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.
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Chapter Five:
"Let's go to bed," she said.
She gave him a sexy smile and a naughty look. Something she never gave him again until now, she gave him before when she was stripping off her clothes. His mother never looked at him in that sexy, sexual way, in the way that a woman looks at a man, in the way that a mother shouldn't look at her son, and in the way she was looking at him now.
When she fell back on the mattress, she looked so beautiful. She looked so vulnerable. She looked so sexy. She looked so ready for sex. When she put her head on her pillow and fluffed up her pillow to look at him with that sexy smile and naughty look, she made his cock twitch.
Oddly enough, when he thought about his mother, he thought about seeing her in her underwear. He thought of her low cut bra that showed the roundness of the top of her abundant breasts. He thought of her white, bikini panties that hugged the curves of her behind in the way that white painted lines hug a highway going around a curve. He thought about seeing her topless. He thought about seeing the size of her shapely breasts, her areolas, and her nipples. He thought about seeing her naked. He thought about seeing her trimmed, dark brown pussy and her round, firm ass. He thought about her having sex with him. Yet, he never thought about his mother having sex with someone else until now.
He imagined her having horny sex with her husband, his father, when she was impregnated with him. He imagined her having passionate sex on her Honeymoon. Feeling her pain and her suffering sorrow after enduring and surviving the ultimate indignation, he wondered where his father was now after leaving his mother for someone younger. He couldn't imagine his father leaving his mother for anyone. She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. She was such a MILF. He imagined her having drunken sex with some guy she met at a party or in a club. Only, she wasn't like that. He imagined her having sex with him. Only, she certainly wasn't like that either.
"I am tired," he said yawning and stretching. "As soon as my head hits that pillow, I'll be asleep.
Only, there'd be no way he'd be sleeping with his mother in bed beside him. How could he possibly sleep with her in the same bed? He imagined lying awake while staring at his mother and watching her sleeping. He'd be better sleeping in the chair because he'd never get any sleep sleeping beside his mother in bed. Only, after loading the truck and unloading the truck, he was so tired.
He wouldn't be tired if his mother wanted sex. He wouldn't be tired if his mother wanted to touch him, stroke him, and suck him. He wouldn't be tired if his mother wanted him to touch her, lick her, and suck her. He wouldn't be tired if his mother asked him to make love to her. He wouldn't be tired if his mother asked him to fuck him. Only, going to bed was nothing more than going to sleep.
As soon as she pulled the covers over her, she kicked off the blanket with her feet and reached down with her hands for the sheet. Instead of reaching for the sheet, he wished she was reaching for him. Yet, when she kicked off the blanket before reaching for the sheet, with the hem of her nightgown raised nearly to the top of her thighs, with her naked beneath her nightgown, and her legs spread as wide as his eyes, he got a good look at her pussy. As if beckoning him, he saw her trimmed, brown public hair, her pussy, slit, her pussy lips, and her swollen clit. He got a good in between her legs look of his mother's cunt.
When she kicked off the blanket before reaching for the sheet, he watched her big tits bounce, sway, and jiggle behind the think flannel of her nightgown. It was sexy to know that she was naked beneath her flannel nightgown. Instead of him sleeping in the chair, she invited him to sleep in the same bed with her. Something he thought would never happen, it was sexually exciting to know that he'd be sleeping next to his mother soon.
"I'm cold but this flannel nightgown is too hot and too constricting. I feel as if I'm sleeping in a down sleeping bag," she said with a laugh while fighting with her nightgown and struggling to free herself from the confines of all of that flannel. "I wish I had packed another nightgown but I didn't. Everything is in storage. I didn't realize it would be this cold and we wouldn't have any heat. Maybe tomorrow we can stop by there and get more of my clothes," she said sitting up in bed to remove her heavy, flannel nightgown.
As if she was someone else and not his mother, he watched her removing her nightgown as if this was the first time seeing her naked when it wasn't. As shocking as it was sexually exciting, with her removing her nightgown and stripping herself naked again happening so fast, he realized that she was his mother. His mother was naked. He had just seen her naked a few minutes before and he was seeing her naked again now. He'd never tire of the sight of seeing her naked. He'd never tire of seeing the sight of her naked tits, ass, and pussy.
'Wow. Oh, my God. She's naked again. My mother is naked again,' said Michael to himself while staring at her naked breasts. 'She's in bed naked. She's going to bed naked with me. Fuck me. I don't believe this.'
"Sure Mom. We can get more of your clothes tomorrow," he said while ogling his mother's naked body.
As if the dim lighting in the motel room was a staged, movie set, the light that peeked through the partially opened bathroom door, gave the room a romantic look and gave her a look of sensuousness, romanticism, and mystery. As if his eyes were breast lasers piercing the darkness, his stare zeroed in on her breasts, her areolas, and her nipples. Hard to miss, her nipples were fully erect and he wondered if that was from her being cold or sexually excited or a combination of both. He wondered if she was excited about going to bed naked as much as he was sexually excited about her going to bed naked.
'She's so beautiful. She's so sexy,' he thought.
She looked at him and gave him her best motherly loving smile. Then, she looked at him and gave him her best sexy look. Finally, she looked at him with a naughty expression on her face. He wondered what she was thinking. He hoped she was thinking of sex. He hoped she was thinking of having sex with him. He hoped she was thinking of having sex with him in the way that he was thinking of having sex with her. He'd like nothing more than to have sex with his mother. Then, she said something that hardened his cock.
"I need to be held. I need to be hugged. I need to be cuddled. I need to be spooned," she said looking at him as if he was her boyfriend, husband, or lover instead of her son. "Come to bed Michael. Keep me warm."
His mother was cold but she was too hot to wear a flannel nightgown. He was cold but, as if he had a sudden fever, he was hot now. Only, his was a good hot and not a bad hot that he was feeling. Instead of sweating, he was sexually excited. Instead of being too warm on the surface of his skin, he was hot within from the incestuous lust that he felt for his mother. He could already feel the passion behind the thoughts of having sex with her. He could already feel the sensation of his body against her naked body while holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, and spooning her.
'Fuck me,' he thought to himself. 'She's naked again. I don't believe she's naked again. I don't believe she's going to bed naked. She wants me to hold her. She wants me to hug her. She wants me to cuddle her. She wants me to spoon her naked body. Good God, I don't believe this. A sexual fantasy come true, I just don't believe I'm about to go to bed with my naked mother,' he said to himself while trying to process himself lying in bed beside his naked mother.
thther, there'd be no way that he could control himself from touching her and feeling her sexually.
Yet, at the very least, she invited him to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her. He'd be satisfied just doing that. Only, he being naked would change everything. He being naked may ruin the innocence of the moment. Yet, if his mother could be in bed naked, why couldn't he be naked in bed too?
Touching, feeling, and groping her everywhere a son should never touch, feel, and grope his mother, unable to control his incestuous, sexual passion, his hands would be all over his mother's naked body. Good God, if he was naked with his naked mother, he'd be sticking his cock in her hand before sticking his cock in her mouth and then before sticking his cock in her pussy. If he was naked and in bed with his naked mother, he'd put her hand on his cock. He'd wrap her fingers around his erection. He'd have her stroke his cock before sucking his cock and before fucking his cock.
* * * * *His mother wanted to be held. He couldn't wait to hold his mother's naked body. While holding her, he couldn't wait to feel his body pressed against her naked body. Should he throw all caution to the wind and go to bed naked too, he imagined feeling his stiff prick positioned against her while holding her. He couldn't wait to wrap his arms around his naked mother and hold his naked mother while his cock stabbed her back.
His mother wanted to be hugged. He couldn't wait to hug his naked mother. While hugging her, he couldn't wait to feel his body pressed against her naked body. Again, should he throw all caution to the wind and go to bed naked too, he imagined feeling his stiff prick positioned against her while hugging her. He couldn't wait to wrap his arms around his naked mother to hold her and to hug his naked mother while his cock poked her naked ass.
