Do you like my nipples? Your father loved fingering my nipples while sucking my nipples,” she said with pride. “Go ahead, now that I’ve been fondling your cock and cupping your balls, you may suck my nipples while fingering my nipples. I love having my nipples sucked and fingered.”
He immediately fingered both his mother’s big nipples. Pulling them, he turned them and twisted them between his fingers.
“I love your big nipples, Mom,” he said forgetting to call her Susan again.
Obviously sexually excited by feeling her tits and fingering her nipples while she returned her hand to his erect prick and continued to slowly stroke his cock, he forgot about sucking her tits. As if she was his Dominatrix and he was her personal, sexual slave, she blurted out what she wanted him to do next. Now that she told him what to do, he couldn’t wait to suck his mother’s big tits.
“Suck my tits before I suck your cock,” she said as if she was his dominating woman instead of his kind and caring mother.
Obediently obeying his mother, with his hands all over her big tits, James sucked his mother’s tits, first one and then the other. He fingered her nipples while continuing to suck her nipples. Squeezing her tits, he cupped and fondled her big breasts in his hands before leaning down to suck and finger her nipples again.
“I love sucking your erect nipples and feeling your big tits, Susan,” he said.
She took him by the wrist to not only tell him more of what she wanted before blowing him but also to show him what she wanted him to do before sucking him.
“Touch me before I suck your cock. I want you to feel how wet you made me,” she said giving him a kiss, a long, wet, French kiss. “Finger my cunt. Masturbate me. Masturbate your mother, James, in the way that I’ve been masturbating you.”
James touched his mother where no son should ever touch his mother. He fingered his mother’s pussy as if he was her lover instead of her son. She put her hand on his hand and closed her eyes while he rubbed her clit and finger fucked her cunt. As much as he was sexually excited by her words, he was even more sexually excited by her actions. As much as he was sexually excited, she was obviously sexually excited too.
“Oh, my God, Susan. You’re so very wet,” he said rubbing her clit faster and harder while finger fucking his mother deeper. “I can’t believe how wet you are. You’re drenched. I love your pussy, Mom.”
He lowered his head down to suck her hard, erect nipples again. Eager to get her to cum, he was masturbating his mother in the way that she had been masturbating him. His sexual fantasy come true, he couldn’t believe he was finally masturbating his mother while sucking her big tits and fingering her erect nipples.
“Before I take your big prick in my mouth, before I suck you, I’d like to have some sexy fun too,” she said leaning to whisper her sexual lust to her son while sticking her tongue in his ear again.
He looked at her with curiosity.
“What is it Mom? What would you like me to do? I’ll do anything for you,” he said not able to help himself from calling her Mom. Now that he was ready to do something sexual with her, he was more comfortable calling her Mom or Mother than Susan. It sexually excited him more when he called her Mom or Mother than when he called her Susan. “Just ask.”
She took his face in-between both of her hands and gave him a long, wet, French kiss. Then, as if telling him that he was her secret Valentine, she confessed her sexual passion for her son in the way he already revealed his sexual passion for his mother. As if she was embarrassed to say what she sexually wanted aloud, she whispered what she wanted him to do in his ear again.
“Eat me, James,” she said whispering in his ear while licking and blowing in his ear. She pulled back her head to obviously see the expression on his face. “Lick my pussy while fingering my pussy. Make me cum. Make me your submissive bitch. Make me your sexual slave. I want to be your whore,” she said shocking him.
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In the way that James had just done with his pillows, Susan rearranged her pillows behind her head in anticipation to watch her son eat her pussy. She spread her long, shapely legs and, as if showing him what to do, she fingered her pussy while staring at him. Obviously not needing his mother’s instruction on how to masturbate and eat her, after masturbating and eating his ex-girlfriend, Jessica, now his stepmother, so many times, James moved down in-between Susan’s mother’s shapely thighs.
In the way that he touched her with his fingers before, he touched her with his fingers again now. Only this time, she allowed him to part her vaginal lips and touch her deeper. Exploring her warm wetness, he rubbed her clit while fucking her pussy with his long, stiff fingers. Then, ready to eat her, he moved his mouth closer to his mother’s cunt and licked her. Licking her while fingering her, with him hoping to have sex with her, he never expected to ever have oral sex with her. Without a doubt, no comparison, his mother giving him her naked body was the best Christmas gift she ever gave him.
Licking and licking her, he licked his mother’s pussy faster, harder, and deeper. Fingering her pussy while rubbing her clit, he rubbed her clit harder and fingered her pussy deeper. Masturbating her with his right hand, he reached up his left hand to feel her big tits and finger her erect nipples while continuing to lick and finger her. Obviously, by the sexually excited look on her face, she was enjoying what he was sexually doing to her pussy.
