Now instead of just leaving her hand stationary on top of his prick, wrapping her fingers around him, she held his cock as if she was holding the handle while riding a streetcar. Immediately his prick grew harder and it didn't take him very long to have a full erection. Now, even if he wanted to, he couldn't stop his cock from throbbing and pulsating while in his mother's hand. Every time his cock throbbed and pulsated, it grew longer, wider, and harder.
So wanting to slowly hump his mother's hand, first getting an erection over feeling his mother's breast and now with his mother holding his naked erection in her hand, he couldn't wait to masturbate. Then, it happened. As if his stiff prick had a mind of its own, as if it was about to explode with cum, his cock grew harder than it's ever been before.
He needed to leave. He needed to go back to his own room. Before something terrible happened that they'd both regret in the morning, he had to stop this incestuous sex before he no longer could. As if she wasn't his mother but some woman he brought home for the night, there was just no way that he could have incestuous sex with his mother again without falling in love with her.
In the way that his hand was on her naked breast before, his mother's hand was on his naked cock now. In the way he stuck his hand inside his mother's nightgown to hold her naked breast in his hand, he wished his mother would wrap her fingers around his prick and hold his naked cock in her hand. He wished his cock would throb and pulsate against her hand so that she'd take the hint and wrap her fingers around his stiff prick. Giving her a reason to stroke him and masturbate him, he wished she'd take the hint of him not only being sexually excited but also being horny and sexually frustrated.
If his cock did throb and pulsate, he wondered if she'd move her hand away when his naked cock came in contact with her hand. Or he wondered if she'd leave her hand there to continue to touch him before holding and fondling his big prick in the way that he touched, held, and fondled her big tit. He'd love nothing more than for her to hold his erect prick in her warm hand. He'd love nothing more than for her to wrap her fingers around him and stroke him in the way he so wanted to rub her clit and finger her pussy. He'd love nothing more than for his mother to masturbate him in the way he so wanted to masturbate her.
Maybe, if she was sleeping, instead of moving her hand away from his cock, she'd wrap her fingers around his big prick instead. An involuntary move on her behalf, his cock throbbed and pulsated by the mere warmth and touch of her soft, motherly hand. Then, when she didn't move her hand away, wanting and needing more sexual stimulation, he voluntarily throbbed and pulsated his cock as if he was having sex with her hand.
"Mom," he said.
He didn't need to say anymore for her to know his meaning.
"Oh don't be such a prude Michael. This is how I slept with your father. It isn't like I'm giving you a hand job," she said. "He always held my breast and played with my pubic hair when we faced one way and I held his cock when we faced the other way. Holding your penis in my hand gives me comfort," she said. "It's just my hand Michael. It isn't as if I have your cock in my mouth or in my pussy."
'Just her hand?'
Giving him one image, she gave him two more images. He imagined his stiff prick in her mouth. He imagined her staring up at him with her big, green eyes, while his hard, hairy cock was buried in her mouth. He imagined mounting his mother and his mother reaching down to place his cock by her wet cunt. Then, humping her and with her humping him, he imagined being inside of his mother again. He imagined making love to his mother before fucking his mother.
He wondered what else she'd say was okay to do because she did that with his father. Would it be okay for her to give him a hand job in the way she did seven, long weeks ago? Would it be okay for her to give him a blowjob in the way she did seven, long weeks ago? Would it be okay for him to cum in her mouth and to watch her swallow his cum? Would it be okay for him to lick her pussy while fingering her pussy? Would it be okay for him to give her an orgasm with his fingers, his mouth, and with his cock? Would it be okay for her to make love to him before fucking him, really fucking him hard in the way that he fucked her really hard while pounding her pussy Halloween night?
Now instead of just leaving her hand stationary on top of his prick, wrapping her fingers around him, she held his cock as if she was holding the handle while riding a streetcar. Immediately his prick grew harder and it didn't take him very long to have a full erection. Now, even if he wanted to, he couldn't stop his cock from throbbing and pulsating while in his mother's hand. Every time his cock throbbed and pulsated, it grew longer, wider, and harder.
So wanting to slowly hump his mother's hand, first getting an erection over feeling his mother's breast and now with his mother holding his naked erection in her hand, he couldn't wait to masturbate. Then, it happened. As if his stiff prick had a mind of its own, as if it was about to explode with cum, his cock grew harder than it's ever been before.
He needed to leave. He needed to go back to his own room. Before something terrible happened that they'd both regret in the morning, he had to stop this incestuous sex before he no longer could. As if she wasn't his mother but some woman he brought home for the night, there was just no way that he could have incestuous sex with his mother again without falling in love with her.
* * * * *
"Maybe I should go to my room now Mom," he said knowing his big prick was ready to prematurely ejaculate.
Besides, he needed to masturbate himself. He needed to cum. If they weren't going to have sex, he needed to stroke himself while thinking about being in bed naked with his naked mother and having sex with her.
"Please don't go Michael. Not yet," she said releasing her hold on his stiff prick to take hold of his hand. She looked up at him with sad, lonely eyes. "I need you. I don't want to be alone. Not tonight, on Christmas Eve." She looked at her nightstand clock. "It's nearly Christmas. We should be together for Christmas if only sleeping in the same bed," she said looking up at him with a pitiful puppy dog look that he couldn't resist.
In the way that he needed her, his mother needed him. She looked at him as if she was so lonely. She looked at him as if she was so horny, as horny as he was. She looked at him as if she was sexually frustrated, as sexually frustrated as he was. She looked at him as if she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.
How could he leave her? What son would leave his mother in her time of physical, emotional, and sexual need? This was it. This was the turning point in their forbidden, sexual relationship. It was one thing to have sex with his mother in their old live while living in a seedy motel in California, but it was another thing to have sex with his mother in their new life when living in their new home. Destined to be with her forever, he couldn't leave her.