His mother wanted to be cuddled. He couldn't wait to cuddle his naked mother. While cuddling her, he couldn't wait to feel his body pressed against her naked body. Yet again, should he throw all caution to the wind and go to bed naked too, he imagined feeling his stiff prick positioned against her while cuddling her. He imagined rubbing his hard, naked dick up against his mother's naked ass. He couldn't wait to hold her, to hug her, and to cuddle his mother as if they were close dancing while lying naked in bed.
His mother wanted to be spooned. He couldn't wait to spoon his naked mother. While spooning her, he couldn't wait to feel his body pressed against her naked body. Once again, should he throw all caution to the wind and go to bed naked too, he imagined feeling his stiff prick positioned against her while spooning her. On the pretense of spooning his mother, he couldn't wait to slide his prick along her ass crack while dry humping his mother. Glad to use his cock as the Devil's pitchfork, he imagined holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, spooning her, and dry humping his naked mother.
While holding, hugging, cuddling, spooning, and dry humping his naked mother, he couldn't wait to reach his horny hands around her and feel her big tits while fingering her erect nipples. He couldn't wait to reach down and around her to move his hand between her legs to rub her clit while fingering her pussy. He couldn't wait to turn her, spread her legs, and slide his body down the bed to finger her warm pussy while licking her wet pussy. Then, he couldn't wait to mount her and make sweet love to her before fucking her hard and fucking her fast.
Oh, yeah, no doubt about that, he'd lick his mother's cunt. He'd stick his tongue right in there. He'd reach up his horny hands to feel her tits and finger her nipples while eating his mother's pussy. Licking and licking her, he'd finger her pussy while eating his mother's cunt. He'd hang onto her shapely thighs while licking and licking her. He wouldn't stop licking her until she had an orgasm in his mouth. Then, even after she had an orgasm, he'd continue licking her. Now that she was hot and ready, he'd give her multiple orgasms with his fingers and mouth.
'How do you like me now Mom?'
Only, getting way ahead of himself, other than to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, spoon her, and possibly even dry hump her, she'd never allow him to touch her sexually and in that incestuous way. Just as she'd never allow him to lick her pussy, she'd never allow him to finger her nipples never mind rubbing her clit and fingering her cunt. It was enough that his mother was naked again. It was enough that he'd soon be in bed with his naked mother. It was enough that he'd soon be touching and feeling her naked body under the innocent pretenses of holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, and spooning her.
Did he dare get in bed naked with his naked mother? Did he dare try touching her in a sexual way? Did he dare try feeling her in an incestuous way? Did he dare try to have sex with his mother?
Only, who was she kidding? A game that he certainly enjoyed and hoped that he'd win, what the Hell kind of game was this? She was no virgin. She was not so innocent. Even though she was his mother and he was his son, tonight they were just a man and a woman. Tonight, they needed intimacy. Tonight, they needed the comfort of one another's bodies. Tonight, they needed sex.
Obviously teasing him, as soon as she stripped off her clothes and stood in front of him in her panties and bra that wasn't innocent behavior that was incestuous behavior. Obviously trying enticing him, as soon as she stripped off her clothes and stood in front of him topless that wasn't innocent behavior that was incestuous behavior. Obviously with her wanting to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her, as soon as she stripped off her clothes and stood in front of him naked that wasn't innocent behavior that was incestuous behavior. Obviously, his MILF of a mother was trying to seduce him. Only, with him ready, willing, and eager to have sex with her, she didn't have to try very hard to tempt him to have sex with her.
Her stripping off her clothes to stand before him in her underwear, topless, and/or naked was something that a mother would never do with her son. That was incestuous. As soon as she removed her nightgown and invited him in bed to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her that was something that a mother would never do with her son. That wasn't just incestuous, that was incest.
Seriously. Think about it. What mother would parade around her son in her bra and panties? What mother would turn to face her son before unhooking and removing her bra to show her son her tits, her areolas, and her nipples? What mother would remove her panties and stand before her son naked while showing her son her pussy? What mother would not only stand before her son naked but also slowly turn for her son to see her naked ass as well as her naked tits and pussy. If she didn't want and was expecting sex, what mother would make no attempt to cover her nudity but instead just stand there while her son ogled her naked body?
If she was any other woman but his mother, her being in bed naked was her way of showing him that she wanted sex. If she was any other woman but his mother, her stripping herself naked and now removing her nightgown to be in bed naked was not only sexual but also incestuous. Being that she was his mother and he was her son, her bizarre behavior of stripping herself naked, going to bed naked, and inviting him to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her was incestuously sexual. If he was a betting man, he'd bet that his mother wanted to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her.Only, with all of this new to him, not wanting to make a horrible mistake, he didn't know what her agenda was. What was her motivation for stripping naked in front of him? What was her motivation for removing her nightgown to go to bed naked? What was her motivation to ask him to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her naked body? Was her motivation to strip herself naked because she was hot, because she wanted to rid him of lusting over her, or was her motivation to remove her nightgown because she wanted sex, incestuous sex? Was her motivation innocent or was it incestuous?
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With him a horny, sexually frustrated man, how could he be sure? With all of this new to him, he could be confusing his mother's innocence intentions with her sexual and incestuous agenda. With him being so sexually attracted to his mother, he could be confusing his mother's love for him with her imagined sexual attraction to him. With him perversely perverted and with everything he thinks in regards to his mother as incestuous, he could be clueless in his mother's love for him that he thinks is sexual.
He was so confused. He was so sexually excited. He was so sexually frustrated. All he knew was that he wanted to have sex with his mother. He wanted to feel and fondle her big tits before fingering and sucking her erect nipples. He wanted to lick her clit and finger her pussy before having sexual intercourse with his mother. All he knew was that he wanted to make love to his mother before fucking his mother. All he knew was that he wanted her to touch his cock before wrapping her fingers around his stiff prick. He wanted her to stroke his dick before sucking his penis. He wanted to cum in his mother's mouth and he wanted to watch her swallow him.
So what? On the surface, what's so wrong with that? What's wrong with him having sex with his mother? Why is it so wrong to want to make love to his mother when, more than any other woman, she is the woman that he loves the most? With him having sex with any woman who gives him the eye, women who don't really care about him, women who don't love him, and women who will never love him in the way that his mother loves him, why wouldn't he want to have sex with his mother?
Then, again, the flipside of that coin, what's wrong with him? Why is he so sexually attracted to his mother? Why does he see himself going to bed with his mother, albeit with her naked, as a sexual opportunity instead of an act of kindness and love? Why is he putting his wanton desires and incestuous, sexual attractions on his mother? Just because he was incestuous attracted to her doesn't mean that she was sexually attracted to him.
After she dared him to strip off all of his clothes, he was in a quandary. In the way she was looking at his cock, staring at his prick, and ogling his naked body, she made him think that his mother sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. Yet, it was one thing for him to sexually want his mother, it was something else entirely for his mother to sexually want him. She wasn't like that. She wasn't a slut, a whore, or incestuous, trailer tramp trash. She was his mother and he was his son.
How dare he think of her in that sexually inappropriate way? How dare he want to have sex with his naked mother? Yet, unable to control his incestuous, sexual, lustful desires for her naked body, dare he go to bed naked too? If it wasn't tempting himself enough to try and have sex with her while she was in bed naked, he'd be double daring himself from having sex with his naked mother while he was in bed naked with her too. Dare he play in the Devil's playground by giving into the incestuous temptation of trying to have sex with his mother? Truth be told, truth or dare, he'd love to be in bed naked with his mother.
The more he thought about going to bed naked with his mother, he couldn't wait to feel his erect, naked cock pressed up against his mother's shapely, naked ass. Not just his cock but also he couldn't wait to press the full length of his naked body up against his mother's naked body while reaching his hand around her to cup her naked breasts and possibly even finger her erect nipples. A sexual fantasy come true, he could only imagine what it would feel like to hold her, to hug her, to cuddle her, and to spoon her while dry humping her and while feeling her big tits and fingering her erect nipples.
