"Would you like to come inside?"
His mother looked at the man seemingly already knowing that he wasn't going to accept her invitation to come inside. He was just giving her a ride home and nothing more than that. Instead of giving her an interested look, he gave her a panicked look. He gave her the look that a married man would give a single woman. He looked from her to look at the front door before looking back at her.
"Thank you, no, um, sorry, I have to get home," he said turning towards his car and walking down the steps. Seemingly feeling as if he needed to give her more of an explanation why he declined her invitation, he turned to face her before leaving. "I just had a messy divorce. I'm not looking to begin another relationship. Not yet. Not now. Sorry," he said getting in his car.
As if he was her last hope, he remembered seeing his mother standing there dejectedly while watching him drive away. Obviously, she was lonely. Obviously, she liked him and thought that he liked her too. Obviously, she expected more from him. Obviously, she was looking to latch onto a man, but not just any man.
She was looking for a man she liked. She was looking for a man who she thought was good and who would help her keep her house. As if he was standing there with her on the front porch, he could feel her rejection from his bedroom. If he wasn't her son, he'd kiss her. If he wasn't her son, he'd feel her through her clothes while kissing her.
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Chapter Three:
"Let's go to bed," said Jennifer jogging him from his memory of watching his mother interact with a man from work whose only interest in her was giving her a ride home.
Just as he felt her pain then for a man she liked but who obviously didn't like her enough and in that way, he felt her pain now.
"Okay," he said.
They had gone from living in their dream house to living in this rundown, motel room.
"It's been a long day and I'm tired."
She looked up at the ceiling and continued her gaze around the room as if looking for bugs. Then, she sat on the bed pensively as if suddenly in deep thought. With all of her girlfriends laughing and having fun, she was seemingly out of touch with everyone else. She danced to a different drum beat than the one that everyone else followed in step. Known to be a deep thinker, his mother was always thinking.
No doubt, just as he was preoccupied with the thought of all that happened that day, she was thinking of all that happened that day too. Always on the same page, they were much like one another in that regard. They would have made a good married couple. They should have been husband and wife instead of mother and son.
Obviously, she was thinking of being evicted from her home and losing her home. Obviously, she was thinking about having to put many of the things she loved and that meant so much to her in storage. No doubt, with her fear of bugs preoccupying her thoughts, she was thinking of bugs, big bugs, roaches and spiders, that she imagined were in her storage container and walking all over her possessions before making a home in them. Even more than that, how could she not think of the Sheriff evicting them from their house when he was thinking the same thing too?
Then, as if willed her to do it, she did something totally unexpected. She did something she had never done before. She did something he never thought she'd ever do. She did something he never expected her to do. She started unbuttoning her blouse in front of him.
'Holy shit,' he thought while staring at her fingers unbuttoning each button of her blouse.
His mother was unbuttoning her blouse in front of him. Feeling lightheaded from the sudden rush of incestuous, sexual excitement, if he had smelling salts, he'd inhale them deeply. He couldn't believe his mother was unbuttoning her blouse. As if he was staring at a stripper stripping onstage, all he could do was stare. Beside himself with a sudden flash of incestuous lust for her, he couldn't believe his MILF of a mother was undressing in readiness for bed right there in front of him. As if she was alone and as if he wasn't in the room with her, instead of her ducking in the bathroom to undress, he couldn't believe his mother was unbuttoning her blouse in front of him.
'Wow! Holy shit. I don't believe this.'
In all the years he had lived with her, she had never unbuttoned her blouse in front of him. In all the years he had live with her, he had never seen more than the top of her long line of sexy cleavage and the top of her bra in a quick flash of a down blouse view. In all the years he had lived with her, she never undressed in front of him and here she was undressing in front of him now. Yet, now, hoping that she'd continue unbuttoning her blouse, he was about to see his mother in her bra. His sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe that he was going to see his mother in her sexy, low cut brassiere.
'Wow!'
Having never seen much more of her than her cleavage and the top of her bra, he was seeing so much more of his mother now. Not believing what he was seeing, seeing more of her bra clad breasts than he had ever seen before, Michael stared at his mother's exposed bra and cleavage. In the way he had stared at her before, as if she was a striptease artist or an exotic dancer, he continued staring at her as if watching a stripper onstage stripping off her clothes. He couldn't believe his eyes.
He continued staring at her as if watching an old girlfriend or the girlfriend of a friend removing her blouse after losing a hand of strip poker. A huge understatement, he was surprised at what he was seeing. He continued staring at her as if they were taken hostage by desperate men and his mother was forced to undress in front of them. Another huge understatement, he was sexually aroused. He never thought he'd be seeing his morally modest mother undressing in front of him. As if she was giving him a private show of her beautiful body, he never thought he'd be seeing his mother's bra clad breasts in the way that he was seeing them now.
"Mom," said Michael against his better judgment. Unable to stop himself from saying something, he was shocked by what he was seeing. In respect and to give her some privacy, he turned his back to her but he could still see her in the mirror. "What are you doing?"
Not sure why he complained about her undressing, he should have remained quiet. Only, what else was he to do? She was his mother and he was her son. He had the upmost respect for her. He suddenly felt as if he was not only invading her privacy but also violating her with his looks, stares, and leers. It was one thing to sexually and incestuously fantasize about his mother but it was quite another thing to allow her to continue mindlessly undressing herself in front of him.
Maybe with her always falling in deep thought, she forgot where she was. Maybe with her preoccupied with thinking about this and that, she forgot he was there with her. Maybe, with her preoccupied in thinking of the tragic events of the day, she thought she was alone in her bedroom instead of in a motel room with her son.
Then, maybe she was a sexually attracted to him as he was to her. Maybe she wanted to show him her body and bra clad breasts as much as he wanted to see her body and bra clad breasts. Nah, he really didn't think that was the case at all. In the way that he was a voyeur, his mother wasn't an exhibitionist. His mother wasn't incestuously perverted in the way that he was. Thinking and hoping that she was, his horny imagination was just getting the better of him.
He was sorry now that he said anything about her unbuttoning her blouse. He would have liked to see how far his mother would have gone in undressing herself in front of him. Wondering if she would have removed her blouse, he would have liked to see her in her bra. Only, unable to invade her privacy by incestuously violating her with his leering stare, he couldn't sexually take advantage of her like that. Then again, who was he kidding? He definitely could take sexual advantage of his mother like that, especially if she willingly volunteered to undress herself in front of him.
"I'm getting ready for bed," she said giving him a look that made him wonder why he even asked her a question with such an obvious answer.
With her blouse now completely unbuttoned, she paid him no never mind. Having spoken prematurely, he silently prayed to God that she'd continue undressing in front of him and not suddenly run in the bathroom to finish undressing. Instead of abandoning him for the privacy of the bathroom, she continued unbuttoning the buttons on her sleeves. Obviously knowing that her unbuttoned blouse exposed most of her low cut bra and all of her sexy cleavage, she turned more to face him nevertheless. She looked down at herself with pride before looking up at his reflection in the mirror without embarrassment or shame while he looked at his mother and her bra clad breasts with horniness and lust.
As if he was dreaming his mother sitting there in her unbuttoned blouse or sexually fantasizing her bra clad breasts while masturbating himself, he couldn't take his eyes off of her cleavage and bra. Even when concealed beneath her bra, he could tell his mother had fabulous breasts. As if her bra couldn't fully contain them, the tops of her breasts were so round and so full. As if they were firm gelatin, teasing him and tempting him to touch them and feel them, they jiggled with her every movement. He couldn't believe his mother was sitting on the bed with her unbuttoned blouse and in readiness to remove her blouse.
'Oh, my God.'
As if he was peeping on her from the open door of her bedroom at home instead of watching her undress in a motel room not ten feet from him, he continued staring at her reflection in the mirror. Somehow in watching her reflection instead of looking at her head-on, he didn't feel as perversely perverted watching his mother undress. From the side, with him having never seen this sexy view of her, the bra cups of her white brassiere made her breasts look even bigger. The side view of her bra clad breasts somehow made her look even sexier than seeing her from the front and seeing her full bra and her exposed cleavage.
She had big breasts, C cup breasts, but from the side, they looked even bigger. With her bra a little too small for her abundant breasts, and her bra cups pushing up her meaty breasts in the way of a Wonderbra, she looked like a Victorian lady showing off her big boobs to a suitor. Her big, white, underwire bra made her breasts appear as if they were D cup breasts instead of C cup breasts. A longtime sexual fantasy he had, he'd love nothing more than to see his mother's naked tits. Not sexually satisfied enough for her to remove her blouse and expose her bra to him, he now wondered if she dared remove her bra while he was in the room with her.
"Mom?"
She looked at him and he looked at her as if he was an artist about to paint his mother with her clothes in disarray.
"What?"
Already sorry for what he was about to suggest but, thinking that he may rape her and force her to have incestuous sex with him, he didn't trust himself if his mother was going to continue undressing in front of him. As it was now, with her sitting there with her blouse unbuttoned and her cleavage and bra totally exposed to his horny eyes, he wanted to sit beside her and reach up his horny hand to cup her breast through her bra while kissing her. With his imagination running wild, if he was kissing her, French kissing her, while feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples through her bra, he'd lift her bra to expose her breasts and nipples.