Obviously, with her squirming as soon as he fondled her breasts and fingered her nipples, she was sexually enjoying her son eating her cunt as much as she was enjoying him playing with her tits and fingering her nipples. In the way that he was licking her pussy, fingering her pussy, and fondling her breasts was obviously the magic formula to get his mother to cum. He continued licking and fingering his mother’s wet pussy while pulling, turning, and twisting her erect nipples. He could wait to see and hear her have a sexual orgasm.
“I love eating your pussy, Susan. I love licking your cunt,” he said lifting his head to talk dirty to her. “You’re so wet.”
He couldn’t believe he was naked and in bed with his naked mother. He couldn’t believe he was feeling her big tits and fingering her erect nipples. He couldn’t believe she stroked and fondled his stiff prick before taking his erect cock in her mouth. He couldn’t believe she French kissed him. He couldn’t believe he was eating his mother’s pussy. He couldn’t believe his fingers and his tongue were inside of his mother’s cunt. She reached down to take his hand in her hands and then moved his hand to her mouth to lick her vaginal juices from his fingers.
“I love you, James. I love having you eat my pussy. I love you licking and fingering my cunt,” she said returning his dirty talk with her dirty talk. “Better than flowers, chocolate, and a sexy nightgown, sex is the best Christmas Day gift you could have given me,” she said. “Sex is just what I needed. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, especially oral sex.”
He removed his mouth from his mother to smile up at her.
“I love you, too, Mom,” he said. “Merry Christmas, Mom.”
As if she was the aggressive man and he was the submissive woman, she pushed his head down with her hand.
“More licking and less talking, please,” she said with a sexy look and a dirty laugh. “Eat me, James. Eat me. Lick your mother’s cunt. Finger my pussy. Rub my clit faster and harder while licking and licking me,” she said giving him her motherly instructions in how to give her an orgasm.
Adding another dimension to eating his mother, he made sounds as if he was chanting, James continued eating his mother.
“Uma, uma, uma, uma,” he uttered his sounds while licking his mother, a way that helped him to breath when his mouth and nose was buried in his mother’s wet pussy.
By the way she was wiggling her shapely ass all over the bed, she obviously enjoyed her son’s sound effects while he ate her.
“Lick me, James. Lick me. Oh, my God, James. Oh, my God. Eat Mommy. Make Mommy cum. Stick your tongue deeper in my hole. That’s it. Right there, Baby. Right there. Oh, my God, I’m going to cum,” she said. “Oh, my God, I love your tongue and your fingers. Lick me harder. Lick me faster. Finger me deeper.”
He licked her harder. He licked her faster. He fingered her deeper while pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples.
“Cum, Mom, cum. Cum in my mouth,” he said. “I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste you.”
As soon as he told her to cum and as if she was the submissive and obedient mother and he was her controlling and domineering son, it didn’t take her long to cum. She grabbed him by his hair and mashed his face in her pussy. Moving his head side-to-side, she creamed his face with her vaginal secretions in the way that he couldn’t wait to cream his mother’s mouth, face, hair, and breasts with his cum. In the way that she was bathing him in her vaginal secretions, he couldn’t wait to bathe her in his cum and give her a cum bath.
“Oh, James. I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she said pressing his head forward and holding it there. “Eat me, James. Eat me. Eat my cunt. Lick Mommy’s pussy.”
He continued licking her faster while fingering her deeper.
“Cum, Mom, cum. Cum in my mouth,” he said. “Cum, Mom, cum.”
As if calling her Mom was her orgasm button, forget about calling her Susan, she tightened her legs, arched her back, and screamed his name.
“James! I’m cumming. Oh, my God. I don’t believe this. I’m cumming,” she said collapsing in the mattress as if she was his blowup doll and he had deflated her.
She remained there like that enjoying the afterglow of sex while he continued licking and fingering her. She remained like that enjoying the afterglow of sex while he continued feeling her big tits and fingering her erect nipples.
“Oh, Mom, that was incredible,” he said.
Then, she reached down for him.
“Come to Mommy. Let me hold my beautiful son,” she said reaching her arms for him.
They stayed like that holding one another while basking in the afterglow of sex.
“I love you, Mom,” he said.
She looked at him before giving him a big, wet kiss while reaching down to take his erect cock in her hand again. Then, she said something that he had longed to hear. He couldn’t believe his mother wanted him to do what he had always wanted to do with her.
