Playing a modern day version of the Bates Motel with Norman and Norma Bates, but without the motel, 43-year-old Jennifer had grown too close to her 22-year-old son, Michael.
"Get up! Michael, get up. It's time to get up," said Jennifer barging in her son's room without even knocking on his door. "You're going to be late for work," she said even though he had plenty of time to get ready for work.
Same thing every morning, as if living in Rod Serling's Twilight Zone or something out of Alfred Hitchcock movie, this was Michael's Hellish version of Groundhog Day. Never giving it a rest and/or giving him a break, his mother had been barging in his room in a panic every day for several years, ever since he turned eighteen-years-old and was of legal age. Waking him up out of a sound sleep, with her barging in his bedroom without knocking, just quickly opening his bedroom door, he had no privacy from his controlling mother. He thought about getting a lock for his door but he'd miss the fun of flashing his mother his cock.
A silly game she played, as if she was hoping to catch him naked, he couldn't count the number of times his mother saw him naked and saw his erect penis, his morning wood. A sexy game she played, as if hoping to catch him masturbating, he couldn't count how many times she caught him masturbating, even cumming. He only wished he had the nerve to return the favor and barge in her bedroom when she was dressing, undressing, sleeping, or (gulp) even masturbating.
Only, not risking her wrath, he didn't dare. Yet, he'd love nothing more than to see his sexy, MILF of a mother in her bra and panty, topless, and/or naked. He'd love nothing more than to catch his mother masturbating with her legs spread and her dildo buried deep within her pussy.
Always embarrassed that she caught him naked before, he no longer cared if she caught him naked now. Now, instead of embarrassing him, it sexually excited him for his mother to catch him naked and for her to see his erect penis. His favorite sexually, incestuous thing to do, he liked exposing his cock to her. Adding to his incestuous fever, in the way she stared at his cock whenever he exposed himself to her, she made him horny. She made him erotically want her, incestuously desire her, and sexually lust over her. He only wished she'd touch his naked cock, stroke his naked cock, and suck his naked cock before fucking his naked cock.
Always embarrassed that she caught him playing with himself before, he no longer cared if she caught him masturbating now. Now, instead of feeling embarrassed that his mother caught him masturbating, he was sexually excited that his mother caught him masturbating. Now, instead of trying to hide that he was masturbating, if she was going to barge in his bedroom without knocking than he was going to masturbate in front of her.
Besides, he knew she wanted to see his cock. He suspected she wanted to watch him masturbate. With neither one able to take the next step across the incestuous line, this was the extent of their incestuous game. Just as he couldn't bring himself to sexually and inappropriately touch his mother, she couldn't bring herself to sexually and inappropriately touch him.
Now, instead of covering his cock with his hand or covering himself with a sheet, with it sexually exciting him for her to see him stroking his hard cock, he put on a masturbation show for her. Just as it sexually excited him for his mother to see him masturbating, for her to stand there and stare and watch, he surmised that it sexually excited her to watch him masturbating. Always shocking him that she never fled his room but stayed to watch the whole masturbation show, as if he was a CFNM stripper, it sexually excited him for his mother to watch him cum.
Just as it sexually excited him for his mother to watch him cum, he surmised that it sexually excited his mother to watch him cum too. A sexy, sexual, and incestuous game they played every morning, every day was the same incestuously flashing and masturbation show. Every day she barged in his room. Every day he exposed his cock to her and every day he masturbated in front of her.
As if she was a virginal and easily offended Catholic nun and he was her naughty, incorrigible student, a game she seemingly enjoyed playing, she seemingly enjoyed watching him masturbate himself. She spanked him with her paddle whenever she caught him exposing himself to her and masturbating in front of her. After a while, as much as she seemingly enjoyed spanking his naked ass, he enjoyed his mother spanking his naked ass. After a while, as much as she seemingly enjoyed catching him masturbating, seeing his cock, staring at his prick, and watching him cum, he enjoyed having her see his prick, watching him masturbate himself, and seeing him ejaculating his cum. He only wished he could cum in his mother's hand, across her naked breasts, all over her face, in her mouth, and/or in her pussy. Only, that would never happen.
"I'm up Mom. I'm up. Don't worry. I have plenty of time to get ready for work," he said while continuing to play with himself in front of his mother.
Instead of leaving his room to give him some privacy to get dressed, Jennifer stayed in his room to watch him and to stare at his engorged prick. Instead of reprimanding him for masturbating in front of her, as if he was a CFNM stripper and she was a customer of the show, she stood there silently staring at him stroking his cock. As if she was mesmerized by his naked prick and hypnotized by the sight of him masturbating, she stared at his hand going up and down while he stroked himself faster and harder.