If he was alone, he'd be masturbating over seeing his mother in her bra. Then, when he looked closer, pushing against the thin satin material of her bra, he could clearly see her big nipples already making their impressions. Obviously, she wasn't wearing a padded bra. Obviously, she was cold and/or sexually aroused. In the same way that he hated pantyhose, he hated padded bras too.
"Maybe you should change in the bathroom," he said embarrassed while not believing that he was actually suggesting that his mother take her striptease show behind the closed, bathroom door.
About to ruin everything right in the good part, he thought to himself. 'What the Hell is wrong with you for even suggesting that?'
Unembarrassed and unashamed, she looked at him and smiled. It was so odd and so sexually exciting at the same time to see his mother sitting there in her unbuttoned blouse with her bra and cleavage exposed. Only, she gave him a different look and a different smile than she normally gives him. Something she never gave him but saved for other men when flirting with them, she gave him a sexy look and a sexy smile. As if he was the man from the gas station, the hardware store, or Post Office, she smiled at him as if he was someone else, someone other than her son. In the way she continued giving him a sexy look and a sexy smile, she smiled at him as if he was a man and she was a woman instead of him being her son and her being his mother.
Maybe because she was his mother but it was a weird smile and an even stranger look that she continued giving him. In the way that he had incestuous sex on his mind, if he was reading her correctly and he hoped he was, she looked as if she had incestuous sex on her mind too. As if she was sexually teasing and erotically enticing him by unbuttoning her blouse, she gave him a naughty look and a sexy smile. Between her unbuttoned blouse, her naughty look, and her sexy smile, she made him horny. She aroused him sexually enough to make him want her.
He'd love nothing more than to wipe that smile off her face with a kiss, a big, wet kiss, a French kiss. He imagined parting her lips with his tongue while feeling her big breasts and fingering her erect nipples through her bra. He wondered if she'd still look at him in that sexually inappropriate if he kissed her, French kissed her while feeling her hot body through her clothes.
"Why?" She gave him that sexy look again while purposely pausing in what she was about to say next. "You've never seen a naked woman before?"
As if promising all that he hoped to see of her, she shocked him with what she had just said.
'Naked?'
Sitting there with her cleavage and bra exposed to his horny eyes, she now painted him an image of her sitting on the bed naked while he ogled her naked body. In the way that he had imagined his mother topless and/or naked when masturbating over the incestuous, sexual fantasy of having sex with her, he imagined his mother sitting on the bed topless and/or naked now. Only, it's one thing for her to unbutton her blouse but she'd never unhook her bra. In the way that she exposed her bra clad breasts to him, she'd never expose her naked breasts to him.
Only, he couldn't help but wonder, 'Is she going to get naked?'
He could only hope she'd get naked. He'd settle for her removing her blouse. He didn't think she'd remove her bra and get topless in front of him. He didn't think she'd show him her tits. He'd love nothing more than for his mother to remove her blouse and bra. He'd loved nothing more than to see his mother's naked tits. He'd love nothing more than to see her areolas and nipples. A sexual fantasy come true, if ever he saw his mother's big tits, he'd masturbate over that naked image for the rest of his life.
If she was to get naked, that certainly would go a long way in making up for them being homeless and living in a lousy, motel room instead of them being home and in their house and having their yearly Halloween party. Even better than seeing her topless, if she stripped naked in front of him, continuing his sexual fantasy to an extreme, he'd love to strip naked in front of her too. Just as he'd love to see her naked body, he'd loved to show his mother his cock. Already knowing the reaction he'd have seeing his mother topless and/or naked, he wondered what reaction she'd have seeing him naked. He wondered what reaction she'd have seeing his cock. Would she stare or would she look away?
Not knowing if she was teasing him or if she was serious about stripping herself naked, he could feel his heart beating faster, his pulse racing quicker, and his cock twitching harder in his pants. She gave him a sexy look that made him horny. She gave him a naughty smile that made him want her. Forbidden in his incestuous lust for his mother, she gave him a sexy, naughty stare that made him want to make her his woman instead of his mother.
Now more than just curious, suddenly becoming more the voyeur than her son, he wondered what else she'd remove other than her blouse. He hoped she wasn't joking when she asked him if he had ever seen a naked woman before. He'd love nothing more than for his mother to strip herself naked in front of him. He'd love nothing more than to strip himself naked in front of his mother.
'Wow!'
He wondered what else she'd show him other than her bra and cleavage. He'd love to see her panties too. An unbelievable sight to behold, he'd love to watch his mother parade around the room in her bra and panty. How sexy would that be to see his mother in her low cut bra and her white, bikini panties?
The first time forgetting being evicted, seeing his mother walking around in her underwear would almost make up for the tragedy of losing the house today. Other than seeing her topless and/or naked, which he knew she'd never show him her topless and/or naked body, he'd settle for seeing her in her bra and panty. If she'd walk around him in her underwear, he'd walk around her in his underwear too. He wondered her reaction would be to seeing his erection tenting his briefs.
"I've never seen you naked before," he said making his comment more personal while suddenly envisioning his mother without her clothes. "I'd love to see you naked," he said finally albeit nervously answering her question when she asked him if he had seen a naked woman before.
As if it was no big deal to her if he saw her naked, when it was such a monumental deal to him, she rolled her eyes and shrugged.
"Well, get used to seeing me without my clothes. Except for the bathroom, there's not much privacy in this one, little room," she said looking around the room again. "Too much of an inconvenience, unless I'm using the toilet, I don't plan on running in the bathroom and closing the door every time I need to dress and undress."
She looked at him looking at her while she sat on the bed in front of him in her unbuttoned blouse. He'd never get used to seeing her without her clothes. He'd be so sexually excited to see more of his mother's semi-naked and naked body. If she started parading around him in her underwear, topless, and/or naked, every day would be a holiday. Every day would be a sexual occasion. Every day would give him more and more masturbation fodder. He'd be masturbating day and night over the sight of his mother's body.
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"Your pajama bottoms are in the drawer," she said pointing to the bureau as if hinting for him to undress too.
Not leaving him with much of an option, rejecting the notion of wearing pajama bottoms to bed, he looked at the bureau with distain.
"I'll sleep in my clothes," he said suddenly feeling awkward to not only undress in front of his mother but also to sleep in bed next to his mother. "I'd be too cold otherwise."
It was weird that he suddenly felt uncomfortable undressing in front of his mother. When it's been as much of his sexual fantasy to expose himself to his mother as much as it was to see his mother without her clothes, he would have thought that he'd be eager to undress in front of her. She rolled her eyes and laughed that he said that he'd sleep in his clothes."You'll ruin your clothes and won't have anything to wear for work tomorrow. Get undressed," she said. "Change in the bathroom or turn off the bathroom light if you must and if that will make you feel more comfortable but—"
He picked up on the fear in her voice.
"But what?"
She looked up at the ceiling and while looking all around the small room.
"If it's too dark, I won't be able to sleep. I'll just be thinking of the roaches walking up the wall behind me," she said.
He looked around the room with her. His mother hated bugs, especially big bugs. She especially hated cockroaches and spiders. To help ease her mind, moving furniture, he did a complete search of all four corners and baseboards looking for evidence of bugs. Obviously, this place is maintained by a pest control service because he didn't see any sign of bugs dead or alive.
"I'll leave the bathroom light on but will close the door a little," he said walking to the bathroom to close the door more. "I've yet to see any roaches. Don't worry. If there's a bug, I'll kill it. How's that?"
She continued looking around the room in her obvious search for bugs.
"You can close the bathroom door a little more than that," she said. "Right there," she said when he closed it to stop the light from being so intrusive. "And move that chair in front of the door and force the top of it beneath the doorknob. I don't want someone coming in on us during the night. There's no telling who rented this room before us and who has a spare key to this room."
Jennifer removed her blouse. Now dressed in just her jeans and bra, she stood to neatly fold her blouse and to remove her jeans. Having never seen his mother in her sexy brassiere before, Michael stared at her in the way he stares at a pornographic movie or at a stripper on stage. Having not yet wrapping his brain around his mother exposing her bra clad breasts to him now she was about to expose her panty clad ass and pussy to him. His libido was on incestuous overdrive.
As if she was removing her jeans in slow motion, he couldn't believe his eyes when her manicured fingers were poised on the button her jeans. Then, as if the sound of her zipper split the universal morality of mother and son and inspired incest, she unzipped her jeans. His mother was stripping down to her bra and panty in front of him. He couldn't believe his mother was removing her jeans in front of his horny, incestuous eyes.
Then, when she wiggled her shapely ass out of her tight jeans, her white, bikini panties moved down with them enough for him to see the top of her ass crack and the top of her dark brown, pubic hair. He saw the top of his mother's ass crack. He saw the top of her pubic hair. Overwhelmed with all that he had already seen of his mother's body, hoping that she'd show him more, he couldn't wait to see more.