“Show me how much you love me. Make love to me,” she said whispering what she sexually wanted in his ear again while licking and blowing in his ear. “Make love to your mother on this day of love and romance. Show me how much you love your mother on Christmas by making love to your mother before fucking your mother.”
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Something he had sexually fantasized doing so many times while masturbating himself and sexually fantasizing over having sex with his mother, seemingly so surreal and as if he was dreaming, James mounted his mother. He was about to have deep, penetrating sex with his mother. He was about to make love to his mother. He was about to fuck his mother.
He felt her hand reach for him and wrap her fingers around him. He felt her hand reach between his legs for his cock. She inserted him inside of her pussy. As if he was meant to be inside of her, with a hump and a thrust, he slid inside his mother. He was making sweet, incestuous love to his mother. He couldn’t believe he was making forbidden love to his mother.
As soon as his engorged cock parted her pussy lips, his prick was engulfed with her warm wetness. With her going years without having sex, feeling tighter than Jessica, she was nearly as tight as a virgin. He humped his mother while kissing her and she returned her son’s incestuous passion with her sexual passion. Making love to one another, he couldn’t believe he was making love to his mother just as he couldn’t believe his mother was making love to him.
With them both as horny as they were sexually frustrated, it didn’t take long before James was fucking his mother instead of making love to his mother. Humping her faster, he humped her harder. Fucking his mother harder and faster, he fucked her deeper. He banged his mother’s pussy in the mattress and her head against the padded headboard. A real fucking machine, Susan wrapped her arms around her son’s neck while holding on to enjoy the sexually exciting ride.
“Oh, James. James! Oh, my God, James. You’re going to make me cum again,” she said whispering in his ear again. “It’s been such a long time since I’ve been laid. Fuck me, James. Fuck me. Pound my pussy. Make Mommy cum again,” she said holding her son tighter. “You’re making your mother so very happy.”
She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck and wrapped her long legs around his waist. Returning his hard, fast humps with her hard, fast humps, she humped him as hard and as fast as he humped her. She fucked her son as hard and as fast as he fucked his mother. Fucking and fucking, mother and son fucked one another as if they were animals in an alley. Fucking and fucking, she grabbed his ass with both hands when he reached beneath her to grab her ass with both hands. As if they were trying to merge their bodies, mother and son fucked one another as if they were one.
“Cum, Susan, cum,” he said again. “Cum, Mom, cum.”
As if he uttered the magic words by calling her Mom and cum together in one sentence, she grew more sexually excited.
“James! James! Oh, my God, James! I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Fuck me faster. Fuck me harder. Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she screamed her sexually excitement. “Please don’t stop fucking me. Fuck me, James. Fuck me. Fuck me faster. Fuck me harder. Fuck me, James. Fuck me.”
Then, instead of an explosion, she collapsed in a whimper. Flat out with her arms and legs spread, she looked like a dead starfish washed up on the beach. They embraced one another and kissed while holding one another. A naked mother with her naked son, they hugged one another while kissing. They stayed like that for a long time while holding one another, breathing hard, and sweating.
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Keeping her promise as soon as she recouped her energy, she slid her body halfway down the length of him. As if she was a slithering snake in the garden of Eden, as if she was Eve and he was Adam, she kissed and licked her son everywhere he ever imagined his mother kissing and licking him. Then, while staring up at him with her big, beautiful, blue eyes, she took his long, hard prick in her soft, warm hand again. This time, before stroking his prick, she kissed his prick while licking his prick. Then, she stroked him to a harder erection before taking his cock in her mouth to suck him while stroking him.
She sucked her vaginal secretions from his cock while stroking him faster and sucking him deeper. With him already sexually excited from French kissing his mother, seeing her naked, and touching and feeling her everywhere he had sexually fantasized of touching her and feeling her, he was already ready to cum. After making love to her and fucking her, it wouldn’t take his mother very long for him to shoot a load of warm, oozy cum in her mouth and down her throat.
“Blow me, Mom. Suck my cock. I need to cum,” he said stroking her beautiful, natural, blonde hair.
As if teasing him with her eyes, her hand, her mouth, and her tongue, she continued sucking him and stroking him while staring up at him. As if he was dreaming, seemingly so surreal, and as if he was imagining all of this, he couldn’t believe his MILF of a mother was finally blowing him. She removed his cock from her mouth long enough to speak before taking his stiff prick in her mouth again.
“Cum, Jimmy, cum. Cum for Mommy. Cum. Cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. I need to swallow you,” she said. “Cum, Jimmy, cum.”