Seemingly, just as much as she wanted to see his erect cock, he wanted her to see his erect cock. Seemingly, just as much as she wanted to see him cum, he wanted her to see him cum too. A sexy, incestuous game they continued playing, every morning, he wanted to cum for his mother. It wasn't until he exploded cum all over his chest, his stomach, and his hand that she reprimanded him for masturbating in front of her and for cumming all over his naked body.
"You stop doing that right now Michael," said Jennifer. "Stop that this very instant, you dirty boy," she'd say whenever catching him masturbating.
Even though she told him to stop masturbating himself, he continued masturbating himself.
"Sorry Mom," was all he said.
She could have left his room but she never did. Instead, she stood there watching him masturbate himself. Then, once he ejaculated, she'd turn his hips to the side to paddle his naked ass, she'd whack him with her paddle.
"That's nasty. That's just wrong," said Jennifer. "What's wrong with you, Michael? How dare you play with yourself in front of your mother?"
She'd beat him with her paddle until his ass was a bright pink. Spanking him with a paddle was a game she obviously needed to play to justify her bad behavior for barging in his room unannounced. Spanking him with a paddle was seemingly his fault for her barging in his room without knocking to see his cock, to catch him masturbating, and to watch him ejaculate. Seemingly it was all his fault that she had to monitor and punish his bad, incestuous, sexual behavior.
Convolutedly removing her from shame and from guilt, what she did in staring at his exposed penis and watching him masturbate himself wasn't deemed incestuous if she berated him and spanked his naked ass with her paddle. Obviously, she needed that diversionary tactic of spanking his naked ass for her not to be deemed an incestuous mother for staring at her son's cock, for watching him masturbate himself, and for watching him cum. Obviously, she needed that deflecting tactic of spanking his naked ass as her justifiable proof that she tried to stop him from flashing her his cock, for masturbating in front of her, and for cumming.
'Whack! Whack! Whack!'
What hurt him before in her spanking his ass sexually excited him now. Now every time he exposed his cock to her and every time she saw his cock, he had an erection. Moreover, now every time she spanked him, he had an erection. Now every time she spanked him, willing and worth being spanked, he was glad he masturbated and ejaculated for her and in front of her. Obviously, exposing his prick to her and masturbating in front of her was something that she enjoyed seeing as much as he enjoyed showing.
# # # Lady of Erotica # # #
Like mother like son, they both had unresolved emotional issues that played itself out with sex, incestuous sex. Although, never actually having had sex with his mother, the most he had ever done was to expose himself to his mother. The most he had ever sexually and incestuous done with his mother was to masturbate for his mother. With her not stopping him until he ejaculated, he assumed she enjoyed watching him masturbate as much as he enjoyed masturbating in front of her. He only wished she'd return the favor and expose her pussy to him while masturbating herself in front of him too. Only, with him more the exhibitionist and her seemingly more the voyeur, that sexy, incestuous scenario would never happen.
Conversely, the most his mother had ever done was to flash him her panties in up skirts, her pussy in up nightgowns, her cleavage and brassiere in down blouses and her tits in down nightgowns. So tempted to barge in her room in the way she barged in his room, he had never seen her topless and/or naked. He'd love nothing more than to see his mother topless, naked, or even in her bra and panty. Every time he masturbated, he masturbated with the thought of seeing her topless, naked, and/or in her bra and panty.
With neither of them having crossed the incestuous line, per se, a slow heat continuing to burn, every day they came closer to having an inappropriate sexual affair. As he grew older, more brazen, hornier, and more sexually attracted to his 43-year-old MILF of a mother, he started purposely exposing himself to his mother in hopes that she'd purposely expose herself to him. Only, she never returned the incestuous, sexual favor by exposing her naked body to him in the way that he exposed his naked body to her. Always flashing her his cock, whether flaccid or erect, he wished she'd reach out her hand to touch him before moving to her knees to suck him. Only, just as he never had the courage to touch and feel her, she never touched and felt him either.
Over the years, she had given him plenty of masturbation fodder. Seemingly not ashamed, embarrassed, or too modest to show him what he so wanted to see of her, she gave him plenty of down blouse peeks of her bra and cleavage. Over the years, she had given him plenty of down nightgowns flashes of the tops of her meaty breasts, her long line of cleavage, and even her areolas and nipples. Whenever sitting across from him, as if she wasn't his mother and he wasn't her son, slowly and deliberately crossing and uncrossing her long, shapely legs, she gave him plenty of up skirt peeks of her white panties. Whenever sitting across from him when wearing her short nightgown, deliberately spreading her knees open enough for him to see, she gave him plenty of up nightgowns of her pussy.