'Oh, my God,' he thought to himself. 'I can't wait to masturbate over this.'
Dressed in only her low cut bra and her even more revealing white, bikini panties, she folded her jeans and put her blouse and jeans in one of the drawers in the bureau. Now that he was seeing more of his mother's body and seeing his mother in her underwear, much easier to do, he could better imagine her without her bra and panties. Putting aside the respect that he had for his mother, he stared at her as if she was naked already. He stared at her as if she was a slut, a whore, and one of the prostitutes who went from room to room in the motel. He stared at her in the way a man would stare at a woman standing before him in her sexy underwear and not in the way that a son should stare at his mother.
He couldn't believe his mother was walking around him dressed only in her sexy underwear. Even if she didn't remove another article of clothing, he'd be happy. While imagining more, imagining her topless and/or naked, he couldn't wait to masturbate over the thoughts of his mother in her bra and panty. As if she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and she was to him, Michael couldn't remove his eyes from her.
Now, dressed only in her underwear, she was his very own sexy Victoria Secrets model albeit without the wings. Now, dressed only in her bra and panties, he wondered what else she'd remove. Knowing full well that she doesn't sleep in her bra, he wondered if she'd dare get topless in front of him. He wondered if she'd show him her tits. He's wondered if she'd dare get naked in front of him. He wondered if she'd show him her naked ass and pussy.
No doubt, she'd never get topless in front of him. No doubt, she'd never get naked in front of him. No doubt, she'd probably seek the privacy of the bathroom to remove her bra and/or panties. Knowing his mother would never remove her bra and panties in front of him, seeing his mother in her bra and panties undoubtedly would be as much as he'd see of her. Seeing her in her bra and panties would be all that she'd go in revealing her beautiful body to him. Satisfied with her sexy underwear show, she gave him more to masturbate over than she had ever given him when pleasuring himself.
"Wow," he said, an involuntary reaction.
He stared at her white bikini panties that showed more of her ass than he had ever seen before. The thin, cotton material clearly delineated the roundness of her ass and clearly defined her ass crack. He stared at her low cut, white bra that showed more of her breasts than he had ever seen before. He could clearly see her big nipples pushing against the satin material of her bra. As far as he was concerned, women look so much better and sexier in their bra and panty than they do naked and his mother looked phenomenal.
Then, giving him a look that made him go all soft inside but hard on the outside, she illuminated him with her big green eyes before tossing back her dark brown, shoulder length hair with a flip of her pretty head. Seeing her in her bra and panties, she reminded him of what he imagined Jessica Biel would look like in her underwear and when she's 42-years-old. His mother could be Jessica Biel's older sister. Not understanding how such a beautiful woman can be without a man in her life, he'd be happy to fill that role if only his mother would allow him.
"Wow what?"
She looked down at where he was looking while he stared at the impressions that her nipples made through her bra. Then, she looked up at him to see him still staring and the reaction on his face to seeing her bra clad breasts and the impressions her big nipples made in her bra. If he was a betting man, judging her by her stare and surprised that she was, he'd say that she was just as sexually aroused showing him her underwear clad body as he was sexually excited seeing her in her underwear.
Then, looking further down, he stared at the impression her camel toe made in her panties. Even with all of the up skirt flashes he had seen of his mother over the years, he had never seen her camel toe. It was so sexually erotic to see the outline of her pussy. Stunned, he couldn't believe that, after all the years of living with her, he was finally seeing his mother in her bra and panty.
"You have a nice body Mom," he said using that compliment as his excuse to stare at her bra clad breasts and panty clad pussy and ass longer and harder.
While imagining going down on her and fingering her pussy while licking her pussy before fucking her pussy, he stared at her toned, flat stomach and her long, shapely legs while not believing that he said that his mother had a nice body. An obvious understatement, she didn't have a nice body, she had a beautiful body. She didn't have a beautiful body, she had a sensational body.
Yet, now that she knows that he noticed her body, he'd love nothing more than to slide a slow hand along her shaved legs. He'd love nothing better than to cup his mother's cunt through her panty while sliding a slow finger along her panty clad pussy slit. He'd love nothing better than to make out with his mother while feeling her tits through her bra and fingering her pussy and ass through her panty. Then pushing her panty aside with his horny finger, he'd love nothing better than to rub her clit and finger her pussy while kissing and kissing her.
Only, somehow, he knew this was as far as her striptease and sexual teasing show would go. Unfortunately and sexually frustratingly, while wishing she would, if only she would, she'd never remove her bra. Unfortunately and sexually frustratingly, while wishing she would, if only she would, she'd never show him her tits. Unfortunately and sexually frustratingly, while wishing she would, if only she would, she'd never remove her panties. Unfortunately and sexually frustratingly, while wishing she would, if only she would, she'd never show him her naked ass and pussy.
With him immersed in the forbidden and ready to open Pandora's Box of incestuous sex, he no longer cared that she was his mother and that he was her son. He made a promise to himself and a silent promise to his mother, if she stripped naked, he'd strip naked too. If she showed him her naked body, he'd show her his naked body too. If only she'd show him her tits, her ass, and/or her pussy, he'd reciprocate the sexual nudity by showing her his cock. If only she'd sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, he'd be so happy.
Alas, he was a pitiful pervert sexually lusting over his mother. He was a pitiful pervert sexually lusting over what he could never have. If he didn't feel like a pervert before and he certainly did, he felt like a pervert ogling his mother now. He felt like such a pervert for wanting to show his mother his cock. He felt like such a pervert for wanting to have sex with his mother. What was he thinking? Obviously she felt bad enough losing the house, why would he make her feel worse by showing her that he sexually lusted over her?
He wished he could stop incestuously lusting over his mother, a woman he'd never have a sexual relationship with any more than what they had in this moment with her standing before him in her bra and panty. Obviously, she was comfortable undressing in front of him. Obviously, her removing her blouse and jeans to stand before him in her bra and panty was not sexual to her. Obviously, she didn't sexually want him in the way that he sexually wanted her. He needed to stop incestuously lusting over his mother. He needed to be satisfied with seeing his mother in her sexy underwear and not shame himself and embarrass her by soliciting her and trying to seduce her for incestuous sex.
If she gave him anything sexually at all, by allowing him to see her in her underwear, she gave him new masturbation material, the most masturbation material she had ever given him. Now, while taking a shower, he couldn't wait to masturbate over all that he was seeing of her. After seeing her in her bra and panty, he was better able to imagine her topless and/or naked. Now he couldn't wait to masturbate while imagining his mother topless and/or naked. He couldn't wait to masturbate while imagining making out with his mother. He couldn't wait to masturbate while imagining touching and feeling his mother through her bra and panty. He couldn't wait to masturbate while imagining having sex with his mother. He couldn't wait. He just couldn't wait.
Embarrassing himself, he tried not to stare at his mother standing before him in her sexy underwear. Instead, a nearly impossible feat to ignore the twin elephants in the room, he tried not to stare at her bra clad breasts instead, he forced himself to stare at her pretty face. He tried to maintain eye contact but with the temptation of her beautiful body too great. He couldn't help himself from staring at her bra clad breasts, her panty clad pussy, and her round panty clad ass instead of staring into her beautiful, green eyes. Other than her lacy bra and thin, cotton panty, she was naked. Now that he had seen her in her underwear, he could more imagine what she'd look like topless and/or naked.
Berating himself for even having such a thought, he had this sudden urge to push her back on the bed, strip off her bra and panty, and have his wicked sexual way with her. Whether in her hand, in her mouth, or in her pussy or all three, he so wanted to stick his erect cock in his mother. He couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to make out with his mother while feeling her beautiful body through her underwear. He couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to strip off her bra and panty and feel her naked body while kissing and kissing her.
He imagined stripping himself naked in front of his mother. He imagined exposing her erect prick to her. He couldn't imagine what it would feel like for his mother to sexually touch and feel him in the way that he wanted to sexually touch and feel her. He couldn't imagine what it would feel like for his mother to stroke his cock before sucking his cock. He couldn't imagine what it would feel like to have his hard, erect cock in her hand, in her mouth, and/or buried in her warm, wet pussy.
"You shouldn't be looking at your mother like that," she said with a laugh.
Suddenly falling in a daze while staring, leering actually, at his mother, she interrupted his sexual daydream. Even though he was looking, staring at her, ogling her, and leering at his mother in a sexual way, he denied that he was.
"I'm not," he said knowing what she meant but he asked the question anyway. "Like what?"
As if it was a practiced move, a sexy move, and a sexual move, she tossed back her dark brown hair with a flip of her pretty head. Then, as if she was a fashion model posing after walking down the runway, she pushed out her hip and tilted her body to the side make her appear even more curvaceous than she was.
'Oh, my God,' he thought while staring at her, leering at her, and ogling her. 'She's so beautiful. She's so sexy.'
"You shouldn't look at me in a sexual way. You shouldn't look at me in the way that a man looks at woman. You shouldn't look at me in the way that you're looking at me now. That's not how a son should be looking at his mother," she said scolding him but not exactly rebuking him. She was more teasing him than admonishing him.