Their relationship wasn't just about incestuous sex anymore. Their incestuous relationship had morphed into something else, something higher, and something more beautiful. Their relationship was more about love. No longer incestuous, their relationship wasn't about what a mother sexually feels for her son and what a son sexually feels for his mother. Their relationship was about real love, the love felt between a man and a woman, a boyfriend and girlfriend, or a husband and wife. Just as she was no longer her mother and he was no longer her son, they were lovers.
"Mom," he said again.
She reached out her hand to grab a handful of his erect prick again. Pulling him back in bed by his penis, as if grabbing for a tool to do a job that she needed done, he couldn't believe his mother grabbed his naked cock again. Every time she touched his prick was like the first time she touched his prick. With her grip even tighter around his cock than it was before, he moved back in bed beside her before she pulled off his cock.
She stared at his erect prick as if seeing it for the first time. She stared at his erect prick in the way that he stared at her naked body when she stripped naked in the motel. She stared at his naked prick as if she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. She stared at his erect prick as if she was as hungry for his cock as he was hungry for her pussy.
"Did I do that?"
He looked down to wear she was staring. She was staring at his cock. His mother was staring at his cock. Even though she had stared at his cock plenty of times before, he couldn't believe she was staring at his cock again now. Every time she looked at his cock, leered at his prick, and ogled his dick, sexually aroused him as if she was seeing his penis for the first time.
'Duh,' he wanted to say but didn't.
Too sexually excited to speak, it was then that he realized that she was sexually teasing him and incestuously enticing him. It was then that he realized that they were going to have sex. If it wasn't enough that his mother was in bed with him nearly naked with a see-through nightgown, he was on the same page now. Needing to be hit with a baseball bat to see the subtle sexual signs that women give men, men are such dopes to miss the clues. He was such a dope not to see his mother had planned to have sex with him tonight all along.
She let go of his engorged prick to look down at his engorged prick. In the way she teased him before when she grabbed his cock in the motel room, she was teasing him now. As if they were already lovers, and they were, as if they were boyfriend and girlfriend or husband and wife instead of mother and son, she giggled her whisper in his ear.
"Did I arouse you sexually by just putting my hand on your naked penis?"
She stared up at him while waiting for his answer. Seemingly unable to stop herself from touching him in the way that he was unable to stop himself from touching her, she took hold of his cock again in her hand. Holding his cock as if squeezing a full tube of toothpaste with the cap on, she held his erection tighter in her hand than she ever did before. Her lustful desire for him was transfer from her to him through her hand and through his cock.
"Yes. I mean no. Holding your breast and touching your pubic hair, while dry humping you, did that too," he said with a little laugh. "Mom, I'm so sorry, but I can't help myself from holding you, touching you, and feeling you," he said. "I'm so embarrassed. We shouldn't be doing this. This is wrong. This is so wrong."
Not believing what he said for a second, his apology wasn't sincere. Even though he said they shouldn't be doing this, even though he said this is wrong, so wrong, he couldn't stop himself from having sex with his mother because it felt so right. With her tightly gripping his prick in her hand, he so wanted to move his hips back and forth for her to give him a forced hand job.
Sorry that he said they shouldn't be doing what they were doing while in bed naked together and that what they were doing was wrong, he was glad he said what he said. With him throwing her under the bus, now the onus was off of him and place upon her. Now, with him showing his reluctance, albeit feigned reluctance, to having an incestuous, sexual relationship with his mother, the onus was on her to continue down this road of lunacy and sexual debauchery.
"Sorry? Embarrassed?" She laughed her musical laugh. "It's okay Michael. You have nothing to be sorry or embarrassed about. Don't be sorry and don't be embarrassed. Your cock isn't the first cock that I've held in my hand," she said. "And I'm sure your cock won't be the last cock that I hold in my hand," she said with a wicked laugh. "Hardly a virgin, I was married once," she said with a laugh.
She looked at him with sexual excitement while he looked at her with incestuous lust.
"Mom," he said embarrassed that his mother was seemingly ready to tell him about her sexual exploits with other men.
Yet, relieved and disappointed at the same time, instead of talking about her sexual exploits with other men, she talked about their sexual exploits before briefly confessing what she sexually did with his father.
"Besides, I've already done more than just hold your cock before," she said with a dirty laugh. "I stroked your prick," she said moving her hand back and forth as if she was giving him a hand job. "I sucked your prick," she said moving her cheek in and out with her tongue while moving her hand back and forth in front of her mouth. "And I fucked your prick," she said moving her hips in and out as if she was in bed fucking him.
After using her body language to give him sexually, explicit images of all that they've sexually done together, she looked at him looking at her.
"Mom," he said was all that he could say.
He looked at her looking at him.
"I've been holding your father's prick in my hand and giving him regular hand jobs and blowjobs since my Prom," she said with another giggle before giving him a sad look. "He was the only man I had sex with until I had sex with you."
His mother was a virgin when she met his father. He was surprised that she was a virgin. With her not so innocent now, she must have been so innocent then. For some reason, perhaps in the aggressive sexual way that she acts, he thought there were other men in his mother's life before his father.
"Sorry Mom," he said again suddenly feeling guilty that he turned his mother from being a morally modest woman to being an incestuous whore.
She made a sour face at him.
"Now, as if you've opened my sexual floodgates, I'm not embarrassed to tell you that I've been thinking about having sex with other men," she said. She looked at him as if to see what his reaction would be to her personal, private, sexual confession. "Now that I've seen your cock, held your cock, sucked your cock, and fucked your cock, as if I'm a wicked whore, I've been preoccupied with the thought of cocks. With my only other comparison being your father's prick, I'm curious about seeing, touching, feeling, and having sex with other men's pricks."
Michael looked at his mother with shock.
'Not another man, not one man, but other men's pricks?'
He wondered how many other men's pricks his mother would need to satisfy her sexual curiosity of seeing, touching, feeling, and having sex with other men. Well, he did it. It was all his fault. He had turned his mother into not just an incestuous whore wanting to have sex with him but into a regular whore in wanting to have sex with other men.