'Oh, my God,' just as much as he loved seeing down blouse flashes of her bra and cleavage and down nightgown flashes of her tits, he loved seeing up skirt flashes of his mother's bright, white panties. He especially loved seeing up nightgown flashes of her naked pussy.
Whenever sitting across from him, when not crossing and uncrossing her legs, she sat with her knees parted just enough for him to see what he shouldn't see of her of her panty clad pussy. He couldn't count how many times he had seen her meaty mound, her pussy slit, and her camel toe through her thin, sheer panties. With exhibitionism and voyeurism a game they both enjoyed playing, as long as he didn't stare, leer, and/or gawk at what his mother was showing, he pretended that he hadn't seen what his mother was showing.
When wearing her short, revealing, low cut nightgowns, she gave him plenty of quick flashes of her big tits and her brown, patch of pubic hair. Yet, always making her flashes appear unintentional, she never deliberately exposed herself to him in the way that he enjoyed and was sexually excited to deliberately expose himself to her. Apparently, she needed to hide behind the façade of whatever she was purposely showing her son and whatever he was seeing of her as if it was an accidental wardrobe malfunction. Every day, his mother had plenty of wardrobe malfunctions to give him a good idea of what she looked like naked. Every day, his mother had plenty of wardrobe malfunctions to give him more masturbation material.
# # # Lady of Erotica # # #
Only, it was different for him when flashing his mother than it was whenever she flashed him. With him willing to suffer the consequences of a paddle spanking, he was more brazen about his flashes now. It was as if they had an unspoken exhibitionism and voyeurism code between mother and son. If he flash her, she'd look. If he masturbate himself, she'd watch. Then, not to make her feel like the incestuous whore that she truly was, she'd spank him with her paddle while telling him that exposing himself and masturbating in front of his mother was wrong. Convoluted but what worked for his mother worked for him too.
"Michael, what's wrong with you? Cover yourself," said Jennifer staring at her son's erect prick. "You're all exposed," she said every day as if today was her first time seeing his cock, watching him masturbate himself, and seeing his cumming. "How dare you expose your cock to me? How dare you masturbate in front of me? How dare you ejaculate yourself right before my very eyes?"
A simple, sexy, salacious game they played, if she was willing to stare at his cock, then he was willing to show her his prick. If she was willingly going to show him up skirts of her panties and up nightgowns of her pussy, then he was going to look. If she was willingly going to show him down blouses of her bra and cleavage and down nightgowns of her big tits, her areolas, and her nipples, then he was going to look. Only, he was hoping for more. He wanted to touch and feel his mother in the way he wished she'd touch and feel him too.
With her always staring at his prick whenever he flashed her his prick, he couldn't help but wonder if his mother was horny. He couldn't help but wonder if she was sexually frustrated. He wondered if his mother masturbated in the way that he masturbated every day, three times a day. He wondered if his mother even masturbated. If she did masturbate, he wondered how often his mother masturbated. If she did masturbate, he wondered what she thought of when masturbating. He wondered if she thought of him naked and having sex with his naked body while she masturbated herself in the way that he thought of her naked and having sex with her naked body when he masturbated.
He couldn't help but wonder if she was as sexually attracted to him as much as he was sexually attracted to her. He wondered if she masturbated in private over what she showed him in the way that he masturbated in front of her over all that he showed her and all that she saw of him. Only, she was his mother and mothers aren't supposed to be horny, sexually frustrated, and sexually attracted to their adult sons, are they? Mothers don't masturbate, do they? Moreover, he was her son and sons aren't supposed to be sexually attracted to their mothers, are they? Just as sons don't flash their cocks to their mothers, sons don't masturbate in front of their mothers neither, but he did.
# # # Lady of Erotica # # #
With them having played this sexy game for years, just as he now knew the precise moment she'd barge in his room without knocking, he knew the rules. Obviously, with no touching involved, just as he enjoyed exposing himself to his mother and masturbating in front of her, she enjoyed seeing his erect cock and watching him masturbate. Obviously, even though he was her son and she was his mother, with the both of them voyeurs and exhibitionists, as much as she liked to watch, he liked to show. Then, turning the tables, as much as he liked to show his cock to her, he enjoyed seeing up skirts, up nightgowns, down blouses, and down nightgowns of his mother. As much as she liked to watch, obviously she liked to show too when showing him her cleavage, her bra, her tits, her panties, her ass, and her pussy.