Only, suddenly feeling guilty for all that he imagined sexually doing to his mother, nothing more than a sexual fantasy he enjoyed having and masturbating himself to, he'd never violate her in such an incestuous way. He'd never force her to do anything sexual. It's one thing for her to be naked but it's quite another thing for him to be naked and in the same bed with her too. What was he thinking? Obviously for her to be naked, she sexually wants him as much as he sexually wants her.
Right? He didn't know. He wasn't sure.
He had lost his mind to incestuous thoughts. He was thinking too much with his cock instead of with his brain. Even though he fantasized touching and feeling his naked mother while masturbating himself, he'd never touch and feel his naked mother in such a sexual and incestuous way. Just because she was naked didn't mean that she wanted sex or was expecting him to give her sex.
Right? He didn't know. He wasn't sure.
'Oh, my God, this is my sexual fantasy come true. I can only imagine what it would feel like to hold her, to hug her, to cuddle her, and to spoon my naked mother while I was naked too,' he thought to himself.
Only, if indeed he had the courage to go to bed naked, it certainly would be enough that he'd be naked and in bed with his naked mother. With her allowing him to hold her, to hug her, to cuddle her, and to spoon her but with no mention of dry humping her, he'd better not push his luck by dry humping her naked ass. As if he was a dirty dog and he certainly was, he needed to remove the thought of dry humping his mother from his mind. Not wanting to prematurely ruin what may blossom between them, it was one thing for him to be in bed with his naked mother but for her to allow him to touch her and feel her sexually was something else.
Knowing the modestly moral mother she was before tonight, nonetheless her stripping off her clothes in front of him, she'd never allow him to touch and feel her in the way he wish he could touch and feel her. She'd never allow him to finger her nipples and finger her pussy, while trying to slide his stiff prick inside of her from behind. Besides, even if she allowed him to touch and feel her in such a sexually inappropriate way, filled with remorse, regret, and guilt, how could he look her in the eye the next morning? Even though he was a horny, sexually frustrated man and she was a beautiful, sexy woman, the unalterable fact remained that she was his mother and he was her son.
A good woman, a God fearing woman with a big heart, and a strong woman, his mother wasn't trailer trash. His mother wasn't a tramp with a tramp stamp tattooed on her lower back and just above her ass. She didn't have any tattoos. Her nipples, her tongue, and her clit weren't pierced. She didn't advertise to the world that she was a whore, that she sucked cock, or that she took it up the ass. She wasn't a wild woman. She was his mother and he was her son.
Unfortunately and sexually frustrating for him, she wasn't the type of incestuous, sexual woman who'd ever have sex with him. Just because she stripped herself naked in front of him doesn't mean that she wanted him to give her sex. Just because she was in bed naked with him and wanted him to sleep with her while holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, and spooning her, doesn't make her an incestuous whore. Her being in bed naked with him just makes her cold, tired, and lonely. Her being in bed naked with him just makes her more of a MILF of a mother and makes him sexually and incestuously want her even more.
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He needed to calm the fuck down and to take his mother being naked and in bed for what it was. Nothing. Absolutely nothing more than what it was. No matter what her sexual agenda was or wasn't the fact remained that she was his mother and he was her son. Yet, just as he was, first she was cold and now she was hot. First he was cold and now he is hot, so very hot. Only, him being hot had nothing to do with the temperature. His horny libido was making him hot.
Now, suddenly, he felt as if he was taking sexual advantage of his mother by even thinking about stripping himself naked and going to bed naked too. She doesn't even know he was thinking about getting naked before climbing in bed with her. What would she say if he did get in bed naked with her? What would she do if he hugged her naked body with is naked body? Would she jump? Would she recoil? Would she reject him? Would she tell him to put on his pajama bottoms? Or would she pretend she didn't notice that he was naked?
Now that he was thinking about going to bed naked, he wanted to go to bed naked. He'd like nothing more than to hold, hug, cuddle, and spoon his naked mother with his naked body. Only, with his erection having a mind of its own and acting as if it was a probe looking for a warm, wet place to hide, he'd be impaling his mother's naked body in places where his cock should never touch his mother's naked body.
Especially now after seeing her naked when she stripped off her clothes in front of him, she doesn't even know how much he sexually wanted her. Yet, in the way he was staring at her, leering her naked body, and ogling her ass, her tits, and her pussy, how could she not know that he wants he sexually? She even said that she knew he sexually lusted over her while masturbating over her.
Yet, what if she was mad that he removed his clothes before getting in bed? With his sexual lust for his mother so obviously transparent, and with her knowing that he sexually wants her after calling her a MILF, what if she was mad that he had the thoughts of him actually having sex with her? With his sexual lust for his mother so obviously transparent, what if she was pissed that he had an erection when he came to bed, especially when she wasn't even wet. As much as he'd love to have sex with his mother, he knew that she'd never have sex with her son.
"Bed? Yeah. Okay. Sure," he said.
He had thought about retrieving his pajama bottoms from the bureau drawer, but abandoning that idea, he didn't. Instead, with his mother already facing the other way, he did something he wouldn't have done had she been looking at him, watching him, and judging him. Daring himself to do so, instead of coming to bed wearing pajama bottoms and a tee shirt, he removed his tee shirt and socks. He needed to know what it would feel like to be naked and in bed with his naked mother. He needed to know what it would feel like to have his naked body pressed up against her naked body. Now the only things he was wearing were his smile and his erection.
'Fuck it,' he thought to himself. 'Maybe with her already in bed naked, she was expecting me to come to bed naked too. Maybe with her already in bed naked, she's expecting me to give her sex. Maybe with her already in bed naked, her way to make me feel better, she's willing to give me sex after all that happened today.'
Happy to oblige her, he only hoped as the horny son that he was that he wasn't getting the wrong idea from his mother by her stripping off her blouse, her jeans, her bra, and her panties in front of his horny eyes. He hoped he wasn't getting the wrong impression of his mother by her stripping off her flannel nightgown and going to bed naked. Yet, what else was he to think? In all the years he had lived with her, he had never seen any more than a sliver of her panties in a quick up skirt flash. In all the years he had lived with her, he had never seen any more of the top of her bra and her long, line of cleavage in a down blouse sneak peek.
Now, after seeing her parading around him in her bra and panty, topless, and then naked, there was no way that he could stop himself from getting naked too. Even if his mother only wanted him to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her, why would she have him do that while she was naked? With him naked too and his cock pressed up against her naked body, at the very least, with him dry humping her, there was no way that he wouldn't try and have sex with her.
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With his mother already on her side and turned away from him, when he lifted the sheet to climb in bed beside her, as if he was dreaming it, imagining it, and fantasizing it, he saw his mother's shapely, naked ass. With her beautiful ass curled toward him, she was in the fetal position. Did she expect to have sex with him? Did she want him to fuck her doggie style from behind?
While holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, and spooning her, did she want him to touch her and feel her in a sexually, incestuous way? Wanting to know if she was wet, he so wanted to slide a slow hand along her pussy slit. He so needed to know if she was as wet as he was hard. Immediately with his mother lying there so sexy and so vulnerable, his cock went from semi-erect to fully erect. He'd love nothing more than to slide his hard cock in her warm, wet pussy.
"Hold me, Michael. Hug me. I'm cold. Cuddle me and spoon me until I warm up," she said moving her firm ass against his hard cock.
'Oh, my God,' he thought when she pressed her naked ass against his naked, erect prick. 'Fuck me. I don't believe this.'
His mother's naked ass was position right against his naked cock.
"Mom," not knowing what else to say, he let out a whisper.
As if she was sexually teasing him and erotically enticing him to touch her and feel her, she continued wiggling her shapely naked ass against his naked body until his cock found a comfortable place between her naked ass cheeks. He so wanted to hump her. He so wanted to make love to her. He so wanted to turn her over and fuck her.
"Oh, Michael. Someone is naked other than me. Someone has an erection," she said with a dirty laugh while wiggling her ass tighter into his prick again. "Actually that feels good baby," she said. "With your prick so very hard, you're making Mommy feel so loved and so wanted."
With the both of them in bed naked together, Michael finally has sex with his mother.