Having never heard his mother talk in such a sexual way, it excited him when she repeated the word cock. Instead of making him possessively jealous, it sexually excited him that his mother was thinking about having sex with other men. Which men? Her friends? Her neighbors? Strangers? Men she saw at the mall? Men she picked up in a bar? Men she met online?
Following her lead, hoping she'd give him some, hot pillow talk about her sexual life, he pumped and pried her for sexual information. He was ready to hear more. He was ready to learn things about his mother that he never knew before. Seemingly, his mother was just like any other woman. She had wants, needs, desires, and even sexual secrets. Just in case she wanted to masturbate him while giving him hot, pillow talk, he turned to face her. Just in case she wanted to suck him before fucking him, he moved to lay on his back to give her hand and mouth better access to his cock.
"I can't even imagine you giving Dad a hand job and/or a blowjob," he said prodding her for more sexual information about her past while hoping that she'd give him a hand job and/or a blowjob too. He looked at him with as much curiosity now as she looked at him with curiosity before. "Just wondering, did you just hold Dad's cock while stroking him or did you fondle the head of his prick while moving your hand back and forth."
Thinking that he was being coy in his sexual seduction of his mother, seemingly he was so transparent in what he hoped to receive from his mother. She looked at him and gave him a sexy smile before reaching her hand down to fondle the head of his cock with her fingertips. Then, she slowly started stroking him.
"Is that what you'd like for me to do? Would you like me to fondle the head of your prick with my fingertips while stroking your cock? Would you like me to masturbate you?"
She lifted her head off her pillow to look at him again but he didn't turn to look at her. When he didn't look at her, she stared down at his cock. Feeling awkwardly embarrassed that he wanted his mother in an incestuously sexual way, nonetheless, wishing that she'd masturbate him and /or blow him, he felt so perversely perverted. Never thinking badly of his mother, not thinking that she was a woman with sexual wants, needs, and desires, he shouldered all the blame of turning his mother into an incestuous whore.
Yet, even when they were having sex in that motel room in California, never had he so openly talked to his mother about sex as he was now in their house in Massachusetts. Talking about sex with his mother was nearly as sexually exciting as having sex with his mother. Feeling as if there was nothing that he couldn't say or ask his mother, he felt free. He suddenly felt unencumbered by guilty. Now he viewed Jennifer more as his lover, his girlfriend, or even his wife than he did his mother.
"Yeah, actually I do want you to give me a hand job but I don't know if we should do that," he said already regretting saying that she shouldn't give him a hand job.
He needed to play his part and play his game so that his mother wouldn't think he was a pervert. It was one thing for him to have incestuous sex with his mother but it was quite another thing for her to think that he was perverted. Just as he couldn't think of his mother as being a whore, he didn't want her to think him a pervert or perverted. Just as he could never think badly of his mother, the last think he wanted was for his mother to think badly of him.
For all of the things he was sexually thinking about doing and wanting to do with his mother, he needed her to trust his judgment and for her not to think that his judgment was clouded by incest and incestuous thoughts. He needed for her to know that his thoughts weren't twisted by sexual perversions for his mother. Now that he was about to have sex with his mother again, he thought of all of the sexual things that his father wanted to do with his mother. Now that she confessed that she's curious about other men's cocks, he thought of all the sexual things that she refused to do then but that she may be ready to do now.
He thought about flashing his underwear clad, topless, and naked mother to other men. He thought about them participating in the swinging lifestyle. He thought about her having sex with other men while he watched. He thought about him having sex with other women while she watched. He thought about them having threesomes and foursomes. He imagined her serving his friends drinks topless and/or naked while they played poker. In the way she refused to do with his father before, maybe she'd be more ready to do with her son now. What she wasn't ready for then, she was obviously ready to do now.
* * * * *
He watched her staring at his naked prick in the way that he was staring at her naked breasts that were totally hanging out and exposed from her nightgown. After she confessed that she had been thinking of other men's' cocks, seemingly, in the way that he was enamored with breasts, especially with her breasts, she was suddenly enamored with not just his prick but also with other men's pricks too. Even when they were having sex in the motel, never had his mother stared at his prick while touching his prick as much as she was staring at it and touching it now. Suddenly and seemingly, she was as hungry for his cock as he was hungry for her pussy. Suddenly and seemingly, she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.
"I had a sexual life before you came along Michael and after you were born," she said with a little laugh while slowly running her fingers over the head of his erection. "After you voiced your reluctance, saying we shouldn't be doing this and that this is wrong, are you okay with me holding your penis and touching your penis in this sexually, incestuous way? Tell me now because if we're going to go through with his again, having sex, it must be consensual," she said without removing her hand.
While staring at his cock, she fingered the head of his cock. While continuing to stare at his cock, she teased him with her gentle, motherly touches. Then, she excited him even more by cupping his testicles in her hand before sliding a slow hand all the way up his erect penis.
"Yes," he said in a sexually excited whisper. How could he say otherwise? She was driving him sexually mad with incestuous desire for her. "I'm okay with you holding me and touching me in a sexually, incestuous way. I'm okay with having sex with you, Mother. I want to have sex with you," he said kissing her.
Only, he wished instead of only holding his cock, fondling his prick, and cupping his testicles in her hand that she'd stroke him. Horny before and with his mother making him even hornier now, he wished she'd give him a motherly hand job and/or a motherly blowjob in the way that she gave his father a wifely hand job and a wifely blowjob. He'd love nothing more than to stare down at his mother looking up at him with her big, green eyes, with his hard, hairy cock in her mouth.
"You have such a beautiful prick Michael and I promise not to stroke you," she said pausing to look at him through the darkness of her bedroom, "that is, unless you ask me to do that. Okay?"