He lowered his gaze from her big, green eyes to stare again at the impressions her nipples made in her bra. As he had seen when she wears her nightgown without the modesty of wearing a bathrobe, she had big nipples that were even bigger when they were erect. Either she was cold, sexually aroused, or a combination of both but her nipples, as evidenced by the big impressions they made in her bra, were erect now. Then, moving his gaze still lower, he stared at the impression her pussy slit made in her panty.
Hypnotized by her beauty and sexuality, he stared at her as if he was in a hypnotic daze. He wished he could touch her through her underwear. He wished he could feel and fondle her tits, her pussy, and her ass through her panty and bra. He wished he could finger her big nipples through her bra while slowly rubbing her pussy slit through her panty. He wished he could feel her beautiful body through her bra and panty while kissing her, French kissing her before making love to her. Hard to imagine making love to his mother, he more wanted to fuck his mother.
"You still have a wicked, hot body," he said finally looking up at her pretty face.
As if she didn't know that she had a wicked, hot body, she acted ignorantly innocent. With feigned modesty, she acted as if she didn't have a wicked, hot body. Putting her hands to her tummy, she looked down at herself before looking up at him.
"I do?"
She turned to the side before turning to look at her panty clad ass in the mirror.
"You're a MILF, Ma," he blurted with a laugh while immediately realizing what he had just said.
'Oh, shit,' he thought. 'Fuck,' he did it now. He called his mother a MILF. Even though she most certainly was, why did he call his mother a MILF? That's his mother and not some drunken whore of a cougar he met in a bar.
As soon as he said that, called his mother a MILF, a mother he'd like to fuck, he was sorry that he said that. He couldn't believe he called his mother a MILF to her face. He couldn't believe he just confessed that he'd love to fuck his mother.
"I'm a what?"
She looked at him as if he had complimented her in a foreign language. He could feel himself turning red.
"A MILF," he said softly. "You're a mother that I'd like to um,—"
Having already said more than enough, too much, he stopped talking to swallow his words.
"I'm a mother that you'd like to what?" She looked at her son and when he didn't answer her, she asked him another question. "Tell me. I want to know. What does MILF mean?"
Instead of looking at her, he looked down at the carpet.
"Um, it means, that you're a mother that I'd like to fuck," he said turning red.
She gave him a sexy look that made him want to admit that he'd love nothing more than to have sex with her. She gave him a sexy look that made him want to admit that he'd love nothing more than to make love to her. She gave him a sexy look that made him want to admit that he'd love nothing more than to fuck her. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to fuck his mother.
Whether he was perversely perverted or not, he wasn't embarrassed or ashamed that he not only wanted to have incestuous sex with his mother but also that he wanted to fuck his mother. He wanted to pound her pussy hard and fast until she had an orgasm. Then, after he fucked her, after he gave her an orgasm, he wanted her to suck him. He wanted to cum in her mouth and watch her swallow his cum.
Instead of reprimanding him, instead of making him feel bad about himself, she gave him a sexy look. She gave him a naughty look that made him feel exposed on the inside. Then, she gave him a sexy smile that made him feel naked on the outside. She was so pretty when she looked at him in that way.
Truth be told, none of this was his fault. Truth be told, her lusting over his mother was all of her fault. She had no one to blame but herself. It was all her fault for unbuttoning her blouse in front of him. It was all her fault for removing her blouse in front of him. It was all her fault for removing her jeans in front of him. It was all her fault from standing in front of him in her panty and bra. It was all her fault for being born so beautiful and so sexy. It wasn't his fault that she was his mother and he was her son.
"You'd like to fuck me?" She stared at him while waiting for him to reply. When he stared at the carpet instead of looking at her, she continued in her motherly interrogation of him. "You'd like to fuck your mother? You want to have incestuous sex with me?" She laughed. "Is that it? Is that what a MILF is? I never knew what that acronym meant until now," she said suddenly acting as if he had just complimented her instead of insulted her.
He looked at her looking at him. Other than staring down at the carpet, in the way she was looking at him, he knew there was nothing he could possibly say to hide his sexual attraction from her. Other than to cover the bulge in his pants with his hands, in the way she was looking at him, he'd only make his erection appear more obvious. Other than to turn around and face the other way, especially in the way she was looking at him, he knew there was nothing he could do to hide his growing erection that tented his pants from her.
So sexually obvious, too sexually obvious, with men getting hard, men were so sexually obvious. Totally opposite, women were more sexually, secretly discreet. With women getting wet and men getting hard, it was so much easier to read the horniness and/or sexual attraction of a man to a woman than it was to read the horniness and/or sexual attraction of a woman to a man. The biggest proof that he wanted to have sex with his mother was his growing erection that pushed against his pants. Feeling sick to his stomach that his mother now knows that not only is he sexually attracted to her but also that he wants to have sex with her and fuck her, he felt like the incestuous pervert that he is.Yes, I mean, no, Mom, it's just an expression. I'm sorry. That came out all wrong," he said.
Not letting him off the hook, she gave him a long look and an even longer pause before she continued speaking and before she continued her interrogation of him.
"Look at me," she said.
Instead of looking at her, he stared at her bra clad breasts. Instead of looking at her, he stared at the hard impressions her big nipples made in her bra. Instead of looking at her, he stared at her panty clad ass and pussy. Instead of looking at his mother's pretty face and her beautiful green eyes, he stared at his mother standing before him in her underwear.
"I am looking at you," he said with a nervous laugh.
She laughed a melodious laugh that made him want to take her in his arms and kiss her. He loved her laugh. He loved the way she was looking at him now with love and understanding.
"Look at me, not at my bra and not at my panties,' she said with a laugh. "Look me in my eyes," she said. "Look up here and not down there,' she said directing his stare to her beautiful green eyes instead of her big bra clad tits, her blonde trimmed, panty clad pussy, or her round, firm, panty clad ass.
"You'd like to fuck me?" She stared at him while waiting for him to reply. When he stared at the carpet instead of looking at her, she continued in her motherly interrogation of him. "You'd like to fuck your mother? You want to have incestuous sex with me?" She laughed. "Is that it? Is that what a MILF is? I never knew what that acronym meant until now," she said suddenly acting as if he had just complimented her instead of insulted her.
He looked at her looking at him. Other than staring down at the carpet, in the way she was looking at him, he knew there was nothing he could possibly say to hide his sexual attraction from her. Other than to cover the bulge in his pants with his hands, in the way she was looking at him, he'd only make his erection appear more obvious. Other than to turn around and face the other way, especially in the way she was looking at him, he knew there was nothing he could do to hide his growing erection that tented his pants from her.
So sexually obvious, too sexually obvious, with men getting hard, men were so sexually obvious. Totally opposite, women were more sexually, secretly discreet. With women getting wet and men getting hard, it was so much easier to read the horniness and/or sexual attraction of a man to a woman than it was to read the horniness and/or sexual attraction of a woman to a man. The biggest proof that he wanted to have sex with his mother was his growing erection that pushed against his pants. Feeling sick to his stomach that his mother now knows that not only is he sexually attracted to her but also that he wants to have sex with her and fuck her, he felt like the incestuous pervert that he is.
"Yes, I mean, no, Mom, it's just an expression. I'm sorry. That came out all wrong," he said.
Not letting him off the hook, she gave him a long look and an even longer pause before she continued speaking and before she continued her interrogation of him.
"Look at me," she said.
Instead of looking at her, he stared at her bra clad breasts. Instead of looking at her, he stared at the hard impressions her big nipples made in her bra. Instead of looking at her, he stared at her panty clad ass and pussy. Instead of looking at his mother's pretty face and her beautiful green eyes, he stared at his mother standing before him in her underwear.
"I am looking at you," he said with a nervous laugh.
She laughed a melodious laugh that made him want to take her in his arms and kiss her. He loved her laugh. He loved the way she was looking at him now with love and understanding.
"Look at me, not at my bra and not at my panties,' she said with a laugh. "Look me in my eyes," she said. "Look up here and not down there,' she said directing his stare to her beautiful green eyes instead of her big bra clad tits, her blonde trimmed, panty clad pussy, or her round, firm, panty clad ass.
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Chapter Four:
He was ready to listen to her lecturing him as to how wrong it was for him to sexually and incestuously lust over her. He was ready to hear her tell him that she was his mother and he was her son. He was ready to hear her tell him that they couldn't have sex, that they could never have sex, and that incest was wrong. He was ready to hear her tell him things that he already knew and didn't need to hear again, especially from her and especially when he sexually wanted her so badly.
A big mistake when he blurted out his sexual feelings for his mother, he had made a fool of himself by calling his mother a MILF. He had made a fool of himself by allowing his mother to know that he wanted to fuck her. What the Hell was he thinking? Embarrassed, humiliated, and sexually frustrated, he felt bad enough as it for being so sexually attracted to his mother.