Continued from Chapter Five:
'Fuck it,' he thought to himself. 'Maybe with her already in bed naked, she was expecting me to come to bed naked too. Maybe with her already in bed naked, she's expecting me to give her sex. Maybe with her already in bed naked, her way to make me feel better, she's willing to give me sex after all that happened today.'
Happy to oblige her, he only hoped as the horny son that he was that he wasn't getting the wrong idea from his mother by her stripping off her blouse, her jeans, her bra, and her panties in front of his horny eyes. He hoped he wasn't getting the wrong impression of his mother by her stripping off her flannel nightgown and going to bed naked. Yet, what else was he to think? In all the years he had lived with her, he had never seen any more than a sliver of her panties in a quick up skirt flash. In all the years he had lived with her, he had never seen any more of the top of her bra and her long, line of cleavage in a down blouse sneak peek.
Now, after seeing her parading around him in her bra and panty, topless, and then naked, there was no way that he could stop himself from getting naked too. Even if his mother only wanted him to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her, why would she have him do that while she was naked? With him naked too and his cock pressed up against her naked body, at the very least, with him dry humping her, there was no way that he wouldn't try and have sex with her.
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With his mother already on her side and turned away from him, when he lifted the sheet to climb in bed beside her, as if he was dreaming it, imagining it, and fantasizing it, he saw his mother's shapely, naked ass. With her beautiful ass curled toward him, she was in the fetal position. Was she expecting him to feel her ass? Was she expecting to have sex with him? Did she want him to fuck her doggie style from behind?
While holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, and spooning her, did she want him to touch her and feel her in a sexually, incestuous way? Wanting to know if she was wet, he so wanted to slide a slow hand along her pussy slit. He so needed to know if she was as wet as he was hard. Immediately with his mother lying there so sexy and so vulnerable, his cock went from semi-erect to fully erect. He'd love nothing more than to slide his hard cock in her warm, wet pussy.
"Hold me, Michael. Hug me. I'm cold. Cuddle me and spoon me until I warm up," she said moving her firm ass against his hard cock.
'Oh, my God,' he thought when she pressed her naked ass against his naked, erect prick. 'Fuck me. I don't believe this.'
His mother's naked ass was position right against his naked cock.
"Mom," not knowing what else to say, he let out a whisper.
As if she was sexually teasing him and erotically enticing him to touch her and feel her, she continued wiggling her shapely naked ass against his naked body until his cock found a comfortable place between her naked ass cheeks. He so wanted to hump her. He so wanted to make love to her. He so wanted to turn her over and fuck her.
"Oh, Michael. Someone is naked other than me. Someone has an erection," she said with a dirty laugh while wiggling her ass tighter into his prick again. "Actually that feels good baby," she said. "With your prick so very hard, you're making Mommy feel so loved and so wanted."
Chapter Six:
Wondering what she wanted while wondering what she wanted him to do, she opened his Pandora's Box of incestuous wonderment by her stripping herself down to her underwear, topless, and then naked before going to bed without her clothes. With only one way for him to find out if she was wet, somehow he had to find the courage to touch her pussy and finger her cunt. Only she wasn't just any woman that he picked up at a bar and went home to her place. She was his mother. If she was anyone else but his mother, he would have been rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy by now. If she was anyone else but his mother, especially with her stripping herself naked, he would have had his cock in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy by now.
Notwithstanding her being his mother, he wondered if she was as wet as he was hard. He wondered if her being in bed naked with him sexually excited her as much as it excited him being in bed naked with her. He wondered if she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. He wondered if she was as sexually aroused as he was. He wondered if she was expecting him to give her deep penetrating, animal like, incestuous sex. He'd love nothing more than to make love to his mother before fucking his mother. He'd love nothing more than to pound her pussy before she sucked his cock.
Even with the both of them naked and in bed, he was afraid to take the next step. Difficult to cross the imaginary line of incest, he was still flitting with while walking the fine line. He could still fall forward or fall back. In the way she was now welcoming his touch, she could still reject his incestuous advances. No means no and he'd never force himself sexually on his mother. For him to have sex with her, their incestuous union would have to be consensual.
Truly, if she was any other woman other than his mother, he would have already been all over her. If she was any other woman other than his mother, he'd be kissing her, French kissing her while feeling her tits and fingering her nipples. If she was any other woman other than his mother, he would have already been licking her pussy while rubbing her clit. If she was any other woman other than his mother, he would have already mounted her and would be making love to her before fucking her.
Yet, instead of rushing to have sex with her, he enjoyed the magical and memorable moment of being in bed naked with his naked mother. Whether they had sex or not, he'd be looking back on this moment for the rest of his life. Yet, preoccupied in thought in the way his mother is always preoccupied in thought, he wondered. He wondered if his mother would be mad if he sexually touched her and felt her in the way that he so wanted to sexually touch her and sexually feel her. Nothing more than just a sexual fantasy, never really thinking about having sex with his mother before, other than the sexual fantasies that he had when masturbating himself, he was thinking about having sex with his mother now.
Not really ready to launch himself into making out with his mother, perhaps overthinking things, he wondered what it would feel like to kiss her, French kiss her. With her panties having no odor whenever he sniffed them, he wondered what his mother's cunt would smell like. He wondered what his mother's pussy would taste like when licking her. He wondered what his mother would sound like just before, during, and after having an orgasm. He wondered what his mother would look like after having incestuous sex with him and after basking in the afterglow of incestuous sex.
"Mom, this is so weird," he said not knowing what else to say. "This is so sexual without being sexual."
As if leading him astray and taking him by his hand to the Devil's playground, she took him by the wrist and moved his arm around her slim waistline. He was touching his naked mother. He couldn't believe he was touching his naked mother. It was one thing to see his mother naked but it was quite another thing to finally touch his naked mother.
Without daring to move his fingers or his hand, he felt her stomach. A place that he found so erotically sensual, he loved feeling his mother's waist. He loved how her waist curved down from her breasts to curve out at her hips. He had spent many hours walking with his mother with his hand around her waist and with his fingertips touching the very top of her shapely hips through her clothes.
Now, instead of touching her through her clothes, he was touching her when she was naked. Naked, his mother was naked. She was naked. He couldn't believe his mother was naked.
A first time for everything, including a son touching his naked mother, he couldn't believe he was touching his naked mother. He couldn't believe he was naked with his naked mother. He couldn't believe he was naked and in bed with is naked mother. If he ever told any of his friends that he was naked and in bed with his naked mother, they'd never believe him. Not that he'd tell any of his friends what he did or didn't do with his mother, they all sexually lusted over his mother. They all wished they could be in bed naked with his naked mother in the way that he was in bed naked with her now.
'Oh, my God.'
Not knowing where else to put his hand, he rested his forearm arm on her waist and his hand on her flat, firm stomach. Wanting to make ringlets in her pubic hair with his finger, daring himself to do so, he so wanted to reach his fingers down to play with her pubic hair before moving his hand down to cup her pussy. He'd love to cup his mother's pussy in the palm of his hand, the sacred place he emerged from 22-years ago. Without offending her and without making her angry with him, he wished he could rub his mother's clit and finger her pussy while sucking her nipples. He wished he could sexually make his mother as sexually aroused as he was now.
Only, the first time feeling so much of his mother's naked body, he was stunned and frozen into inactivity. Frightened that he'd ruin the moment by being too sexually aggressive, he was afraid to even touch her exposed skin. Scared to death, not wanting to go too fast too soon for fear of ruining everything, he was afraid to touch her naked breast or her naked pussy. In a quandary, other than to wait to see what would happen, he didn't know what to do. Then, taking the decision from him, making his decision for him, when he didn't move his hand, she lifted his hand and put it on her breast. Something she always did when taking control of situations, leave it to his mother to show him the way.
'Oh, my God,' he was feeling his mother's big tit.
Something he never thought he'd do, even in his wildest sexual fantasies, he never imagined his mother's breast feeling so firm and so soft at the same time. Sure, he felt plenty of women's breasts before but this was his mother's breast. He was feeling his mother's big tit.