She said what he was thinking again as if picking up on his thoughts again. Teasing him again, she was playing her game of reluctance now. Giving him a taste of his own medicine, she was putting the onus of them having sex back on him.
'It's okay if you stroke me and give me a hand job,' he thought and wanted to say but didn't.
He wanted this to be her sexual seduction and not his. Yet, obviously, his mother was willing to share the blame, the guilt, and the remorse of their forbidden, sexual relationship. Obviously with her wanting him to make the first move, this was his cue to tell her that it was okay for her to stroke him and/or to suck him if she had a mind to do that. Only, he needed to tell her that before she'd do any of that.
"Okay," he said wishing he had the balls to ask her to suck him. Instead of having her masturbate him and have him cum all over her hand, he'd much rather have her suck him and cum in her mouth. "Yes, I'd like for you to stroke me, Mom. I'd like for you to masturbate me, Mom," he said when he really wanted to say, I'd like for you to suck me.
Whether by her hand, her mouth, or her pussy, he'd love to cum for his mother. He'd love to see the look on her face when he ejaculated his load of cum for her and because of her. Thinking about putting his hand on her hand to hump her hand, with the help of his mother and with the help of his mother's hand, he could give himself a reluctant hand job. Only with his mother willing and ready to masturbate him, he didn't need to do that. Knowing full well what he was doing, he knew she'd leave her hand there while he was humping her hand.
A sexual fantasy come true, if he wanted to she'd give him a motherly hand job. If he wanted to, she'd allow him to cum all over her hand. The best Christmas gift he could ever want, he'd love to cum all over his mother's hand. He'd love to see his mother's hand coated with is cum.
An even better Christmas gift than that, he'd love to cum in his mother's mouth. He'd love for his mother to blow him again. He'd love to put a gentle hand behind her brunette, pretty head and hump her mouth while fucking her face. He'd love to feel and fondle her naked breasts and finger her erect nipples while she sucked his prick. He'd love to feel that overwhelming sexual and incestuous release of cumming in his mother's willing mouth.
The trifecta of Christmas gifts, he'd love to cum all over his mother's hand, in her mouth, and inside of her pussy. Only, he wouldn't want to get her pregnant. Giving her a child would ruin everything. Nonetheless, being careful not to cum inside of her, he desperately wanted to make love to his mother again.
Kissing and kissing her, French kissing her, he wanted to make out with his mother while on top of her and humping her. Then, rolling her over and mounting her, humping her faster, harder, and deeper, he'd love to fuck his mother again. He'd love nothing more than to pound her pussy. He'd love nothing more than to give her an orgasm with his cock.
"You have a very big cock Michael, much bigger than your father's cock," she said in a whisper while squeezing his prick and while staring down at his prick. "It's very hard, much harder than your father's cock because of his drinking. He had trouble getting an erection sometimes."
He looked down at his cock with her before staring up at her green eyes.
"Really? I do? My cock is bigger than Dad's?"
She smiled.
"Yes. Trust me. You do," she said. "Longer and wider, your prick is much bigger than your father's prick."
He returned her smile with his smile.
"Thank you, I think," he said with a laugh. "Not an image I'd like to have, I'm a little embarrassed that you're holding my prick while telling me that I have a bigger and harder cock than my father's cock," he said.
She looked at him to give him a naughty smile.
"And you weren't embarrassed playing with my pubic hair while feeling and fondling my breast, were you and while wishing you were rubbing my clit and fingering my pussy?" She paused while waiting for him to answer and when he didn't, she continued. "Tell me, I want to know."
She looked at him looking at her.
"No," he said. "Wanting to masturbate you, I, um, was too sexually excited to be embarrassed."
He looked at her looking at him.
"Tell me. I want to know. Were you embarrassed seeing me in my bra and panty in the motel? Were you embarrassed seeing me topless? Weren't you embarrassed seeing me naked? Were you embarrassed licking me, making love to me, and then fucking me? If you were embarrassed by any and/or all of those things, you didn't show it," she said with a laugh.
He looked at her with his mouth open.
"Mom." If she wasn't his mother, he'd already be having sex with her. Then, instead of remaining quiet and keeping his thoughts to himself, he said what he was thinking. "If you weren't my mother, I'd be already having sex with you instead of just talking about having sex with you."
She gave him a naughty look and a sexy smile.
"Okay," she said looking up at him. "I can play that game. Tell me," she said letting go of his prick to lay on her back before leaning up on her elbow. "What if I weren't your mother, what would you do to me right now that we're in bed together?"
Again saying what he was thinking, with the both of them so very connected and with the both of them now on the same incestuous page, it was as if she could read his mind.
"God, Mom, I'm embarrassed to say," he said.
He looked at her with sexual excitement while she looked at him with curiosity.
"Jennifer. Call me Jennifer," she said. "Tell me. I'd like to know, she said ever so slowly stroking his cock. "Tell me all that you'd do to me if I wasn't your mother."
She returned his embarrassed look with a sexy smile and her naughtiest of looks.
"I'd kiss you. I'd really kiss you. I'd French kiss you. I'd make out with you while touching and feeling you everywhere," he said. "I love French kissing you and feeling your tongue in my mouth."
She closed her eyes and puckered her lips.
"Go ahead and kiss me. French kiss me while touching me and feeling me everywhere. I want to feel your lips on mine and your tongue in my mouth," she said. "I like kissing you too."
Michael turned more towards his mother and leaning into her, he kissed her. Touching her breasts while feeling her ass, he stuck his horny hand between his mother's legs to cup her wet pussy. As soon as his lips touched her, returning his kiss with her kiss, she French kissed him. She gave him the deepest, wettest, and most sexually arousing French kiss he had ever had.
"Wow," he said dizzy with incestuous delight.
She looked at him and smiled.
"Then what? Tell me," she said breaking off the kiss to give him a sexy look. "What else would you do to me and my naked body if I wasn't your mother?"
He paused to stare down at her tits. With her nipples erect, it was obvious that she was just as sexually aroused as he was.