Only, not entirely his fault, he was a horny, sexually frustrated man and she was a sexy, sexual woman. With her so beautiful, so sexy, so sensual, and so sexual, he couldn't help himself from being sexually attracted to her. He couldn't help himself from lusting over her, wanting her, and wishing he could have sex with her. His own hardest critic and disciplinarian, he berated himself for being such a horny, incestuous pervert.
How dare he sexually desire his own mother? What's wrong with him to want her sexually? He was embarrassed enough already lusting over his mother in the way that no son should ever have sexual thoughts for his mother. Embarrassed, humiliated, and ashamed, he wished he had never called his mother a MILF even though she definitely was. A mother he would love to fuck, if only he could fuck his mother, he would fuck his mother.
As if he was locked in a prison cell with his mother, he wished they hadn't lost the house and he wasn't confined to such a small space with her. Being with her in one small room for a prolonged period of time was not only sexually frustrating but incestuous torture. Wanting to feel her firm, shapely body in his arms, he wanted to hold her. Wanting to gaze in her big, beautiful, green eyes, he wanted to kiss her. Wishing she wasn't his mother but his lover, he wanted to touch her, feel her, fondle her, and have sex with her.
Expecting she was going to lambast him to discourage him from having incestuous thoughts for her, he was surprised when she didn't reprimand him. Expecting her to scold him and give him a ration of shit followed by a lecture, Michael turned to face his mother as Jennifer reached around herself, unhooked her bra, and removed it. As if he was sexually fantasizing it and as if she was someone else, a total shock, he couldn't believe his eyes when mother was suddenly and shamelessly standing in front of him topless. He couldn't believe his mother was topless. He couldn't believe he was finally seeing his mother's tits.
'Oh my God! I don't fucking believe this,' he thought while staring at her naked breasts.
He couldn't believe his eyes. As if his life had suddenly stopped before resuming in slow motion, he watched his mother remove one bra strap before removing the other. Then, while holding her bra cups in place with her hands, as if she was a sexy stripper onstage preparing to strip herself topless, she gave him a sexy smile and a naughty look before she exposed her naked breasts to him. Only, with his mother unlike any stripper he had seen before, a real seductive temptress, totally topless, she wasn't wearing pasties over her areolas and nipples.
When she removed her bra, there were her pink areolas and her big, erect nipples. Her naked breasts were right there in front of him to see. Something he had sexually fantasized over and imagined seeing for years, he couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's tits. He was seeing his mother's big tits. His mother's breasts filled his horny eyes in the way of twin full moons. He will never forget this day for the rest of his life.
"Mom?"
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As if he was seeing someone else's tits, the breasts of another woman other than his mother, he couldn't believe his eyes. He stared at her breasts as if he had never seen tits before. He stared at her breasts as if he was a 12-year-old boy seeing his first set of boobs instead of a 22-year-old man having seen thousands of naked breasts. Something he had always wanted to see, something he had always imagined seeing and fantasized seeing, he was seeing his mother's tits, her areolas, and her nipples.
He couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's breasts. Her naked breasts were right there in front of his horny eyes for him to ogle and for his horny hands to touch, feel, fondle, finger, and suck, if only he so dared. With the fun-bag playground open, he could feel his cock swelling, hardening, and pulsating with his sexual excitement.
Something he always did when seeing naked breasts, he compared her breasts to all of the other breasts he had seen in movies, in men's magazines, and on the Internet. Jumping her higher up on the best, natural breast list, he compared his mother's naked breasts to the naked breasts of other woman, celebrity women who had natural breasts. With dozens of images zooming through his head at lightning speed, the images of topless women fast forwarded through his head.
Filtering through his library of topless women, he omitted those women who had surgical enhanced breasts. Rather than enjoying a plastic surgeon's idea of what a woman's breasts should look like, he preferred what God gave some lucky women. Even though he liked their big tits and always stared at their cleavage and the tops of their exposed boobs, he removed Pamela Anderson, Christina Aguilera, Mariah Carey, Nicki Minaj, and Coco from his comparison list of topless women. Staying with Mother Nature's naturally endowed gifts, his criteria was not apples and oranges but instead and in this case real cantaloupes as opposed to genetically enhanced melons.
He compared his mother's naked, natural breasts to Jennifer Love Hewitt's gorgeous, natural tits. He compared his mother's naked, natural breasts to Selma Hyatt's beautiful, natural breasts. He compared his mother's naked, natural breasts to Scarlett Johansson huge, natural knockers. He compared his mother's naked, natural breasts to Jessica Simpson's perfect, natural jugs. Finally and lastly, he compared his mother's naked, natural breasts to Katy Perry's big, natural boobs.
'Wow! Better than all of those breasts, my mother has fabulous tits. Her breasts are so shapely,' he thought without voicing what he was thinking.
Indeed, she had better tits than the breasts of those women who seek out a plastic surgeon for breast implants. She had better breasts than the fake breasts of Pamela Anderson. She had better breasts than the fake breasts of Christina Aguilera. She had better breasts than the fake breasts of Mariah Carey. She had better breasts than the fake breasts of Nicki Minaj. She had better breasts than the fake breasts of Coco. The real deal, better than all the rest, his mother had the best tits.
A definite breast man, and with natural breasts always scoring higher in his personal breast comparison, he gave as many points for a woman having big breasts as he did for women having shapely breasts. Too many large breasted women don't have shapely breasts. Interestingly enough, making up for them having smaller breasts, many smaller breasted women have shapely breasts. An abnormality, not as common and rarer, his mother's large and shapely breasts were perfect. He loved his mother's breasts. With most women having saggy breast when they reached their forties, her breasts hardly sagged at all. She had the best breasts he had ever seen.
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Not wanting to make the same mistake again, when he called his mother a MILF, he didn't dare comment or compliment her on her great tits until she invited him to comment or compliment her perfect breasts. Who knows, maybe her removing her blouse, bra, and jeans was nothing sexual? Clueless, maybe her parading around him in her bra and panties was not incestuous. Maybe her standing before him topless wasn't sexual. Maybe he was the one perversely perverted and incestuously twisted and not his mother. Maybe he needed to give her the motherly respect she deserved and not think that everything she did was incestuously sexual.
Just happy to see his mother's naked breasts, maybe with her removing her bra and showing him her tits was something he'd be seeing on a daily basis now that they're living in a small, motel room. Maybe after a while, he won't even notice his mother's naked breasts. Nah, he doubted that he'd ever tire of seeing his mother's tits. Maybe he was the one who needed to screw his head on straight and stop looking at his mother and lusting over his mother as if she was his lover instead of his mother.
If only his Mom knew what he was thinking, with her so modest and moral, but for today with her standing before him topless, he'd be in deep shit. Yet, she was the one showing him her underwear clad body and now she was the one showing him her naked breasts. She was the one who was sexually teasing him and erotically enticing him by walking around him in her sexy underwear and now standing before him topless. Topless, his mother was topless. He couldn't believe his mother was standing in front of him topless. Topless, his mother was topless. He couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's tits. He'd be masturbating over this sight for the rest of his life.
Obviously, it's just breasts to his mother but it's more than just tits to him. Only, he felt like such a pervert for staring and for lusting over her hot, topless body. Seemingly it didn't sexually affect her to show him her tits in the way that it sexually affected him to see her tits. Seemingly it didn't sexually excite her to show him her nearly naked body in the way that it sexually excited him to see her nearly naked body.
Obviously, in the way he was sexually and incestuously thinking about his mother and his mother's topless body, she wasn't sexually and incestuously thinking that way about him and his naked body. Obviously, with them living in one room instead of a big house, she was showing him her breasts and the rest of her nearly naked body so that she'd get the nudity out in the open and out of the way without all the shame, the awkwardness, the humiliation, and the embarrassment. Obviously, she did that more for him than for her. Obviously, he was the incestuous pervert and not her.
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Then, not yet done with her striptease show, she continued shocking the shit out of him. Not stopping her striptease show there with removing her blouse, jeans, and bra, she looked up at him and gave him a sexy smile. As if she had just lost at playing strip poker, removing her last item of clothing, she put her thumbs on each side of her panties and slid her panties down and off. She kicked them off of her foot as if she was kicking a field goal.
'Oh, my God. Are you kidding me? I don't believe this,' he thought to himself.
As if he was in the audience of a stage show with Madonna or Cher, he raised his hand and caught his mother's worn, white, bikini panties in midair. Tempted to do so, he stopped himself from sniffing his mother's underwear. Instead he held onto them as if he had just caught a prized homerun ball at Fenway Park. Maybe she'd autograph her panties for him.
'To Michael, love Mom.'
She raised her arms and turned around to show her son her naked ass and what an ass it was. So round, so firm, and so shapely, he so wanted to feel her ass, squeeze her ass, and tap her ass. She did everything but bend over in front of him and wiggle her shapely, naked ass while daring him to touch her and fuck her from behind. She did everything but danced and twerked in front of him.
She was naked. His mother was naked. He couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's tits, ass, and pussy. In all the years he imagined his mother in her panty and bra, topless, and naked, as if giving him his own personal, private, striptease show, he forgot all about losing the house. As if she was his prize, he thought more about winning his mother.