The first time calling him Jimmy instead of James, as if he was her lover instead of her son, she sexually excited him even more. He put a gentle hand behind his mother’s blonde, pretty head. He humped her mouth and fucked her face while she continued stroking him faster and sucking him deeper. He humped her mouth and fucked her face while she continued stroking him, sucking him, and staring up at him with those eyes. He stretched her lips in the way that he stretched her pussy for her to accommodate his big prick.
As if sexually teasing him, taking his stiff prick in and out of her mouth, she obviously wanted to show him that she was sucking him. Showing him what he wanted to see, she stared up at him while kissing, licking, and sucking his cock. In the way that he imagined her sucking his father and blowing the strippers on her 30th birthday, she was blowing her son on Christmas now. Just as he couldn’t believe he had given his mother a sexual orgasm, she was intent on giving him an incestuous orgasm too.
“I can’t wait to cum in your mouth, Mom,” he said enjoying the blowjob. “May I give you a cum bath too? I’d like to cum all over your pretty face, in your beautiful, blonde hair, and across your big tits,” he said.
She removed his cock from her mouth again to give him a smile.
“After you cum in my mouth, save some cum to give me a cum bath. Your father loved giving me cum baths too,” she said giving him a wink. “Then, we can shower together and have sex in the shower again too,” she said with a dirty laugh. “I’d love nothing more than to have sex with you every day, twice a day, morning and night.”
Susan returned her son’s prick to her mouth and continued blowing him. He couldn’t believe his mother wanted him to give her a cum bath. He couldn’t believe she wanted to have sex in the shower. He couldn’t believe she wanted to have sex with him every day, twice a day, morning and night.
“Mom! Oh, my God, Mom. Mom! I’m cumming,” he said. “I’m cumming.”
Not giving her much warning, he shot a load of cum in his mother’s mouth that surprised her. Not wanting to miss this opportunity, he pulled his prick out of her mouth in time to shoot a second load of cum across her face, in her hair, and with the remainder painting her naked breasts with his dripping cum. Good thing she had her eyes closed otherwise he would have whitened her blue eyes with his cum.
“My God, Jimmy. For someone who ejaculated a huge load of cum this morning, I can’t believe you still have all this cum saved for me now,” she said. “Be a dear and grab me a hand towel from my top, right, bureau drawer.”
He got up from his mother’s bed, opened her bureau drawer, and removed the towel. Only, as soon as he did, obviously seeing something that he wasn’t supposed to see, he saw something that caught his attention. As soon as he opened her bureau drawer and looked closer, he saw something that shocked him as much as it sexually excited him. As soon as he opened her bureau drawer and read what was typed on the document, as if he was seeing things or imagining things, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
He saw a small stack of papers stapled together at the left-hand corner. He removed the papers from his mother’s drawer to read the first page. It was a story, the story that he read several days ago that was written by SusanJillParker, Mom Sleeps with Son on Christmas. It was the same story that caused him to masturbate over it for three days. It was the same story that he imagined roleplaying with his mother, Mom Sleeps with Son on Christmas instead of Son Sleeps with his Mother on Christmas. It was the same story that he was masturbating over when his mother caught him masturbating.
“Mom?” He turned to look at her. “What’s this? Where’d you get this?”
She gave him a sexy smile and a naughty look.
“You left your computer on while taking a shower and had this story open. I found it interesting enough to read. Then, figuring that the way to sexually seduce you was to roleplay the story, I printed it,” she said giving him a sexy smile, a naughty look, and a dirty laugh. “Even with me having the same nightgown that was in the story, you had no idea that I was roleplaying with you as if we were the characters in the story,” she said laughing.
He looked at her shocked.
“Oh, my God, Mom. That’s outrageous. That’s so hot,” he said jumping on the bed again. “I can’t believe you did that. Let’s have sex again,” he said.
He handed her the hand towel and she wiped the cum from her face and her breasts before dabbing at her hair.
“Okay, but tomorrow I want to print out another one of her stories that caught my eye, Mom Strips Naked for Nude Day. I’d love to roleplay that story with you, too,” she said. “We can pretend it’s our first time having sex. We can pretend that you’re incestuously seducing me when I’m the one who is sexually seducing you.”
He hugged his mother and kissed his mother.
“You’ve made me the happiest son in the world. Merry Christmas, Mom.”
She returned his hug and his kiss with her hug and kiss.
“You’ve made me most sexually satisfied mother in the world,” she said with a dirty laugh. “Merry Christmas, James.”
Now with mother and son looking forward to Nude Day, they couldn’t wait to roleplay another sexy, incestuous story.