Only whatever one or the other showed and/or saw, they never spoke about it. They never discussed their incestuous, sexual attraction. The only conversation they had about it was when his mother was spanking him with her paddle and berating him for exposing himself to her and masturbating himself in front of her. Continuing to live their lives as loving mother and loving son, it was as if the incestuous flashing never happened until it happened again the next day.
Wanting to give his mother the most bang for her voyeurism buck, he timed his ejaculation for when his mother was in his room to watch his cock explode cum all over his chest, his stomach, and his hand. If it wasn't enough for his mother to see his erect prick and to catch him masturbating, it was so much more sexually exciting for him to show her and for her to see him cum. If only by her stare, with her never removing her eyes from his ejaculating prick, he knew his mother enjoyed watching him masturbate himself. He knew his mother enjoyed seeing him cum.
Not a son to disappoint his mother, he loved showing his mother his hard, hairy prick. He loved exposing his erect prick to his mother. He enjoyed masturbating and cumming for his mother. Seemingly, she enjoyed staring at his prick, watching him masturbate himself, and watching him cum as much as he enjoyed showing her his prick and cumming for her.
After she paddled his naked ass for him sexually abusing himself, instead of leaving his room, she stayed and stood there while staring down at his cum leaking cock as if she had never seen a semi-erect, oozing prick before. She'd stare at his cock as if she had never seen his cock before when she had seen his cock hundreds of times. Then, playing her helpful and doting motherly role, she'd grab a handful of tissues and wiped the cum from his chest, his stomach, his hand, and his cock.
'Oh, my God,' he thought to himself while watching her clean the cum from his cock and while wishing she'd touch his erect prick with her fingers and her hand without the tissue.
"You shouldn't be doing this Michael," she always say. "Just as you shouldn't be exposing your penis to Mommy, you shouldn't be playing with yourself in front of your mother," said Jennifer to her son, Michael.
With him naked from the waist down, as if she had some sort of sexual fetish with tissues full of his cum, she'd sit beside him on his bed while staring at his erect penis and dabbing at his stiff prick with tissues. Careful not to touch his cock with her fingertips, seemingly it was okay and not deemed incestuous if she touched his cock with tissues. He only wished his mother would take his cock in her hand and continue to stroke him and to milk out the rest of his cum. He only wished his mother would take his cock in her mouth and continue to stroke him while sucking out the rest of his cum.
"Sorry Mom," was all he said and all that he could say while watching her clean the cum from his naked body.
Yet, seriously, what mother barges in her son's bedroom each morning while hoping to catch him naked? What mother barges in her son's bedroom each morning while hoping to catch him masturbating? What mother stays in her son's bedroom to watch him masturbate and ejaculate? What son continues to masturbate himself with while knowing his mother will be barging in his bedroom any moment? What son not only masturbates in front of his mother but also ejaculates in front of his mother too? It was only a matter of time before they crossed the incestuous line, as if they haven't already, and had sex.Instead of dabbing his cock with tissues, he always wished she'd take him in her hand to wipe him clean before taking him in her mouth to lick him clean but she never did. Being the incestuous pervert he had grown to become, instead of dabbing his cock with tissue after the fact, he'd love nothing more than for his mother to give him a hand job before giving him a blowjob. If only his mother would touch him, he'd touch her too. He'd love to feel her big tits and finger her erect nipples through her sheer, skimpy nightgown.
He'd do anything to feel his mother take his cock in her warm hand and wrap her long, manicured fingers around his big prick and stroke him. He'd do anything to feel the warm, wet sensation of his mother taking him in her mouth to suck him. He'd give anything to cum in his mother's mouth. He had plenty of hand jobs and blowjobs before from drunken women listening to him playing his music as a DJ but receiving a hand job from his Mom would be special. Receiving a blowjob from his mother would be unbelievable and his sexual fantasy come true.
For years, whenever he masturbated, which was three times a day, every day, seven days a week, he masturbated over the imagined thoughts of his mother stroking his cock before sucking his cock. Whenever he masturbated, he imagined his mother topless and/or naked. Whenever he masturbated, he imagined making out with his mother, French kissing her while touching her, feeling her, and fondling her where a son should never touch, feel, and fondle his mother. Whenever he masturbated, he imagined having sex with his naked mother. If only he could have sex with his mother, no ands, buts, or maybes, willing to cross that incestuous line, he'd have sex with his mother.After she paddled his naked ass for him sexually abusing himself, instead of leaving his room, she stayed and stood there while staring down at his cum leaking cock as if she had never seen a semi-erect, oozing prick before. She'd stare at his cock as if she had never seen his cock before when she had seen his cock hundreds of times. Then, playing her helpful and doting motherly role, she'd grab a handful of tissues and wiped the cum from his chest, his stomach, his hand, and his cock.