'Oh, my God,' he thought. 'Oh, my God. I don't believe this. My mother is naked. I can't believe my mother is naked. This is so surreal. I'll remember this night for the rest of my life.'
As if he had never seen a naked woman before, he stared at her trimmed, dark, brown pussy and her round, firm, naked ass before staring at her big tits and erect nipples again. Certainly she wasn't just any woman. She was more than just any woman. She was his mother and his mother was naked. Naked, naked, naked, his mother was naked.
Just as he had never seen his mother in her bra and panties before, he had seen his mother in her bra and panty now. Just as he had never seen his mother topless before, he had seen his mother topless now. Just as he had never seen his mother naked before, he was seeing his mother naked now. Only, somehow, as if this sudden and unexpected, striptease show was a bonus, it was more sexually exciting, much more sexually exciting, because, not just any woman, it was his mother who removed all of her clothes. It was his mother who was naked.
Naked, naked, naked, she was naked. His mother was naked. He couldn't believe his mother was naked. She had such an unbelievable body. His mother was hot. As if taking inventory, he looked at his mother while trying to memorize ever mole and every freckle on her beautiful body.
More of a chestnut brown, her pubic hair was a shade darker than the hair on her head and it was neatly trimmed. She had pink, erect nipples with big, pink areolas. Her stomach was flat and toned and her legs were long and shapely. A sight to behold, an incestuous sight to see, she was such a beautiful woman, especially now that she was naked. Most women look better when wearing clothes. She was one of the few women who looked better naked than with her clothes. Leaving something to be desired, most women look better in there bra and panty. She was one of the few women who looked better naked than she even did in her bra and panty.
If he was a painter, he'd want to paint his mother in the nude. If he was a sculptor, he'd want to sculpt a naked statue of his mother. If he was a poet, he'd write a love sonnet for his mother naked. If he was a songwriter, he'd write a song in honor of his mother naked and in honor of his mother showing him her naked body.
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"Well?" She looked at him as if she wanted his opinion on a new dress she just bought instead of wanting his opinion on her naked body. Be honest. Tell me the truth," she said. "What do you think? Do you still think I have a good body?"
He was dying to comment and compliment her on her magnificent, naked body. He looked at her in the way that any horny, sexually frustrated, and incestuously and sexually attracted son would look at his MILF of a mother if she was standing in front of him naked.
'What does he think? Is she serious? He should pull out his erection to show her what he really thinks of her naked body. He should fill her hand with his cock to show her how big and how hard her striptease show of her beautiful, naked body has made him.'
As if she was a model standing on a mechanical lazy Susan, leisurely showing her naked body to him, she slowly turned around in front of him. She did everything but invite him to touch her and feel her. In asking for his honest opinion of what he thought of her naked body, she gave him permission to ogle her naked body and he used every second of that opportunity to stare, leer, and ogle his naked mother. For the sake of his solicited opinion, she gave him an excuse to stare at her tits, her ass, and her pussy. Giving him an up close and personal look, she gave him the opportunity to enjoy the naked sight of his mother longer.
Too busy staring at his naked mother, while imagining touching, feeling, and fondling her breasts and fingering her nipples, he was speechless. He had no words to describe her naked beauty. She wasn't just any naked woman that he picked up in a bar, at the club, or ogled on the Internet. She wasn't a naked slut, a naked whore, a naked hooker, a naked call girl, a naked escort, or a naked prostitute. She was his naked mother.
Normally not shy about giving his opinion, especially when asked, he couldn't immediately formulate words enough to answer her question of whether he thought she had a good body. He was still in shock that she removed her bra and panty. He was still in shock that his mother was standing before him naked. Too busy staring at his naked mother while imagining feeling and squeezing her naked ass, rubbing her clit, and fingering her pussy, he was too lost in his sexual fantasy of sucking her big, shapely tits to respond. He was immersed in the sexual fantasy of having deep, penetrating sex with his mother.Imagining kissing her, French kissing her, and really making out with his mother, he'd like nothing more than to feel and fondle his mother's shapely tits while fingering her big nipples. He'd love nothing more than to suck his mother's big tits while reaching around her to feel her round, naked ass. Even though his feelings for his mother right then were sexual, he had this overwhelming love for his mother too.
Only, who was he kidding? He wasn't even kidding himself, never mind kidding his mother. Much more than love, what he felt for his mother was sexual. What he felt for his mother was incest.
Not only did he want to make love to his mother but also he wanted to fuck his mother. Forget about making love to her, he wanted to do every dirty, nasty, sexually, incestuous thing to his mother's naked body, especially now after seeing her naked. Pushing her down to her knees and putting a hand behind her pretty head, he wanted to hump her mouth while fucking her face. He wanted to cum in his mother's mouth after cumming in her pussy. He wanted to watch his mother swallow his cum after giving her an orgasm with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock.
He'd love nothing more than to kiss his mother, French kiss her, while feeling her everywhere that a son should never touch his mother, never mind sexually feel his mother. He'd love nothing more than to part his mother's lips with his tongue while holding her naked body against his naked body. Only, forbidden fruit and with an incestuous relationship strictly taboo, she was his mother and he was her son.
He was baffled. What son would sexually lust over his mother? He was in a complete quandary. What mother would parade around her son in her underwear? What mother would remove her bra in front of her son show him her naked breasts? What mother would remove her panties and show her son her naked ass and pussy? Under the pretense of getting their sexual and incestuous feelings out of the way, even he didn't believe that malarkey.
It was one thing for her to strip herself naked in front of him but she'd never have sex with him. She'd never suck his cock in the way he wished she'd suck his cock. She'd never fuck him in the way he wished he could and so wanted to fuck her. Even though she stripped herself naked and asked him what he thought of her naked body, it was one thing to ogle her naked body but it was quite another thing for him to feel and fondle her naked body. It was one thing for him to ogle her naked body but it was quite another thing for him to sexually kiss his mother and have sex with his mother.
How dare he disrespect his mother by wanting to have incestuous sex with her? How dare he lust over his mother's naked body in the way he'd sexually lust over a woman he picked up at a bar or at a club? How dare he lust over his mother's naked body in the way he'd sexually lust over a slut, a whore, a stripper, or a prostitute? He needed to reel in the incestuous lust that he had for his mother before he made a dreadful mistake. He needed to stop this forbidden sexual fantasy before he made an incestuous mistake. He needed to stop this forbidden sexual lunacy before he made a sexual pass at his mother that she'd never accept and that he'd regret.
More to do with perverse sex than with the natural and normal love felt between a mother and son, he needed to understand that even though he was seeing his mother naked, his incestuous lusting over his mother wasn't normal. It wasn't right. It was just wrong. He needed to understand that her stripping herself naked in front of him wasn't sexual to her, at all. Only, unable separate the two, love and sex, everything he did, every thought and every desire was sexual to him just as everything she did was sexual to him too.
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Sex, it was all about sex. The naughty look she gave him was sexual. Sex, it was all about sex. The sexy smile she gave him was sexual. Sex, it was all about sex. The flirting, the teasing, and the enticing were all sexual. Sex, sex, and more sex, his attraction to his mother was all about sex and had nothing to do with love.
Of course, the fact that she was his mother and the fact that he loved her, made his sexual attraction he felt that much more sexually exciting. Yet, his sexual attraction was more about sex, incestuous sex, than it was about love and about the love felt between a mother and her son. He'd do her right now, if she gave him the green light. He'd lick her pussy before making love to his mother. He'd fuck his mother right here and right now before expecting her to suck his cock, allow him to cum in her mouth, and swallow his warm, oozy load.
Sex and incest, it was all about sex and incest. Her unbuttoning her blouse in front of him was incestuously sexual. Sex and incest, it was all about sex and incest. Her removing her jeans in front of him was incestuously sexual. Sex and incest, it was all about sex and incest. Her parading around him in her bra and panties was incestuously sexual. Sex and incest, it was all about sex and incest. Her removing her bra and then her panties in front of him was incestuously sexual and not normal. Sex and incest, it was all about sex and incest. Sex and incest, sex and incest, sex and incest, every thought he had about his mother was incestuously sexual.
Her asking him her opinion of her naked body was purely incestuously sexual. Her turning around and posing for him while he stared at her ass, her pussy, and her tits was incestuously sexual. Especially now, with her still standing before him naked, he was having a hard time defining what was normal and what was perverse. He was having a hard time determining what was love, what was sexual, and what was incestuous. He sometimes had a hard time determining exactly what he felt for his mother. Did he feel love, real love, or did he feel lust, incestuous lust?
"No. I don't think that you have a good body," he said with a straight face before giving her shit eating grin. "You have an amazing body. You have an incredible body. You have a phenomenal body. You have the body of a 30-year-old woman instead of a 42-year-old woman. You have the best body I've ever seen," he said. "You have the body of someone like Eva Mendes. Definitely, with a body like your body and with you nearly the same age, you could be Eva Mendes' twin sister."