He couldn't believe he had her breast in the palm of his hand. As if daring him to finger her nipple, erecting itself while getting harder, he could feel her nipple poking his hand in the way that his cock was poking her ass. As if it belonged there and meant to remain there forever, her breast felt so big and so firm in the palm of his hand. He loved his mother's big tits and he couldn't believe, with her permission, that he was feeling her naked breast.
"It's only weird if you think it's weird Michael," she said. As if he felt her tits every day, she was so confidentially calm about him touching her and feeling her in a sexual way. "It's only sexual if you think it's sexual. Right now, albeit and notwithstanding, with the both of us naked, we're doing nothing wrong and nothing more than comforting one another after going through the horrific experience of losing our home. You positioned against me feels natural and normal to me and not sexual at all," she said.
Not sexual? The most sexually aroused he had ever been, he couldn't say the same. Being in bed naked with his naked mother was certainly not only sexual but also incestuous to him. He wished his mother felt as sexually excited as he did. He wished his mother wanted him sexually as much as he wanted her sexually. He wished his mother was as much into incest as he was.
"I love being against you too, Mother," he said unable to control his cock from pulsating and throbbing against her naked body.
Every time his prick involuntarily twitch, as if to stop his cock from twitching or as if to encourage his cock to pulsate even more, she moved her naked body closer and pushed herself against his throbbing cock more.
"In the way I've been feeling so lonely lately and in the way that you're always so horny," she said with a laugh. "I don't know why we haven't slept together sooner. I would have like that. I would have enjoyed you sleeping with me in my bed. We would have had a much bigger and more comfortable bed," she said with a sad laugh. "I've been so lonely so for so long. It would have been so comforting for me to feel your body against me in the way that I'm feeling your body against me now."
'What? Huh? Seriously? Why haven't we slept together sooner? Is she kidding me? She would have like that? Fuck! I would have liked that too.'
She blew his mind with what she had just said. He thought of all of those wasted years he spent masturbating while having sexual fantasies of seeing his mother in her underwear, topless, and or naked. He thought of all of those times that he slept alone in his bed when he would have been welcomed to sleep with his mother in her bed. If only he knew, even if they weren't naked, he would have jumped at the opportunity to sleep with his mother while holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, and spooning her.
Unable to stop his inappropriate sexual and incestuous thoughts now that he was naked and in bed with his mother, he wondered how natural and normal she'd feel if he stuck his cock in her pussy or up her ass. He'd love nothing more than to fuck her pussy and/or her ass. With him a naked, horny, and sexually frustrated man and with her a naked, sexy, beautiful woman, having his naked body pressed against her naked body felt incestuously sexual to him. He'd love nothing more than to slide his cock in his mother's pussy or in her shapely ass from behind while fondling her big, naked breasts and fingering her erect nipples.
"That would have been nice Mother. I wish we had slept together sooner," he said feeling his cock throbbing and pulsating against her naked ass. "I understand how we could have made one another feel better by holding one another, hugging one another, cuddling one another, and spooning one another," he said. "Something we used to do when I was a child, we stopped sleeping together as I grew older."
'Only, I can't help myself from getting horny Jennifer,' he wanted to say and calling his mother by her first named. Wanting to tell her how horny, how sexually excited, and how hard he was, he wanted to confess all that he was thinking but he didn't say any of that to her. 'I can't help myself from having an erection now that I'm in bed with you naked and with me naked too. I can't help myself from wanting to fuck you, Mother. I'd love nothing more than to give you orgasms with my fingers, my mouth, and my cock,' he wanted to say but didn't. It was enough that he thought it. 'I wish you'd suck my cock Mom. I'd love nothing more than to cum in your mouth after cumming in your pussy. I'd love nothing more than to watch you swallow my cum.'
As if she was expecting him to stick his cock inside of her, on the pretense of her getting more comfortable in bed, she pressed her naked ass harder against him while wigging her tight ass against him. As if his cock was already inside of his mother, she stayed like that while he imagined what it would feel like to make love to her. Now that he was naked with her, he couldn't help from imagining what it would feel like to fuck his mother. Now that he was naked with her, he couldn't help himself from dry humping her.
Ever so slowly and ever so softly, he dry humped his mother. If felt good to build a bit of friction between his cock and her ass. More than the fact that he couldn't believe that he was dry humping his mother, he couldn't believe that his mother was allowing him to dry hump her. He only wished his cock was buried inside of her.
"Hold me, Michael. Hug me. Cuddle me. Spoon me. I like being spooned," she said wiggling her shapely ass more into him.
Michael held his mother. He hugged his mother. He cuddled his mother. He spooned his mother.
"I like spooning you too Mom," he said.
Then, after a long pause while he held her, hugged, and spooned her, she said something that really surprised him.
"Actually, I like feeling your cock against me. I like you dry humping me," she said with a sexy laugh. "Touch me, Michael. Feel me as if I was your lover instead of your mother," she said.
As if his cock had a bigger brain in its head than he had in his head, with his cock knowing the way home, he felt his prick rest between his mother's ass cheeks. As if he was fucking his mother in her pussy or in her ass, it felt good to stealthily and slowly move his hips back and forth and back and forth while the head of his cock rested in between his mother's ass cheeks. As if he was fucking her tits, it felt good to have his mother's ass cheeks masturbate him.
A temptation that was so real and so forbidden, the opening of her pussy was only mere inches away. Did he dare try and insert himself? Did he dare try and fuck his mother from behind?
Holding her tighter while hugging her and spooning her, he pulled his mother closer while hoping his cock would make his decision for him and just slip itself inside of her. Wondering if she was even wet and wet enough, he'd like to accidentally fuck his mother. He'd like for his cock to accidentally slip inside of his mother. Too late for her to reject him, he'd just like to push his stiff prick inside of her wet pussy.
'Oops. Sorry Mom. My cock slipped inside of you. Turnover on your stomach Mom and I'll climb on top of you. Maybe if I hump you hard and fast enough, eventually, after I cum, I'll be able to pull it out,' he wanted to say but didn't.
If only he could, he would make love to his mother. If only she would, he would fuck his mother. With her encouraging him to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, spoon her, touch her, and feel her, he felt and fondled her big breasts while gently dry humping her. Always sexually fantasizing of feeling his mother's big breasts, he couldn't believe he was feeling his mother's big breasts.
Careful not to finger her nipples, he so wanted to finger her nipples. Instead he ever so lightly brushed the palm of his hand across her erect nipples. While feeling her naked breasts, he was the horniest he had ever been and his cock had never been as hard as it was now.
Something he had always dreamed of doing nearly as much as he dreamed of his mother blowing him, he so wanted to fall between her legs and lick his mother's cunt while fingering his mother's cunt. While reaching up his hands to feel her tits and finger her nipples, he imagined falling between her shaping thighs to lick her in the way he imagined her falling to her knees to suck him. He so wanted to have oral sex with his mother.
He so wanted to have sexual intercourse with his mother. He so wanted to make love to his mother. He so wanted to fuck his mother. He so wanted to cum in his mother's pussy.
He so wanted to stick his cock in her mouth and put a gentle hand behind her head. He so wanted to hump her mouth and fuck her face while she stroked his prick and sucked his prick. He so wanted to cum in his mother's mouth. He so wanted to watch her swallow his cum.
"You're so beautiful, Mom," he said. "You're so sexy."
Afraid to touch her nipples for fear that he'd sexually arouse his mother, he wished he could finger her nipples while fingering her pussy in the way he wished she'd wrap her hand around his cock. Afraid to touch her sexually, he didn't want her to prematurely stop him from holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, spooning her, and now dry humping her. He only wished he could sexually excite her in the way that she was sexually exciting him. Then, she said the magic words he was hoping to hear.
"You may touch my nipples Michael. It's been a long time since anyone has fingered my nipples. I like having my nipples fingered," she said.
* * * * *
So much to process in such a short period of time, he couldn't believe he saw his mother in her bra and panty. He couldn't believe he saw his mother topless. He couldn't believe he saw his mother naked. He couldn't believe she saw him naked. Now, as if he was dreaming or sexually fantasizing the whole thing, he couldn't believe he was in bed naked with his naked mother. With his life being flushed down the toilet after losing the house, his spirit was suddenly renewed with winning the sexually intimate affections of his mother.