'Oh, my God,' he thought to himself while watching her clean the cum from his cock and while wishing she'd touch his erect prick with her fingers and her hand without the tissue.
"You shouldn't be doing this Michael," she always say. "Just as you shouldn't be exposing your penis to Mommy, you shouldn't be playing with yourself in front of your mother."
With him naked from the waist down, as if she had some sort of sexual fetish with tissues full of his cum, she'd sit beside him on his bed while staring at his erect penis and dabbing at his stiff prick with tissues. Careful not to touch his cock with her fingertips, seemingly it was okay and not deemed incestuous if she touched his cock with tissues. He only wished his mother would take his cock in her hand and continue to stroke him and to milk out the rest of his cum. He only wished his mother would take his cock in her mouth and continue to stroke him while sucking out the rest of his cum.
"Sorry Mom," was all he said and all that he could say while watching her clean the cum from his naked body.
Yet, seriously, what mother barges in her son's bedroom each morning while hoping to catch him naked? What mother barges in her son's bedroom each morning while hoping to catch him masturbating? What mother stays in her son's bedroom to watch him masturbate and ejaculate? What son continues to masturbate himself with while knowing his mother will be barging in his bedroom any moment? What son not only masturbates in front of his mother but also ejaculates in front of his mother too? It was only a matter of time before they crossed the incestuous line, as if they haven't already, and had sex.
Instead of dabbing his cock with tissues, he always wished she'd take him in her hand to wipe him clean before taking him in her mouth to lick him clean but she never did. Being the incestuous pervert he had grown to become, instead of dabbing his cock with tissue after the fact, he'd love nothing more than for his mother to give him a hand job before giving him a blowjob. If only his mother would touch him, he'd touch her too. He'd love to feel her big tits and finger her erect nipples through her sheer, skimpy nightgown.
He'd do anything to feel his mother take his cock in her warm hand and wrap her long, manicured fingers around his big prick and stroke him. He'd do anything to feel the warm, wet sensation of his mother taking him in her mouth to suck him. He'd give anything to cum in his mother's mouth. He had plenty of hand jobs and blowjobs before from drunken women listening to him playing his music as a DJ but receiving a hand job from his Mom would be special. Receiving a blowjob from his mother would be unbelievable and his sexual fantasy come true.
For years, whenever he masturbated, which was three times a day, every day, seven days a week, he masturbated over the imagined thoughts of his mother stroking his cock before sucking his cock. Whenever he masturbated, he imagined his mother topless and/or naked. Whenever he masturbated he imagined making out with his mother, French kissing her while touching her, feeling her, and fondling her where a son should never touch, feel, and fondle his mother. Whenever he masturbated, he imagined having sex with his naked mother. If only he could have sex with his mother, no ands, buts, or maybes, willing to cross that incestuous line, he'd have sex with his mother.
Chapter 2:
Frustratingly, even though he had the courage to expose himself to his mother and to masturbate and cum for her, he never had the courage to grab her wrist and move her hand to his erect prick. Even though she had the courage to barge in his bedroom and see him naked, he never had the courage to barge in her bedroom when she was dressing, undressing, or in bed sleeping. Even though he yearned to see his mother topless and/or naked, even in her bra and panty, he never saw her in her bra and panty, topless, and/or naked in the way she routinely saw him naked. He wished he had the courage to take the next incestuous step to touch his mother, feel his mother, and to have sex with his mother.
With her always coming in his room with her short, low cut, sheer, sexy nightgowns, he never had the courage to touch her, to grope her, to feel, and to fondle her through her nightgown. He never had the courage to reach up to feel her big tits and finger the impressions her big nipples made in her thin nightgown when always they erected themselves whenever she saw his erect cock. Was his mother cold or was she sexually excited? He didn't know. He couldn't tell. He never had the courage to reach his horny hand up his mother's nightgown to feel her between her legs and to cup her naked pussy in the palm of his hand.
'Oh, my God,' he thought while wishing he could finger his mother's pussy. 'Oh, my God,' he thought while wishing he could touch and feel her everywhere while kissing her. 'Oh, my God,' he wished his mother would touch, feel, and stroke his prick while kissing him. 'Oh, my God,' he wished his mother would suck his erect prick. 'Oh, my God,' he wished his mother would fuck his erect prick.