She blushed. She swooned. Apparently, by complimenting her body and comparing her to Eva Mendes, he said the right things to her.
"Thank you," she said.
Not embarrassed by his stare or ashamed by his leer, she surprised him with her lack of modesty by not getting dressed and not even covering her nakedness with her hands or forearms. She just stood there naked as if she was fully dressed. She just stood there naked as if she wasn't his mother but some older woman, a cougar that he brought home for the night. She just stood there naked as if she was an artist's nude model. Allowing him to enjoy the view and the forbidden, voyeuristic pleasure of her naked body, she just stood there allowing him to stare and leer at her naked body. She seemed to get off on her son seeing her naked as much as he was getting off on seeing his mother naked.
A son ogling his mother's nakedness and a mother allowing her son to see all that he wanted to see of her was just not only incestuous but also it just was not right. With this not a quick flash, a brief peep, or a sneak peak, a mother allowing her son to have a prolonged look of her naked body was expressly forbidden. With one encouraging the other, she was seemingly enjoying exposing herself as much as he was enjoying seeing his mother naked.
Even if he did nothing but stare, leer, and ogle his naked mother, this was incestuous. Even if he didn't touch or feel his mother's naked body, this was incest. This was taboo. This was wrong, so wrong. Yet, it was right, so right. Seemingly she was just as incestuously titillated as he was. Seemingly she was just as sexually attracted to him as he was sexually to her. Seemingly she wanted to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her.
* * * * *
"I can't believe you're allowing me to see you naked," he said hoping he didn't ruin her naked show by embarrassing her, making her feel uncomfortable, and forcing her to cover her nakedness. "I can't believe that I'm seeing you naked Mom," he said not knowing what else to say. He paused while staring at her tits, her ass, and her pussy. "I've always wondered what you look like without your clothes," he said while wanting to confess that he had always imagined her without her clothes while masturbating himself. "You're so beautiful."
It was as if showing him her naked body was his reward for going through all the shit of losing their house. It was as if showing him her naked body was his reward for having to pack up a rental truck. It was as if showing him her naked body was his reward for having to unload the truck to put their possessions in storage. In the way she seemed to enjoy him ogling her naked body, she seemed to enjoy showing him her naked body.
Without her having any modesty, embarrassment, or shame, and with her making no attempt to conceal her nakedness from him, she just allowed him to enjoy the prolonged, naked view of her shapely body. In the matter of just a few hours, she went from the morally modest mother that she was to the incestuous whore that she is now. In the matter of just a few hours, she went from her showing no interest in sex to her sexually wanting him.
As if she was a nude model, she turned one way before turning the other. As if daring him to touch her, feel her, and have sex with her, she showed him all that he wanted to see of her naked body. She turned her back to him for him to see and ogle her naked ass in the way that he was ogling her naked tits and her naked pussy. As if daring him to feel her, she stood there with her arms by her side. She did everything but to bend over and touch her toes. Then, she turned to face him to address him.
"Well, now that you've seen me naked, with my nakedness out in the open and out of the way, we can stop all of this immature mother and son foolishness, sexual nonsense, incestuous embarrassment, and conforming morality and false modesty," she said. "Now that you've seen me naked, you can stop incestuously lusting over me and masturbating yourself over me," she said with a dirty laugh. "Now that you've seen me naked, perhaps we can return to being a normal mother and son." She gave him her best motherly smile. "Okay?"
She knows he had been sexually lusting over her? In the way he looks at her, stares at her, and leers at her, how could she not know he wants to have sex with her? She knows he had been masturbating over her while imagining seeing her naked as he was now, as well as imagining having sex with her as he hoped to have soon? With them living in the same house and now in the same small room, how could she not know that he masturbates over the thoughts of her naked and having sex with him?
Actually, what she said made sense on the surface but with him sexually attracted to her seemingly just as much as she was sexually attracted to him, who was she kidding? Just as he'd never stop masturbating over the thought of her naked and having sex with him, he'd never stop lusting over her. Unable to stop himself from looking at his mother sexually, and incestuously, he agreed with her nonetheless. What else could he do?
"Okay," he said while still continuing to ogle her naked body.
Only, with her still standing before him naked, he was confused. Was she really showing him her naked body just to put the immature foolishness, nonsense, embarrassment, and false modesty aside or was she flashing him her naked body because she wanted to have sex with him? Was her stripping naked part of her plan to sexually tease him, erotically entice him, and incestuously seduce him? Was she sexually attracted to him as he was sexually attracted to her? Did she want to have incestuous sex with him as much as he wanted to have incestuous sex with her? Then, continuing to shock him, she said something that surprised him even more.
"Now that you've seen me without my clothes," she said pausing to stare down at the bulge his erection made in his jeans. "Show me what you look like without your clothes," she said further shocking the shit out of him.
Only, he was more concerned with seeing his mother's naked body than he was in showing his mother his naked body. Then, when he didn't respond to her wanting to see him naked, she removed her flannel nightgown from her drawer, put it on over her head, and covered her nakedness. Show over. As fast as she was naked, she was wearing her heavy, flannel nightgown. As fast as she was his imagined incestuous lover, she returned to being his modestly moral mother. Only, after having seen her in her bra and panty, after having seen her topless, and after having seen her naked, she'd never be his modestly moral mother again.
Still, for as long as he shall live, he would never forget his mother in her sexy low cut bra and white bikini panty. For as long as he shall live, he would never forget her slowly removing her bra. For as long as he shall live, he would never forget seeing his mother's naked tits, her areolas, and her nipples. For as long as he shall live, he would never forget his mother naked. For as long as he shall live, he'd be masturbating over seeing his mother in her bra and panty, topless, and naked.
She sat on the bed looking at him in the way he was looking her. Seemingly, the point of no return, this was a defining moment between mother and son. With her already showing him her naked body, if he showed her his naked body, no doubt, their next step would be to have sex. Once they crossed that line of incest, they could never go back. Once they opened Pandora's Box of incestuous lust, sex, and debauchery, doomed to forever play in the Devil's playground, they'd be forever damned.
Yet, neither one was thinking about the repercussions of having incestuous sex. Neither one was pondering the ramifications of what would happen after they had sex. With fantasy much more fun, neither one was thinking about the reality of incest between a mother and her son. Lost in their sexual lust for one another, obviously both were just thinking of the here and the now. Seemingly neither one cared what would happen after they had sex. As long as they were both okay with it, with on one else there in their lives to answer to, it was no one's business what they did behind closed, motel doors. With the both of them now dancing to the beat of a different drummer, their drumbeat set the mood for what was to happen next.
Nonetheless their lack of concern for the consequences of having incestuous sex, there was always consequences for everything especially for delving in the forbidden. What would happen after he made love to his mother and she made love to him? What would happen after he fucked his mother and she fucked him? What would happen after he licked his mother to orgasmic pleasure and she sucked him until he ejaculated his cum in her mouth and she swallowed? Too late then, yet they wouldn't know what really would happen until after they had delved in the forbidden and had incestuous sex.
If they had incestuous sex, they could never return to being just mother and son. If they had incestuous sex, instead of just being mother and son, they'd be lovers. If they had incestuous sex, they'd always have the guilt, the shame, and the badge of what was forbidden was now their badge of shame to bear. With the capital letter I of incest, Somerset Maugham's modern day scarlet letter, they'd always have that guilt that others will suspect and that people would know that they were sexually intimate. No longer innocent, self-righteous, and guilt free, they'd both bear the heavy load of having incestuous sex.
She stared at him in the way he stared at her. Only, he was giving her a nervous and sexually excited look when she was giving him a sexy smile along with her naughty look. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe her. His mother was undressing him with her eyes.
As if he was beefcake Brad, a CFNM stripper she met in a strip club, she stared at him with as much sexual, incestuous lust as he was staring at her. Only, with her his mother and naked only a minute before, he didn't have to undress her with his eyes. He already knew what she looked like in her underwear, topless, and naked. Having just seen her naked, she was still naked in his mind. Naked, naked, naked, he finally saw his mother naked.
Now, even with her wearing her heavy, flannel nightgown, he could still clearly imagine her as if she was sitting on the bed naked. Even with her wearing her heavy, flannel nightgown, he could still see the shape and the size of her shapely breasts. Even with her wearing her heavy, flannel nightgown, he could tell she had a great figure beneath all of that soft, raised cotton. Even with her wearing her heavy, flannel nightgown, he could still see her big nipples pushing against the thick, cotton material.
"What do you mean?"
Even though he heard what she had said, he pretended that he didn't understand what she had said. Just as he knew exactly what she said, he knew exactly what she meant. In the way he saw his mother's naked tits, ass, and pussy, his mother wanted to see his naked prick. He couldn't believe his mother wanted to see his naked prick. Seemingly she was just as horny as he was. Maybe she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.
"Strip. Show me what you've got," she said putting a finger to her lips while laughing at his confusion. "I showed you my naked body now you show me your naked body," she said with a dirty laugh, a sexy smile, and a naughty look. "It's the only way to quell this incestuous lust that you have for me," she said. "In the way that I showed you my tits, my ass, and my pussy, you need to show me your cock."