Just as he couldn't believe she put his hand on her breast, he couldn't believe that she now wants him to finger her nipples. Not wanting to disappoint his mother, he never wanted to disappoint his mother. Giving her what she wanted as much as what he wanted too, he reached out his fingers to take hold of her nipple, first one and then the other.
He pulled her nipples. He turned her nipples. He twisted her nipples. He did everything to her nipples but to suck her nipples. He so wanted to suck her nipples while rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy. He couldn't wait to suck his mother's nipples in the way that he did when he was a baby.
Going from holding her, to hugging her, to cuddling her, to spooning her, and to dry humping her naked body, now he was sexually touching her. His sexual fantasy come true, he was sexually touching and incestuously feeling his mother's naked body. If being in bed naked with his naked mother wasn't incestuously sexual, than he didn't know what was. If fingering her nipples wasn't sexual than he didn't know what was. If fingering her nipples wasn't incestuous than he didn't know what was. The more that he abused her nipples with his fingers, the more she seemed to enjoy him abusing her nipples while fingering, pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples.
"You're nipples are so big and so hard Mom," he said fingering her nipples, pulling her nipples, and turning and twisting her nipples.
She held his hand in her hand while directing his fingers over her nipples. He felt and fondled her firm, albeit soft breasts while fingering her hard, erect nipples. Becoming more brazen with fingering her nipples, he pulled them out even more.
She had big nipples and he wished he could suck his mother's nipples while fingering her pussy as she stroked his cock. He wished he could take his mother's nipples in his mouth and nibble on her nipples. He wished he could bite his mother's nipples but not too hard. With one sexual thing leading to another sexual thing, no matter what he did to his mother's naked body, it was never enough. Always he wanted more.
It wasn't enough that he was in bed naked with his naked mother and with his cock pressed up against her ass while he felt her tits and fingered her nipples, now he wished for more. Instead of just holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, spooning her, and dry humping her, he wanted to make love to her. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to fuck his mother. If it wasn't shocking enough that she wanted him to touch her as if she was his lover instead of his mother, she shocked him even more when she asked her next question.
"May I touch you, too?"
Without waiting for him to respond, she lowered her hand down and touched his cock with her manicured fingertips before wrapping her fingers around his stiff prick. His mother not only touched his cock but also she was holding his cock in her hand. He couldn't believe his prick was in his mother's hand.
As if it belonged there, his cock felt so good in her hand. He needed to wrap his brain around him feeling her tits and fingering her nipples while she held his stiff prick in her hand. If it wasn't enough that his mother put his hand on her breasts and allowed him to finger her nipples, he couldn't believe she was now holding his erect prick in her hand.
"Yes," he whispered after the fact in answer to her asking if she could touch him.
Her hand was so warm and so soft. After knowing what it now felt like to have his mother's fingers wrapped around his stiff prick, he wouldn't want any other woman holding his cock in her hand. He held his breath while his mother ever so slowly stroked him. He couldn't believe his mother was masturbating him in the way he wished he could masturbate her. If this wasn't sexual, his mother holding his stiff prick in her hand, then he didn't know what was. If this wasn't incestuous, his mother slowly stroking his cock, then he didn't know what was.
"You have a much bigger cock than your father. You cock is not only thicker but also it's longer too," she said exploring the head of his engorged prick with her fingers while staring down at his erect prick in the way he stared at her naked body. "It's been a long time since I've held a man's penis in my hand. Your prick feels so good in my hand Michael," she said looking up at him to make eye contact with him. "I hope you don't think badly of me but would you mind if I stroked you?"
Again, she asked him the question after she already started stroking him.
'Do I mind if my mother strokes me? His mother wants to stroke his cock. He couldn't believe his mother asked him if she could stroke his cock. Hmm, let me think about that for one second. Well...okay,' he thought a split second later while laughing to himself.
He looked down at his mother holding his cock with her fingers wrapped around his stiff prick.
"Please. I want you to stroke me Mom. I'd love for you to stroke my cock," he said while she slowly stroked her son's cock. "Mom, that feels so could," he said stealthily humped her hand with his hips. "Please don't stop."
Holding him in her hand with more pressure, she stroked him a little faster. Never had he had a harder erection. Never had he been as sexually aroused. If she continued stroking him in this way, he'd cum all over her hand. Then, she said the words that shocked him.
"I hope I'm not embarrassing myself or embarrassing you but would you like me to masturbate you, Michael? Would you like for me to relieve some of your stress? I don't mind. Really I don't. I'd like to masturbate you, if you'd allow me to masturbate you," she said.
He looked down at her while she looked up at him.
'His mother wants to masturbate him. He couldn't believe his mother wants to masturbate him.'
More than any sexual fantasy he could have or his next door neighbor, hot Helen masturbating him, he'd love for his mother to masturbate him. More than the sexual fantasy he used to have of the school nurse masturbating him, he'd much prefer his mother masturbating him. More than the sexual fantasy he used to have of his teacher, his aunt Kathy, his mother's hot sister, of his sexual fantasy of Scarlet Johansson or Katy Perry masturbating him, he'd much rather want his mother to masturbate him.
"I'd love for you to masturbate me, Mom," he said staring down at his cock being held in her hand.
As if telling him that he was in good hands, she gave him a sexy, loving smile.
"I used to enjoy masturbating your father. I used to enjoy watching him cum. Ejaculating a man gave me a sensation of sexual accomplishment, something that I haven't had in a very long time."
'Huh? What? What did she just say? He still didn't believe all that he heard. Did he just hear his mother correctly? Did she just ask him if he wanted her to masturbate him? Did she just as him if he wanted her to relieve some of his stress?'
He couldn't believe how fast having sex with his mother materialized. His dream come true, his sexual fantasy realized, his mother giving him sex was now his reality. He couldn't believe his mother was not only holding his cock in her hand but also was stroking him and masturbating him. His mother was willingly jerking him off and wanting to make him cum.
'Fuck me. I don't believe this,' he said to himself.
"God, yes, Mom," he said again in case she didn't hear him the first time. "I'd love for you to masturbate me. I'd love for you to relieve some of my stress," he said trying to control his sexual, incestuous excitement.
* * * * *
Yet, even then with her masturbating him, he wanted more. Instead of just masturbating him, he'd rather she'd suck him. Instead of just sucking him, he'd rather she'd fuck him. Making herself more comfortable, she turned to lay on her back. Then, continuing to shock him, she said something that he'd never forget for the rest of his life.
"Touch me Michael," she said spreading her legs. "Rub my clit and finger my pussy. I want to you to masturbate me too. I want you to relieve some of my stress too. I want to cum too," she said pausing to look at him in the darkness.
Even though the room was dark, with the light that emanated from the partially open door of bathroom, he could see her face. With her biting her lip, she looked nervous. With her nipples at full erection and her quivering against him, she appeared sexually excited. He couldn't believe his mother was as sexually aroused as he was. He couldn't believe his mother was masturbating him. He couldn't believe his mother wanted him to masturbate her too.
Directing his fingers where to touch her, she took his hand in hers and moved it to her pussy. Chills took hold of his body as soon as his fingers touched his mother's pubic hair and then her pussy. She placed her fingers on his fingers while rubbing her clit and allowing him to finger her wet pussy. He couldn't believe the palm of his hand was touching his mother's brown, pubic hair. He couldn't believe his fingers were rubbing his mother's clit and were fingering her pussy.
She was so wet. She was so very wet. He couldn't believe how wet she was. He couldn't believe he was finger fucking his mother's cunt.
'Oh, my God,' he thought to himself. 'In the way of Charles Dickens A Tale of Two Cities, this is the worst day in my life after losing the house but this is the best day of my life after winning my mother.'
Obviously, just as he wanted to have sex with his mother, she wanted to have sex with him too. Something more unbelievable than just being in bed naked with his naked mother, was that she wanted him to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her while he dry humped her. Something even more unbelievable than all of that was that his mother was touching him sexually, stroking him, and masturbating him. Something even more unbelievable than her masturbating him was that his mother wanted him not only to finger her nipples but also she wanted him to masturbate her too. His mother wanted him to relieve her stress too. Just as he wanted his mother to ejaculate him, his mother wanted him to make her cum too.