No doubt, if he did something like that, felt her big tits while fingering her erect nipples through her nightgown, she'd paddle his ass red raw. If he dared to reach up her nightgown to finger and cup her pussy in his hand, going against the unspoken rules of the game they played, he may ruin everything. Yet, in the way she pulled the covers from his naked body, even though he wanted to and sexually fantasized doing that to her too, he never had the courage to lift her nightgown up and over her naked body. As if she was a dirty bitch of a dog instead of his mother, he'd love nothing more than to strip her naked, bend her over his bed, and to fuck his mother doggie style from behind.
'Oh, my God, Michael. Stop. Don't. You can't fuck me. I'm your mother,' he imagined his mother saying as he fucked her from behind while feeling her big tits and fingering her erect nipples.
He always wondered the reaction she'd have if he forced her to show him her ass, her pussy, and her tits by lifting her nightgown up to her shoulders in the way she pulls the covers off his naked body. If she didn't want him to see more of her and if she didn't want to show him more of her naked body, then why was she always parading around him in her short, sheer, sexy, and low cut nightgowns? God, she was such a sexy tease. If she didn't want him to see more of her sexy, shapely body, why was she always dressed so provocatively in her short skirts and low cut tops? If she didn't want him to see more of her sexy, shapely body, why was she always flashing him?
'His mother is such a slut,' he thought. 'For her to stare at his cock, watch him masturbate, and flash him her tits, her pussy, and her ass, she's such an incestuous whore.'
How would she like it if he ogled her naked body in the way that she ogled his naked body? Knowing her, she probably would like it. How would she like it if he barged in her bedroom while she was dressing and/or undressing and remained there while watching his mother's sexy, incestuous show of exhibitionism? Knowing her, that's probably what she wants him to do and hopes he'd do. Maybe she'd like for him to forcibly expose her semi-naked or naked body to his horny eyes. He'd love to do that. Maybe the reason why she stared at his erect cock and watched him masturbate was because she was hoping that he'd stare at her naked body and watch her masturbate. If only he could, he would.
Returning the favor of her exhibitionism with his voyeurism, with just one, quick swipe, he imagined pulling his mother's nightgown up and over her head. He imagined seeing his mother's naked body for the first time. Trapped within her nightgown, with her helpless to stop him and with her arms extended straight up over her head, he imagined tying the bottom of her nightgown in a knot over her head. Then, with her naked ass, her naked pussy, and her naked tits exposed and with her nightgown covering her pretty face, he imagined forcing her down to her knees. He imagined cutting a hole in her nightgown by her mouth and imagined himself sticking his cock through the hole in her nightgown and in his mother's mouth. Humping her mouth, he imagined fucking her face until he unloaded his cum in her mouth.
'Oh, my God,' the thought of tying his mother's nightgown over her head and seeing his mother naked was an unbelievable sight to imagine. 'Oh, my God,' the thought of his mother blowing him and him cumming in her mouth was all consuming.
He wondered if she'd fight, scream, and struggle or if she'd accept her incestuous fate by allowing him to strip her naked before willingly sucking his cock. With her barging in his bedroom, stripping him naked, paddling his naked ass, and watching him masturbate and cum, he assumed that his cock was what she wanted to see. Only, a giant leap in guessing what she was thinking, did his mother want to suck him before fucking him or did she only want to watch him masturbate himself? If she didn't want to have sex with him, why else would she invade his privacy in such an incestuous, sexual way?
He wondered if he made that incestuous move, tying her nightgown over her head, if that would be the beginning of something so sexually beautiful between his mother and her son. He imagined lifting her nightgown over her head and holding it in place while staring at his mother's naked body. He imagined himself feeling her tits, fingering her nipples, squeezing her ass, and rubbing her clit. Imagining her stroking him, sucking him, and fucking him, he'd love nothing more than for his mother to have sex with him. Imagining him kissing her, touching her, feeling her fondling her, licking her, and fucking her, he'd love nothing more than to have sex with his mother. He'd love nothing more than to fill her hand, her mouth, and her pussy with his big, hard cock.
'Oh, my God,' he thought. 'Maybe that's what she wants. Maybe in the way she strips me naked, she wants me to strip her naked too. Maybe in the way she stares at my cock while I masturbate and watches me cum, she wants to blow me. Maybe in the way she took the first step by barging in my bedroom and stripping me naked, she was waiting for me to take the next step by barging in her bedroom and stripping her naked. Maybe in the way she took the first step by staying in my room while watching me masturbate, she wants me to stay in her room to watch her masturbate too.'