What made sense to him on the surface before didn't make sense at all to him now. Instead of quelling his incestuous lust, as soon as he saw his mother's naked body, she inflamed his incestuous lust. Even though she told him that her stripping herself naked was to remove all of the shame, the guilt, the embarrassment, and the nonsense incestuous nudity between mother and son, it only made it worse. Moreover, he knew as soon as he showed his mother his cock, he'd want her to touch him, stroke him, suck him, and fuck him. As soon as he showed his mother his cock, he'd want to touch her and feel her through her nightgown while kissing her.
As if he was sitting across from a player calling his bluff in Texas Hold'em, something he thought he'd love to do, strip naked in front of his mother, he now felt embarrassed. It was one thing for his mother to strip naked in front of him but it was quite another thing for him to strip naked in front of his mother. He couldn't believe she wanted him to show her his cock. He couldn't believe she wanted to see his prick. Seemingly, with her acting just as horny as he was and with her wanting to see his naked body as much as he wanted to see her naked body, he couldn't believe his mother was as incestuously perverse as he was.
"Mom?"
He looked at her questioning her intentions while she looked down at the growing bulge in his jeans. He couldn't believe his mother stared at the lump his cock made in his pants in the way he stared at the impressions her nipples made in her bra and her pussy slit made in her panties. Immersed in a men's world with men the good guys and women the sluts and the whores, it was one thing for him to ogle his mother but it was quite another thing for his mother to ogle him. He never knew that women ogled men in the same way that men ogled women. He never realized that women sexually lusted over men in the way that men sexually lusted over women. He couldn't recall his mother ogling him until now.He always thought that he was the only pervert in the family. Obviously, like mother like son, he must have received his perverted, personal partiality for incest from her. In the way that his perverted, personal penchant for incest was for his mother, wouldn't that be perfect if his mother's perverted, personal proclivity for incest was for her son? Wouldn't that be something if his mother sexually and incestuously wanted him as much as he sexually and incestuously wanted her?
"C'mon, don't be shy. Show me your cock," she said. "I want to see it. I want to see how big it is. I haven't seen your penis since I used to give you baths," she said with a sexy laugh while giving him a sexy look.
He wanted to show his mother his penis but he was afraid that showing her his erect prick wouldn't stop there. Unable to control himself, he feared that he'd rape his mother and force her to have sex with him. Only, if anyone was raping anyone, it was his mother who would rape him.
"Mom," was all that he could say.
Her sexy look and what she said next made his cock curl upwards in his pants.
"It's been a long time since I've seen an erect prick. It's been even longer since I've held an erect prick in my hand and even longer since I've had a cock in my mouth and in my pussy," she said giving him a coy look.
'Huh? It's been even longer since she had an erect prick in her hand? Did she want to touch his cock? Did she want to hold his cock in her hand? It's been even longer since she had a cock in her mouth and in her pussy? Did she want to suck his cock? Did she want to fuck his cock?'
He couldn't believe what she was saying and what he was hearing. He never heard his mother use the cock word before. He never heard her talk so sexual before. Maybe she was just trying to make him feel more comfortable by having him expose his naked body to her in the way that she exposed her naked body to him. Maybe she was just horny in the way she'd had made him horny all night, beginning with her unbuttoning her blouse. Maybe she wanted to forget all the terrible experiences of today to have a bit of sexy fun tonight. Maybe, just so that the both of them wouldn't be miserable and ponder too much on the tragic events of the day, this was his sexy albeit incestuous treat.
"God, Mom. I'd be so embarrassed to strip naked in front of you," he said. "I'd be so embarrassed to show you my cock," he said lying.
He wondered what her reaction would be to seeing his stiff prick. If anything, he'd be sexually excited to show his mother his stiff prick. Already knowing what his reaction would be to his mother seeing his cock, no doubt, he'd have an erection. There was only one way to find out what her reaction would be to seeing his erect prick and that was to remove his cock from his pants and allow her to see his prick.
Something he didn't know though, something he always wondered about, and something more that he wondered about now, he wondered what her reaction would be to seeing his engorged prick. While knowing that his erection was caused by her stripping herself naked, he knew his erection was caused by seeing her naked body. He knew his erection was caused by imagining kissing her, French kissing her, while touching her and feeling her. He knew his erection was caused by the thoughts of showing her his cock. In the way he loved seeing his mother naked, he'd love to show her his erection. Taking the decision out of his hands, not that he needed any pressure from her, she coerced him and encouraged him to strip off his clothes.
"If you were in this room with a woman right now, a woman who wasn't your mother, you'd already be naked and flashing her your erect prick," she said without any shame, embarrassment, hesitation, and/or uncomfortableness. "Flash me. I want to see your erect prick," she said. "I dare you to show me your cock," she said with a dirty laugh. "I double dare you to show me your erect prick."
Daring one another and double daring one another was their fun thing to do. They were always daring and double daring one another to do something that they feared doing and wouldn't do unless they were dared and double dared. Only, this was the first time they dared and doubled dared one another for nudity sake. Now, that his mother just double dared him to show her his cock, a family tradition of honor, confidence, and courage, he had to show her his erect cock. Truth be told, he was already ready to show her his erect prick. He didn't need to be dared or double dared for him to show her his erection. He couldn't wait to show his mother his cock.
* * * * *
Michael removed his shirt and kicked off his sneakers. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and kicked them down to his feet before removing them. He stood before his mother in his underwear in the way she stood before him in her bra and panties. He watched her stare down at the now big bulge his fully erect prick made in tenting his underwear. Then, taking a step closer to her, closer enough for her to reach out her hand to touch him, when she looked up at him to make eye contact, he turned and removed his briefs to show his mother his naked ass.
"There. Are you happy?"
As if he was dancing, twerking actually, with him facing away from her, he wiggled his naked ass.
"Turn around. Let me see your cock," she said slapping his naked ass with her hand. "Show me your prick Michael. C'mon. I want to see your dick in the way you saw my pussy."
With his hand covering his erect prick, his pubic hair peeking out the sides of his hand, and his testicles drooping lower, he turned to face her.
"Okay? Satisfied? There. I'm naked," he said with a nervous laugh.
She reached out her hand to move his hand away and her fingers slowly brushed by the full length of his penis.
"No, I'm not satisfied. In the way you ogled my tits, ass, and pussy, I want to ogle my son's cock," she said. "In the way that I stood before you naked to give you a prolonged look, I want you to stand before me naked to give me a prolonged look.
In the way that he stared at his mother's naked tits, ass, and pussy, she stared at his cock and testicles.
Figuring he'd be more embarrassed than he was when nakedly exposed to his mother, surprisingly he wasn't. Comfortable being naked in front of her, albeit sexually exciting showing her his naked body, especially his engorged prick, being naked in front of his mother felt natural. Being naked in front of his mother felt normal. For the first time, with his erect cock on full display to his mother's pretty, green eyes, he forgot all about the bank's foreclosure. He forgot all about having to load the rental truck and pay to put their possessions in storage. If only for a moment, he forgot all about the depressing sadness and suffering sorrow of losing the house.
Suddenly, with nothing between them, not even clothes, he felt closer to his mother than he had ever felt before. With her shedding her clothes in front of him and him shedding his clothes in front of her, a freeing experience, it was as if they no longer had any secrets between them. Free from their financial obligations and free from the burden of a house they could no longer afford, they were free from their incestuous inhibitions too.
Even though he was unbelievably, sexually aroused, he enjoyed being naked in front of his mother. He was just as sexually excited seeing his mother naked as he was with her seeing him naked. Now he wondered if she was just as sexually excited showing him her naked body as he hoped she was seeing his naked body. Now he wondered if she was just as sexually attracted to him as he was sexually attracted to her. Now he wondered if she was willing and wanted to have sex with him as he was willing and wanted to have sex with her.
Michael removed his shirt and kicked off his sneakers. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and kicked them down to his feet before removing them. He stood before his mother in his underwear in the way she stood before him in her bra and panties. He watched her stare down at the now big bulge his semi-erect prick made in tenting his underwear. Then, taking a step closer to her, closer enough for her to reach out her hand to touch him, when she looked up at him to make eye contact, he turned and removed his briefs to show his mother his naked ass.
"There. Are you happy?"
As if he was dancing, twerking actually, with him facing away from her, he wiggled his naked ass.
"Turn around. Let me see your cock," she said slapping his naked ass with her hand. "Show me your prick Michael. C'mon. I want to see your dick in the way you saw my pussy."
With his hand covering his erect prick, his pubic hair peeking out the sides of his hand, and his testicles drooping lower, he turned to face her.
"Okay? Satisfied? There. I'm naked," he said with a nervous laugh.
She reached out her hand to move his hand away and her fingers slowly brushed by the full length of his penis.
"No, I'm not satisfied. In the way you ogled my tits, ass, and pussy, I want to ogle my son's cock," she said. "In the way that I stood before you naked to give you a prolonged look, I want you to stand before me naked to give me a prolonged look.