"I'd French kiss you while touching you, feeling you, licking you, and sucking you everywhere before making love to you," he said getting aroused by all of the imagery of having sex with his mother. "Then, after giving you an orgasm with my mouth and fingers, I'd fuck you. I'd pound your pussy until I gave you an orgasm with my cock."
He gave her his look of incestuous lust.
"Oh, my," she said giving him a sexy look. "With me always feeling so horny and sexually frustrated, I'd quite like for you to give me multiple orgasms," she said with a dirty laugh.
She returned his look of incestuous lust with her look of incestuous lust. As if they were both thinking about what he had just said and as if they were both thinking that same thing, they remained quiet. Mother and son were about to have sex again. Only, instead of trying to remain quiet while in a public motel, now they could scream their heads off in orgasmic pleasure and no one would hear them.
* * * * *
"Even before I married your father, I've never had a cock in my hand, in my mouth, and in my pussy. With you only my second lover, you cock is the biggest and the hardest cock I've ever felt," she said.
Michael looked at his mother with more insight to her moral background.
"So, you were a virgin?"
She nodded her head.
"Virgins weren't as uncommon as they are now," she said.
He nodded his head in the way that his mother nodded her head.
"Today, no one is a virgin," he said with a laugh.
She sighed a soulful sigh.
"One of the reasons why we parted was because your father wanted me to have sex with other men. He wanted to participate in the swinging lifestyle," she said with sadness. "Now that you've opened my eyes to what I've missed, I wished I had done some of the sexual things he wanted me to do. I wish I would have allowed him to flash my body to his friends and even to participate in the swinging lifestyle with him. I would have liked to know what it was like to have sex with someone else other than him," she said looking at him more embarrassed than sexually excited.
She looked at him with shame and embarrassment.
"Wow," he said. "I can't imagine you as a swinger Mom."
He looked at her with sexual excitement.
"He was always trying to flash me to his friends. Lifting my skirt to flash my panties or pulling down my tube top or bikini top to flash them my tits, he was more sexually adventurous than I was. I can't say that I didn't enjoy the flashing but after a while, every weekend was the same and I felt as if he was using my body and abusing me. As if sex was a drug, he wanted me to do more and more sexual things. I finally put a stop to his perversity when I refused to serve his friends drinks while topless and/or naked at a poker party. If ever I did that, next he'd want me to have sex with his friends. Next his drunken friends would be forcing me to my knees to suck them or bending me over the poker table to fuck them."
She whispered the limitations of her modest, sexual experiences in his ear while ever so slowly stroking his big prick.
"Wow. I had no idea Dad was like that," he said as sexually excited by his mother's words as he was by her hand and naked body. "I had no idea you were so sexually innocent. I never pegged you for being a virgin when you were married."
Seemingly taking after his father in his sexual lust for his mother and his sexual appetite to do more with her, he thought again all of the things he'd love to do with his mother. In the way that his father did, he'd love to flash her to other men. In the way that his father wanted her to do, he'd love to watch her having sex with other men. Like father like son, he'd even like for her to participate in the swinging lifestyle with him. How cool would that be to have swinging sex with his mother?
"That's why I blame myself. Had I been more willing to do all of the sexual things that he wanted me to do, maybe we still would be together. Maybe we still would be married?"
With his mother still holding his cock in her hand as if she was holding her dildo while pressing her big breasts against him, they remained silent while Jennifer cuddled her son.
"You shouldn't blame yourself Mom. He was wrong to pressure you to sexually do things that you were uncomfortable doing. Flashing your body is one thing but having sex with his friends and participating in the swinging lifestyle is entirely something else," he said.
She gave him a look of curiosity as if she was thinking what he was thinking.
"Something I wouldn't do before, I may do now," she said with a pause, "with you." She looked at him looking at her. "I may be open to having some sexy fun with you. Something I've never done, I may be open to going to a nude beach. I may even be open to participating in the swinging lifestyle as long as you were by my side."
She stopped stroking and fondling him to ask him her question.
"May I see it again?"
Wondering if he heard right and hoping he did, he couldn't believe what his mother just asked.
"Pardon? See what?"
Knowing what she said but needing the time to wrap his brain around showing his mother his stiff prick, he needed to ask her again what she said to make sure that he wasn't mistaken and heard her correctly.
"You penis. May I see your cock?" She laughed a nervous laugh. "I'd like to turn on the light to see my son's big prick."
Michael couldn't believe his mother wanted to see his prick. A dream come true, he's always wanted to flash his mother his prick in the way that he always flashed her to flash him her panties and bra but. Yet, not wanting to offend her, he never had the nerve to expose his cock to her. Yet, what the Hell, with them already having had sex, he didn't understand his false modesty now.
"Sure," he said. "Okay," he said turning to face her.
* * * * *
Not thinking that she'd turn on the light, as if giving him a medical exam, she turned on the bedside light and he squinted until his eyes adjusted to the light. Then, as if removing the wrapping from an expensive Christmas gift, she removed the blanket and sheet from his cock. Immediately his cock jumped to life as if it was on a spring that had been released with the removal of the bedding. His mother was ogling his cock in the way that he ogled her naked body at the motel.
"Wow Michael. You have a beautiful cock," she said staring at his penis in the way that he had always imagined his mother staring at his penis. She sat up in bed and leaned in closer to his engorged prick as if she was about to suck him. "It's so big. Your cock is so much bigger than your father's prick. I can't believe how hard it is," she said taking his erect prick in her hand again.
When she moved forward like that and leaned forward like that, her breasts moved forward with her and her nightgown opened even more to expose the side of her right breast. With much of the material of her nightgown caught beneath her, her nightgown acted as if she were wearing a cape that didn't close all the way around her. She repositioned herself in bed for a better look at his cock and when she did her nipple, her areola, and her entire boob fell out of her nightgown and hung there in plain view before his horny eyes. It was so sexually exciting to see his mother's naked breasts while she stared at his naked cock. He couldn't have dreamt a better scenario.