He'd give anything to see his mother naked. He'd give anything to watch his mother masturbate. He'd give anything to touch and feel his mother's naked body. He'd give anything for his mother to blow him. He'd give anything to cum in his mother's mouth. With her staring up at him with her big, beautiful, brown eyes, he imagined filling her mouth with his cum and watching her swallow.
Maybe she hoped he'd do that, strip her naked in the way she strips him naked every morning. Maybe she hoped he'd force her to blow him. Yet, he was unable to force his mother to do anything against her will. She wasn't some slut he picked up on the street or some drunken whore he met in a bar. She was his loving mother and he was her loving son. How dare he even think of her in such an incestuous, sexual way? Yet, unable to help himself, he did think of his mother in an incestuous, sexual way. Unable to control his thoughts, he thought of his mother as his sexy slut and his incestuous whore.
# # # Lady of Erotica # # #
If only she made the first move and if only their sex was consensual, he'd reciprocate whatever sexual thing she did to his naked body by doing the same to her naked body. Yet, in hindsight, maybe she had already made the first move by pulling off his covers when knowing he was naked, paddling his naked ass, and staring at his cock. Maybe she had already made the first move by watching him not only masturbate but also ejaculate. Maybe she had already made the first move by wiping cum from his hand, his chest, his stomach, and his cock. Maybe she was waiting for him to grab her hand to place it on his prick while feeling her tits and fingering her nipples.
Maybe she was the one waiting for him to make the next move. Maybe, all this time, she had been waiting for him to make the next move. Maybe he should barge in her bedroom when she was dressing, undressing, or sleeping. Maybe he should take her paddle and do the same to her by spanking her naked ass for flashing him up skirts, up nightgowns, down blouses, and down nightgowns. Maybe, in the way she pulls off his covers and strips him naked, he should lift her nightgown over her head and strip her naked too.
'Shame on you, Mom,' he imagined saying to his mother while lifting her short skirt, pulling down her panties, bending her over his knees, and paddling her naked ass. 'Shame on you, Mom,' he imagined saying to his mother while lifting her short nightgown, bending her over his knees, and paddling her naked ass. 'How dare you flash me your panties? How dare you flash me your naked pussy? How dare you flash me your bra and your naked tits? Bad Mommy. Bad Mommy.'
'Whack! This is for sexually teasing me. Whack! This is for being such an exhibitionist slut. Whack! And this is for being such and incestuous whore. Whack!'
He imagined paddling his mother's naked ass in the way she had been paddling his naked ass for the past four years. How would she like it if he lifted her short skirt, pulled down her panties, and paddled her naked ass? How would she like it if he pulled up her nightgown, paddled her naked ass, and ogled her naked ass and pussy before pulling her nightgown completely off to ogle her big tits? Maybe that's exactly what she wants and hoped he'd do. Maybe in the way she had already made her move by stripping him naked, staring at his cock, and watching him masturbate himself, she was waiting for him to make his move.
'Oh, my God, his sexual fantasy come true, if only he could strip his mother naked, he would strip his mother naked,' he thought while getting horny over the thoughts of stripping his mother naked and seeing her naked body.
Only, as if the invisible line of incest was an electrified, barbed, razor wire barrier, he was paralyzed to touch her, to feel her, and to strip her naked. If only she wasn't his mother. If only she was his neighbor, an older woman he met at the mall, or the mother of one of his friends, he'd have no hesitation of having sex with her. Yet, if she wasn't his mother, perhaps he wouldn't sexually want her as much. There was something so much more sexually hotter and inappropriately forbidden about a son having sex with his mother as well as a mother having sex with her son.
Only, the weirdest thing wasn't his mother exposing his naked ass to her and paddling his naked ass whenever catching him masturbating. The weirdest thing was instead of depositing his cum filled tissues in his waste bucket or flushing them down his bathroom toilet, she left the room with them. Why would she do that? Why would she leave his bedroom with those cum filled tissues squished in her hot hand? He wondered with she did with those cum filled, sticky tissues.
Maybe, as he liked to imagine, she took them to her room to sniff them as she masturbated herself while holding them in her hand. Maybe she enjoyed sticking her fingers in his cum as if he had ejaculated in her hand. How hot would that be for his mother to be fingering her pussy and pull, turn, and twist her nipples while holding his cum filled tissues in her hand before holding them up to her nose?
'Wow!'
Maybe she took them to her room to lick his cum from the tissues. Oh, my God, rather than licking his cum from a tissue, maybe she'd prefer him cumming in her mouth. He'd love nothing more than to cum in his mother's mouth. Maybe she ate them. Instead of eating his cum filled tissues, maybe she'd prefer swallowing a warm, oozy load of his cum.