'God, my life can't get any better than this.'
"Oh, Mom, I love you so much," he said.
She leaned her body up to whisper her forbidden words in his ear. If he wasn't wide awake, he would have thought that he had dreamt what she said to him next.
"If you make me cum," she said with a pause to look him in the eyes. "I'll suck you," she said breaking eye contact to kiss, lick, and blow in his ear while touching his lip with her finger in the way that he should be touching her lip with his finger. "If you give me an orgasm with your fingers, I'll give you an orgasm with my mouth."
'Oh, my God,' he thought to himself again.
His mother just offered to suck him. If he makes his mother cum, she'd blow him. His mother will willingly suck his prick. Playing it cool, he tried to respond without showing her just how sexually excited he was that his mother just offered to suck him. He'd love nothing more than to put a gentle hand behind his mother's pretty head while humping her mouth and fucking her face.
"I'd love for you to suck me, Mom," he said.
Continuing to sexually tease him, she whispered her words in his ear while licking and blowing in his ear. Continuing to incestuously entice him, while he masturbated her, she continued licking and blowing in his ear while slowly stroking his cock.
"Tell me," she said teasing him while running a slow finger of the head of his erect prick and continuing to blow in his ear. "Would you like to cum in my mouth?"
She ran a slow finger across his lips. When he did the same to her, she took his finger in her mouth and sucked it as if she was already sucking his cock.
"God yes," he said.
She ejected her finger to show him her open mouth and her tongue.
"Would you like me to swallow you?"
He looked at her with incestuous lust.
"God yes," he said again.
She directed his fingers with her fingers. Showing him where and how to touch her, he was rubbing his mother's clit while fingering her pussy. He couldn't believe he was touching her in such an incestuous way. He couldn't believe she was allowing him to rub her clit and finger her pussy. She was wet, so very wet and wetter than any woman he's ever touched has ever been. Yet, instead of fingering her and masturbating her, unable to control himself and stop himself from doing so, he mounted her.
In the way that he had mounted so many other women he had picked up in bars and in clubs in the past, he mounted his mother. With his erect cock positioned in between her legs, Michael mounted his mother. With them against the world, further bonding their mother and son relationship with incestuous sex, he needed to make love to his mother. He needed her to sexually feel how much he loved her. He needed to sexually feel how much she loved him. He needed to feel himself inside of her.
As soon as he mounted his mother, she reached her hand down, grabbed hold of his stiff prick, and inserted his erect cock in her pussy. With just a gentle hump, as if giving him reverse birth, he felt her warm wetness. With just another gentle hump, a sacred place where he was forbidden to go and where no son should ever go, he was fully inside of his mother's pussy. Finally, his hard, erect cock was inside of his mother's warm, wet pussy. Finally, he was making love to his mother.
"Make love to me, Michael," she said.
Being the obedient son that he was, humping her harder and humping her faster, he was making sweet love to his mother. His cock was inserted so deep in his mother's cunt that he could feel it hitting against something. As if it was the normal and the right thing to do, they kissed and kissed while making love. The first time kissing her, they finally kissed. They French kissed. Kissing and kissing her, his sexual dreams come true, he was making out with his mother while humping and humping her. He couldn't believe he was making out with his mother. He couldn't believe he was making love to his mother.
"Oh, Mom," he said.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his lower back.
"Fuck me, Michael. Fuck me," she said.
She pulled her closer to him for his cock to slide deeper inside of her.
"Oh, God, Mom," was all that he could utter.
The harder and faster he humped her, the deeper his cock traveled inside of her. Throwing all caution to the wind, they made out as if they were indeed lovers instead of mother and son. Kissing and kissing while making love, they didn't stop kissing until Michael started fucking his mother, really pounding his mother's pussy. Humping her harder and humping her faster, he fucked his mother in the way he had never fucked any woman before. Humping her harder and humping her faster, ready to blow his load inside of his mother, while inherently knowing that he shouldn't ejaculate inside of her, he stopped himself from cumming inside of her his mother's pussy.
"Don't cum inside of me, Michael. I can still get pregnant," she said to reinforce his already made decision not to cum in his mother. "Okay?"
He gazed in her big, green, beautiful eyes while giving her a light peck on the lips.
"Okay," he said.
As if she wanted him to cum inside of her and as if she wanted him to give her a baby, she gave him a nervous smile. Her nervous smile suddenly made him feel that he was doing something so wrong and that was expressly forbidden by the law and by the church. Yet, he didn't care. He was in love with his mother and obviously she was in love with him.
He didn't understand what was wrong with the love felt between a mother and her son. Besides, what they did behind a closed, motel room door was no one's business. Moreover, unable to think clearly now, all he could think about was giving his mother an orgasm so that she'd suck him. Instead of cumming in his mother's pussy now all that he could think about was cumming in his mother's mouth and her swallowing his cum.
"The last thing we need now is for you to give me a baby," she said with a laugh. "We can barely support ourselves now. When you're ready to cum, pull out and I'll suck you," she said. "When you're ready to cum, you may cum in my mouth."
She stared at him and he stared at her. It didn't take him much longer to be ready.
"I'm ready Mom," he said.
She humped him again and again before having him pull out of her.
"Oh my God, Michael, you're going to make me cum. I'm ready too," she said pushing on his ass for his cock to slide in her deeper just one more time.
Breathing heavily in his ear while stiffening her legs and arching her back, she had a silent orgasm.
"I love you, Mom," he said again.
Wishing he could stay inside of her longer, wishing he could hump her harder, faster, and cum inside of her, afraid he ejaculate in his mother's pussy, he move from on top of her to fall beside her.
"I love you too, Michael," said Jennifer giving her son a deep, wet kiss.
She looked at him while touching the side of his face.
"That was great," he said ready for his mother to blow him.
She ran her hand down his chest and to his still erect prick. His sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe he made love to his mother before fucking his mother.
"Oh, Michael. If I was home, I'd scream but I don't want anyone to know we had sex," she said kissing him and kissing him. "You gave me an orgasm, my first orgasm during intercourse. It's been a long time since a man gave me an orgasm. Normally the only way I get off is if someone plays with my clit while eating me," she said moving him off of her.
She gave him a long, sexy look while stroking his penis.
"I love you, Mom.
She moved up to him to whisper her words in his ear.
"I love you too Michael," she said pausing to take his cock in her hand again. She ran her finger across the head of his cock and stroked for a minute him to make him harder. "Now, may I suck you now?"
She slowly stroked him while waiting for him to respond.
"Yes," he said.
Continuing to tease him, she asked him her next question.
"Just so there's no misunderstanding," she said with a laugh. "Would you like for me to blow you?"
He laughed with her.
"Yes. God yes, Mom," he said. "Please blow me."
Continuing to tease him.
"Just one more question," she said teasing him. "Would you like to cum in my mouth?"
He looked at her with sexual excitement.
"Oh, God yes, Mom. I'd love to cum in your mouth," he said sliding a slow finger across her full lips before kissing her and parting her lips with his tongue. "I need to cum in your mouth."
She slid her body down the bed and took his cock in her hand before taking his stiff prick in her mouth. Kissing and kissing his cock, she played with the head of his cock with her warm, wet tongue. He stared down at his mother with his brown eyes while she stared up at him with her green eyes. His mother was blowing him. He couldn't believe his mother was blowing him. With her looking up at him with his hard, hairy prick buried in her mouth, she gave him an image he'd never forget.He couldn't believe his mother was licking and sucking all of her vaginal secrets from his cock. He couldn't believe his mother had his prick in her mouth. He couldn't believe his mother was sucking him. Stroking him with one hand, she cupped his testicles with her other. In total shock, he couldn't believe his mother had his prick in her hand and in her mouth.