"Mom," he said looking from her naked breast to her face before staring at her exposed breast again.
She looked down at her breast before looking up at him with an excited smile. Obviously, she knew she was flashing him. Obviously, she was sexually teasing and incestuously enticing him. She gave him a look as if asking him if he liked what he was seeing.
"Oh, Michael, it's only my tits. What's the big deal? You've seen them, touched them, felt them, and sucked them before back in the motel room. These are the same breasts that you sucked on when you were a baby," she said lifting her breast in the palm of her hand as if offering her tit up to him. Then, she unbuttoned the top of her nightgown. "Being that you're showing me your cock, would you like to see my tits?" Before he could answer she withdrew her arms from her nightie, removed her nightgown from her naked body, and tossed her negligee to the end of the bed. "I'll show you my tits. How's that? Would you like that? Would you like to see my tits?"
He stared at her naked breasts before looking up at her and before returning his focus to her breasts again.
"Yes," he said too late, after she had already exposed her naked breasts to him.
Before he could even answer her, exposing both of her naked breasts to him, her nightgown was already off of her naked body. He stared at her exposed breasts as if it was the first time seeing his mother's tits. With her face filled with incestuous, sexual excitement, she looked down at herself before looking up at him with pride and with sexual excitement.
"So what do you think of your old mother's tits? Judging from your erection, I dare say that you like what you're seeing," she said putting his hand on her breast again while wrapping the fingers of her other hand around his cock again. "Judging from your erection, I dare say that you like what you're feeling. Am I correct?"
He stared at his mother's big tits.
"Yes," he said looking from her breasts to look at her before staring at her naked breasts again. "You have beautiful breasts mother."
She rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Jennifer, call me Jennifer. It's weird for you to call me mother when I'm topless and in bed with you with your hand on my tit and my hand around your cock," she said with a laugh.
He smiled at his mother as if she was his girlfriend instead of his mother.
"I love your big tits Jennifer," he said staring down at her big tits before staring at his cock that she continued holding in her hand.
He stared at her naked breasts as if staring at candy through the window of a candy store.
"Go ahead. They won't bite. You can feel my breast, just not the nipples," she said.
He reached out his horny hands to touch her naked breasts and feel her naked breasts.
"Why not the nipples?"
He held her breast in the palm of his hand before running a slow palm across her nipple and before taking her nipple in between her fingers and pulling it forward to make it bigger. She looked down to watch his fingers sexually excite her in a way that no son should ever sexually excite his mother.
"Oh, Michael. Don't do that. Oh, my God," she said with a quiver while feebly protesting him fingering her big, hard, and erect nipples. "Don't you know anything about women?" She put her hand on his hand to temporarily prevent him from fingering her nipples but released his hand when he moved his hand to her other breast and other nipple.
"Why not?"
So wanting to kiss her, so wanting to stick his tongue down his mother's throat, he so wanted to mount her and fuck her as her Merry Christmas gift from him to her in the way he fucked her for Halloween.
"You'll sexually excite me if you touch my nipples like that. You'll make me all wet," she said breathlessly while parting her legs and taking his hand down to her pussy. "See? I'm already wet, so wet."
He didn't know if she was kidding him or if she was serious about him not touching her nipples. He couldn't tell if she was scolding him for fingering her nipples or sexually teasing him so that he'd continue to finger her nipples. He never knew if she was forbidding him from fingering her nipples or enticing him to have his wicked sexual way with not only her tits but also with her nipples too.
"Sorry Mother," he said withdrawing his hand from her breast.
She removed her hand from his cock to separate the lips of her vagina while staring down at her pussy before staring back up at him."Now you've done it. Now look what you did," she said showing him a lot of her glistening, pink pussy. "You made me all wet Michael," she said.
She moved her finger inside of her and removing it to show him her wet finger. She slowly slid her wet finger across his lips. Then, she took his finger in her hand and stuck his finger inside of her.
"Mom," was all he could say staring down at her pussy before staring up at her.
With his lips still wet from her vaginal secretions, she kissed him before licking off what she deposited on his lips with her finger.
"You're such a naughty boy. I swear, if you continue fingering my nipples and fingering my pussy in the way that you're fingering my nipples and my pussy now, I'll have no control over what I do next."
She gave him the naughty look and sexy smile again.
"You won't?" He knew she was teasing him now. "And what would you do Mother if I continue fingering your nipples while fingering your pussy? Tell me," he said playing her game while continuing to finger her pussy and play with her nipples. "I want to know.
Pulling turning, and twisting her nipples with one hand, he fingered her pussy with his other hand. She stared down at his fingers to watch him finger her nipples before looking up at him. Parting her pussy lips to rub her clit more, he inserted his finger further inside of her and when he did, she gasped.
"Oh, God, Michael. I'd suck your cock," she said gasping when he moved his finger deeper inside of her and wiggled his finger as if his finger was a worm burrowing in the ground. "I'd suck your cock until you unloaded your cum in my mouth and then I'd swallow ever drop before licking your big dick clean."
Undaunted by her warnings, encouraged by her cautioning instead, with his hands all over his mother's big tits and his fingers all over her nipples, he was masturbating his mother in the way that she had been masturbating him. Wanting to see her looking up at him with her big, green eyes with his hard, hairy prick in her mouth, he wanted his mother to suck his cock. He wanted to cum in his mother's mouth. He wanted to watch his mother swallow his cum before licking him clean.
Running the risk of sexually exciting his mother, he continued fingering her nipples while rubbing her clit. He continued fingering her nipples against her warning. Pulling them, turning them, and twisting them, he was having his sexy way with her nipples with one hand while rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy with his other hand. He was having his wicked, sexual way with her naked pussy in the way that she was having her wicked, sexual way with his naked cock.
"Stroke me mother," he said. "Stroke my cock before sucking my cock. I need to cum in your mouth," he said whispering in her ear before putting his finger to her full, red lips.
She took his finger in her mouth and sucked it as if she was sucking his big prick.
"Oh, Michael, I swear to God, if you continue fingering my nipples and rubbing my clit like that, I will suck you. I will. I'll suck your cock," she said looking at him looking at her. "It's been a long time since I've had your cock in my mouth. Seven weeks is too long to go without sucking my son. It's been a long time since you ejaculated your cum in my mouth and down my throat."
Playing her game, it was his turn to tease her.
"Jennifer?"
She looked up at him with her big, green eyes.
"What Michael?"
He gave her the sexy smile and naughty look that she usually gives him.
"If you suck my cock, you'll make me so hard and so sexually excited that I'll want to make love to you," he said.
She gasped and her mouth fell open.
"You will?" She gave him a sexy smile. "I'd love for you to make love to me."
He gave her his best cat that ate the canary smile.
"Yes, I will," he said.
She returned his smile with her smile.
"I dare you to make love to me Michael," she said. "I dare you," she said again.
As if accepting her challenge by giving her his challenge, they continued this charade of teasing and enticing.
"And I dare you to suck my cock Jennifer," said Michael. "I dare you," he said. "You've been dared. I double dare you. You've been double dared. Go ahead Jennifer. Suck my cock. And I swear, if you suck my cock even for only just a little bit, I'll eat your pussy and give you an orgasm with my mouth and my fingers before giving you the fucking of your life. If you suck my cock, even for a little bit, I'll give you a third orgasm with my cock."
She stared down at his cock before staring back up at him.
"Oh, Michael, should we be doing this?" As if asking him a rhetorical question, as if she asked him a question that she already knew the answer, she asked him her question as breathlessly and as if talking to herself. "A lonely, vulnerable mother having sex with her handsome, horny son, what has happened to us? Why are we so needy? Why are we so horny? Why are we so sexually frustrated and filled with so much incestuous lust?"
He reached out his hand to touch the side of her face.
"Yes," he said. "We should. It's Christmas and it's the right thing to do. We both need this Mom. We've been through a lot. You need as much love as I do. You need as much companionship as I do. You need as much sexual comfort as I do," he said hoping he wasn't pushing the limits of their incestuous boundaries.
He looked at her waiting for her to give him the go ahead to make love to her before fucking her, really fucking her. Only, she didn't. Instead, she asked him a question. Instead, she asked him what he wanted her to do for him instead of telling him what she'd like him to do for her.
"Is that what you want? You want me to suck you? You want me to look up at you with my big, green eyes with your big, hairy cock buried in my mouth while you fondle my breasts, finger my nipples, and rub my clit? Tell me what you want Michael. Is that what you want?"
He put a gentle hand behind his mother's head.
"Yes," he said. "I'd like you to suck me, Mother."
They both remained quiet while Michael waited for his mother to respond in kind. Then, as if making a deal, she looked up at him.
"You'll have to make me a promise first though?"
He looked at her with curiosity.
"What's that?"
At that point, he'd promise his mother anything for her to suck him.
"You must promise that you won't cum in my mouth. Of course, I want you to cum in my mouth but not now. After you fuck me, I'll suck you and you can cum in my mouth then," she said. "Whatever you do, you mustn't cum in Mommy's pussy either. Okay? I can still get pregnant. You impregnating me with your child would spoil all of our fun," she said as if she had already thought all of this through.
"Okay," he said.
He couldn't wait for his mother to suck him. He imagined her sucking him every night and every morning. He imagined them having sex all day, every day.
"Think of this blowjob as a onetime Christmas gift Michael. Okay? Something that will never, ever happen again. Okay? We mustn't continue to do this. It's wrong. It's forbidden. It's incest," she said.
As if a needle jumped across a record and scratched it for it to play the same bar over and again, her words echoed through his head "We mustn't continue to do this. We mustn't continue to do this. We mustn't continue to do this."
This time, instead of jumping the gun, she waited for him to answer before lowering her head down into his lap.
"Okay," he said watching his mother making herself more comfortable in the bed.
Only, somehow he didn't believe her. Somehow he knew that this wouldn't be a onetime thing. If they had sex before and if they had sex again now, they'd have sex again and again later.
She turned to face him before leaning further down to stroke him and before taking a lick of his cock. Teasing him with her tongue, she licked his big prick while stroking him and while staring up at him with her big, green eyes. Then, as if she was a prostitute he hired for the night or a whore he picked up at a bar to bring home, she took his cock in her mouth. Jennifer was sucking her son and Michael couldn't believe that after his mother had given him a Halloween night blowjob, his mother was giving him a Christmas blowjob too.
'Happy Holidays,' he thought. 'Merry Christmas to me.'
Then, not wanting to break his promise by cumming in her mouth, pulling away from her, he fell between his mother's legs to finger her and eat her pussy. In the way she had been sucking him, he was now licking her. He lashed out his tongue to lick her as if it was the first time licking his mother. More sexually excited to lick her than he had been in licking any other women, he couldn't believe he was eating his mother's cunt again. Licking her and licking her while rubbing her clit and fingering his mother's pussy, he had her squirming around the bed in no time.
"Don't stop Michael. Please don't stop. You're going to make Mommy cum," she said so seductively. "Lick me harder Michael. Lick my pussy. Stick your finger inside of me while you're rubbing my clit with your finger and tongue. Oh, yeah, that's it."
Licking and licking her, Michael continued licking his mother while fingering fucking his mother with the fingers of one hand while reaching up the fingers of his other hand to finger, turn, and twist her big nipples.
"I love licking your pussy, Mom. I love licking your cunt while finger fucking your cunt," he said knowing his mother loved him talking dirty to her.
Every time he talked dirty to her, she became more sexually excited. Every time he talked dirty to her, she wiggled and squirmed her shapely ass.