In total incestuous love and lust with his mother, he couldn't believe his mother was sucking him. He put a gentle hand to the back of her head and humped her mouth while fucking her face. He felt her tits and fingered her nipples while she stroked him harder and faster while sucking his cock deeper. She looked up at him while he looked down at her. It sexually excited him even more to see his cock in his mother's mouth.
She stroked him hard and stroked him faster while sucking him deeper. Then, as if he was cumming in Debbie's, Linda's, Audrey's, Helen's, Christine's, Heather's, Tiffany's, or Rebecca's mouth, women he had dated in the past and who had blown him, he exploded a full load of cum in his mother's mouth. True to her word, instead of spitting out his cum in a tissue, she swallowed his cum. His mother not only blew him but she allowed him to cum in her mouth and swallowed his cum.
Angelo Mozilo of Countrywide Bank helps Jennifer and Michael buy a house.
The next day, November 1st, other than the fact that they were living in a motel room instead of their home, was like any other day. As if they were a couple on their Honeymoon, they enjoyed the afterglow of sex while reading through the Sunday newspaper. While looking for a place to live, Jennifer looked through the real estate section. She was looking to rent a home instead of an apartment. She saw several homes and a few condos for rent in her budget. Then, as if she was meant to see it, she saw a mansion for sale.
Way out of her price range, she recognized the mansion at first glance. She had seen it many times before when Googling his house. Only, it wasn't just any mansion. It was Angelo Mozilo's mansion, the co-founder and ex-chairman of the board and the ex-chief executive, financial officer of Countrywide Bank.
He was selling his beautiful mansion. She couldn't believe he was selling his beautiful mansion. Only, instead of fleeing the country, living in the Cayman Islands or in Belize, he was moving to Santa Barbara.
She stared at the picture of the mansion while remembering that he bought a new mansion in Santa Barbara. As if she was as stalker stalking him or a fan enamored with him, she read that somewhere. She had been following his moves for some time, ever since he was exposed as one of the prime players in the stock market crash and banking meltdown. Countrywide was her old bank, the bank that gave her the mortgage for her house before Bank of America took over the bank and foreclosed on her house.
'The bastards,' she thought without verbalizing it.
An exclusive area, the mansion was located in Thousand Oaks, California in the Sherwood Country Club Estates. She knew it was his house because she had previously looked up his address on the Internet to write him her plea to stay in her home and not be evicted. Only, she wrote the letter but she didn't mailed the letter because she knew the bank's decision was no longer up to him. Countrywide was now a defunct bank having been bought out by Bank of America.
Interestingly and coincidentally enough, there was an open house tomorrow, Sunday. With the open house giving her inspiration, she had an idea. A long shot, but she had a good feeling about what she was about to do. If nothing else, perhaps what she planned to do would give her some closure. If nothing else, perhaps hoping to meet him in person would make her feel better to give him a piece of her mind and to show him what he and his bank did to good people like her and her son.
With his house not far from where she used to live, she dressed in the best clothes that she had packed and headed out with Michael in the truck. Maybe, if she met with Mr. Mozilo in person, he'd give her more than his sympathy but his help. Maybe there was something that he could do personally to make things right for her and her son. Only, chances are, he wouldn't even be at his own open house. Chances are he'd be on his yacht in Belize counting the money he stole from good, honest, hardworking people or he'd be at his new, bigger, and even more exclusive mansion that he just bought in Santa Barbara.
'God he was such an asshole,' she thought to herself without saying that out loud.
* * * * *
The next day, she enlisted Michael to drive her to the open house. It wasn't just a gated estate, it was an exclusive, private property and part of an entire gated community. They pulled on the property of the Sherwood Country Club Estates feeling as if they were interlopers and invaders who dared intrude on the very rich, the superrich, and the powerful, the super powerful. There was even a guard with a guardhouse and gate. People who entered the property had to sign in on the log. Jennifer had never been on any property where she had to sign a log to gain admittance.
"Hi," he said looking in their truck as if looking for weapons of mass destruction. "What's your business?"
Instead of trying to pass for potential buyers, with them sitting in a beat up, old, pickup truck, they had a better chance of passing as landscapers. The guard looked at them as if they were trying to get in the country illegally or in this instance on the estate under false pretenses. Of course, in their case, that was true. They had no intention of attending the open house. They had no intention of buying Mr. Mozilo's mansion. Jennifer hoped that Angelo Mozilo would be there supervising or giving personal tours of his estate. A longshot but worth a try, armed with her cliché in mind, nothing ventured, nothing gained, she was hoping to get Mr. Mozilo alone to talk to him.
"We're here for the open house. My car, a brand new Jaguar, broke down and my son was kind enough to drive me in his truck," said Jennifer giving the guard a smile.
Not responding to her story that her new Jaguar broke down, the guard ignored her car problems.
"The realtor is already at the house. Stay to the right and follow this road for about mile," he said pointing. "The house is straight ahead. You can't miss it. It's the biggest house in the complex."
The guard called ahead of their arrival and Jennifer gave the guard her best sexy smile, the same sexy smile that she had been giving to her son.
"Are their open house signs with balloons?"
The guard made a face as if he had just swallowed a bug.
"We don't allow signs and/or balloons here lady," he said shaking his head and waving his hand as if it was a mini stop sign.
The guard opened the gate and Michael drove his truck down the road and to the mansion. There were already several cars parked in the lot. One couple was just entering the mansion as another couple was just leaving. It seemed like a decent turnout for a mansion that was selling for an asking price of more than 3 million dollars. Instead of parking their truck, they followed the parking lot to the back of the house. Then, instead of walking up the front stairs to go in the front door, they parked the truck and walked up the back stairs to enter through the rear entrance.
* * * * *
Jennifer read online that Mr. Mozilo and his wife Phyllis were selling their 6,200 square foot, five bedroom and 5 ½ bath house to live permanently in Santa Barbara, California, where he bought a 12,700 square foot estate. Compared to the new house, his old house was cottage like. He could easily fit two of these homes in his new home. Especially at his elderly age, now 77-years-old, he'd need a staff of maids and butlers to maintain the massive home and see to his and his wife's needs. One would think, especially at his advanced age that he'd want to go smaller instead of bigger. Only, Angelo Mozilo was a man with an ego as big as his mansion.
Jennifer couldn't believe her eyes when she walked up the stairs. A longshot, she was right in her intuition to go to the open house. Not expecting to see him, Mr. Mozilo was sitting on his veranda sipping coffee. He looked just like his picture on the internet. As if he was an Arabian king, with his greyish, white hair framing his face, he was so tanned.
"Mr. Mozilo. Hi. I'm Jennifer and this is my son, Michael," she said continuing to scale the steps as if she was scaling a tower to present herself at the sacrificial altar.
Never shy, had she been born a man instead of a woman, with her big brain, confidence, and outgoing personality, she would have been more successful in her career than she was. Only, it was a man's world and all the players who ruined the economy were men, old, white men. All the players who brought Wall Street, the banks, and the insurance companies to their knees were mostly elderly, Caucasian men.
He looked up from the newspaper he was reading to give her a look as if trying to recognize her from somewhere. He stared at her for a long moment before looking away. When he didn't recognize her, he returned his attention to his newspaper again. Instead of giving her welcome, he gave her his discontent.
"You're not allowed back here," he said in the voice that had the practiced tone of a banker denying her a loan or her opportunity to refinance the house that she no longer owns. "This is my private residence. The open house is on the other side," he said without even looking up at her. "Please leave."
Jennifer continued climbing the rest of the steps until she was standing on his imported, marble tiled veranda.
"We're not here for the open house. I could never afford a house as grand as this," she said looking up at the back of the house that looked just as spectacular as the front of the house and as if she was looking at a palace.
Unable to control herself and to stop herself from doing so, immediately she started to cry and immediately, being the gracious gentleman that he is, he stood to comfort her. Perhaps if Jennifer wasn't so pretty and so sexy, he would have asked them to leave. Instead, he offered her a chair.
"There, there, now. There, there. Sit, have a seat. Relax. It's a beautiful day," he said patting her shoulder. "Allow me to give you something to drink or eat. What would you like? James," he said calling his butler.