"Right there baby. Rub my clit harder. Rub my clit faster," she said with sexual excitement. "Oh, my God, Michael. I'm cumming. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Yes, that's it. Yes. Oh! Oh! Oh!"
She collapsed on the bed as if she was dead.
"Mom! Are you okay?"
She laughed.
"Okay? Am I okay? Are you kidding me? I'm better than okay," she said slowly running her hand down the side of his face before leaning up to him to kiss him.
Surrendering her tongue to him, mother and son were French kissing. Kissing and kissing, they kissed while Michael felt her tits and fingered her nipples, and while she fondled his cock.
"Oh my God, Mom. I never knew it would be like this. This is the best sex I've ever had," he said French kissing his mother again.
She pulled him to her to whisper her sexual lust in his ear.
"Get on top of me," she said breaking off his kiss to speak. "I want to feel you inside of me. As if it's the first time all over again, make love to me before you fuck me," she said kissing him before she licked his lips and chin. "I love tasting my own pussy juices on you," licking his lips with her tongue. "Just don't cum in me," she said making eye contact with him as if to make sure that he heard her and agreed not to cum inside of her. "Okay?"
Michael mounted his mother and she guided his cock inside of her. Kissing her while slowly humping her, he pushed himself deeper inside of his mother. She was so wet that he practically slid inside of her. With Jennifer not having had sex for so long over the years, as if she was a virgin all over again, she was so tight.
Kissing and kissing her, he sucked her tits, while she grabbed his ass with both hands and pushed him all the way inside of her. Then, with a slow rhythm, they made love. Kissing and kissing while slowly grinding himself in his mother, they made love as if they were boyfriend and girlfriend or husband and wife instead of mother and son. They made love as if they were long, lost lovers and he was home on leave from the military after a long absence and abstinence. Then, with an even harder rhythm that turned into a hard, fast fucking, Michael was fucking his mother and with her humping him hump for hump, she was fucking him too.
"Oh Jennifer. Oh Jennifer. You're so tight. You feel so good. I love sucking your big tits," he said. "Oh, my God, Jennifer, I so love humping your cunt and fucking you."
Jennifer returned her son's humps with her humps.
"Fuck me Michael. Fuck me. Fuck my brains out of my head. Really fuck me. Pound my pussy. Make me cum. Make me cum Michael only, please don't cum inside of me. Save your precious cum for my mouth. After you fuck me, I'll suck you. After you fuck me, I'll swallow you. Now, fuck your mother Michael. Fuck me. Make me your bitch," she said returning her son's humps. "Make me your incestuous whore. Fuck me, Michael, fuck me."
Michael fucked his mother harder. He fucked his mother faster. He fucked his mother in the way he had never fucked any other woman before.
"I love you, Mommy," he said.
He kissed her passionately and she returned his kiss with her passion.
"And I love you, Michael," she said. "Merry Christmas Michael."
"Merry Christmas Mom."
Michael humped his mother as fast as hard as he could. When he didn't think he could even hump her one more time, she gave him the inspiration that he needed to continue.
"Don't stop Michael. Don't stop. I'm going to cum. Fuck me Michael. Fuck me. Fuck Mommy. Make Mommy feel good," she said rolling him over to bounce up and down on his swollen prick while he harnessed her bouncing breasts with his big hands.
Even though she had asked him to call her Jennifer, it excited him when she referred to herself as Mommy. Playing her game, he continued the incestuous fantasy that was now their reality.
"I love you, Mom. I love you. I can't wait for you to suck my cock. I can't wait to cum in your mouth and to watch you swallow."
"Oh Michael. You're going to make me cum," she said wrapping her arms around his neck tighter. Then, trying to get him deeper inside of her, she wrapped her legs around his back. "I'm cumming again Michael. Don't stop. Please don't stop. I'm cumming."
Jennifer had a second orgasm but Michael refrained from cumming in his mother's pussy. Wanting to hold back, thinking about baseball instead of thinking about fucking his mother, he'd rather fill his mother's mouth with his cum. He'd rather fill her beautiful mouth with his big prick. He'd rather watch her blow him. He'd rather cum in her mouth while staring down at her staring up at him with his cock in his mouth. He'd rather watch her swallow his cum.
With the both of them resting for a minute, she was ready to suck him. She slid halfway down the bed to take her son in her mouth. Stroking him while sucking him, it didn't take him long to explode a big load of cum in Jennifer's mouth.
"Oh, Mom," he said putting a gentle hand to the back of her head. He humped her mouth while fucking her face. "I'm going to cum. Mom, I'm going to cum. Suck it, Mom. Suck my prick. Blow me. Just don't stop. Don't stop. I'm almost there," he said exploding a huge load of cum in his mother's mouth.
"Yum," she said. "That was delicious," she said. "I love the taste of your cum."
Sucking out every drop of cum that he had, she continued sucking him before licking him clean. Without doubt, this was the best Christmas they both ever had. Now that they've sexually experienced one another, as if they were man and wife, they continued their sexual relationship by sleeping together and having sex as if they were boyfriend and girlfriend, husband and wife, and/or lovers, which they were.
After his mother filled his head with the images of her flashing men, walking on a nude beach naked, having sex in public, her having sex with other men, and participating in the swinging lifestyle, he couldn't wait to experience all of those things. With her his sexual star, maybe it was all just talk, pillow talk, in the heat of sexual passion. He didn't know but he planned on finding out how sexually adventurous his mother could be.
With him taking up where his father left off, perhaps he could persuade his mother to do some flashing. Maybe she'd allow him to take her to a nude beach where they could have sex on the beach and in public. Maybe she'd serve his friends drinks topless and/or naked while playing poker. Maybe she'd have sex with other men and allow him to watch her. Maybe he'd have sex with other woman while she watched him. Maybe they could have a threesome with another or woman or even a foursome with another couple. Who knows? Perhaps he could persuade his mother to participate in the swinging lifestyle where his father couldn't.