With her obviously taking some sort of perverse, sexual pleasure in paddling his naked ass and staring as his expose prick, only God knows what sexual depths and perverse debauchery his mother does behind her closed, bedroom door. Done with all of that juvenile exhibitionism and sexual games she insisted on continuing to play, if she wasn't going to give him incestuous sex, now he just wanted to sleep. Up all night, he was tired. He just wanted to rest and recoup his energy. Yet, knowing his mother would barge in his room any minute, as soon as she did, he'd have an erection and as soon as he had an erection, he'd masturbate himself in front of her.
With him having had sex with plenty of other women to dissuade him from sexually and incestuously thinking of his mother as much, even though he'd still have sex with his mother, he knew sex between them would never happen. Seriously, what normal mother would have sex with her son? Only to his benefit, just as he knew he wasn't normal, he knew his mother wasn't normal either.
# # # Lady of Erotica # # #
"Okay, okay," he said. "I'm up. I'm getting up."
Something she saved from his childhood and still used on him today, even though he was a grown man of 22-years-old, she slapped him on his naked ass through the covers with her paddle. A game she obviously enjoyed playing, with him working nights as a DJ and coming home in the early hours of the morning, Jennifer was there each morning to awaken him before she left for work. In the way she was always in his room, he was never in her room. In the way she stripped him naked, he wished he could strip her naked. In the way she watched him masturbate and cum, he wished he could watch her masturbate and cum.
Just once he'd love to barge in her bedroom in the way she barged in his bedroom. Just once, he'd love to catch her in her bra and panty, topless, and/or naked. Just once, he'd loved to lift up her short nightgown and expose her naked ass and her naked pussy to his horny eyes. Just once he'd love to pull her on the bed beside him, lift the back of her nightgown, and slap his mother's naked ass. Just once, he'd love to lift her short skirt, pull down her panties, and paddle her naked ass. Just once he'd love to strip his mother naked and fuck her, really fuck her and pound her warm, wet pussy. Just once, he'd love to push her to her knees, stick his prick in her mouth, and have her blow him. Just once, he'd love to cum in his mother's mouth.
'Oh, my God, if only I could, I would,' he thought to himself.
Perhaps she had an ulterior motive in barging in his bedroom and stripping off his covers. She knew he slept in the nude. She knew he'd be naked. Perhaps she was hoping to see his cock. Perhaps in the way he sexually wanted her, she sexually wanted him too. Perhaps in the way he wanted to see her naked, she wanted to see him naked too. Perhaps in the way he wished she'd masturbate him, she wanted to masturbate him too. Perhaps in the way he wished she'd blow him, she wanted to blow him too. Perhaps in the way that he masturbated himself over his mother seeing his stiff prick, she masturbated herself over seeing his stiff prick too.'God, if only any or all of that was true, he'd be so happy,' he thought.
With her no longer having a man in her life since Michael's father left her years ago, she was always angry, angry enough to paddle him for the misdeeds of his father. Maybe he had mistaken her anger for sexual frustration. Maybe his mother was just as horny as he was. Maybe his mother sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. Maybe paddling his ass was her way to justify the incestuous, sexual lust she felt for him by making him feel pain in the way she so yearned to feel pleasure. Maybe paddling his naked ass was the way she made her first sexual, incestuous move while waiting for him to make the next sexual, incestuous move. Maybe in the way she paddled his ass, she wanted him to paddle her ass too?
"I made you breakfast and it's getting cold. Get up," she said pulling down his covers and exposing his naked ass to paddle his naked ass.
A sexy game that she seemingly enjoyed playing, he waited until she had a good look of his naked ass and until she paddled him a few times before he pulled the covers back over him.
"Geez, Mom, it's cold," he said.
Then, with him knowing how the game was played and always progressed, with one big swipe she pulled the covers off of him and completely off of the bed. Now with nothing shielding him from his mother's horny eyes, he was naked. When Jennifer did that, Michael turned his head to look at his mother. In the way he had a face full of sexual lust and desire when he looked at her, she had a face full of sexual lust and desire when she looked at him.
With her leaning forward and with her big, naked breasts leaning forward with her, her oversized nightgown top was wide open and he could see all the way done to the top of her pubic hair. Just as she got a good look again at his naked ass, he got a good down nightgown view of the tops of her abundant breasts. With her leaning there long enough, he got a good look of her long line of cleavage, her areolas, her nipples, and the top of her trimmed brown pubic hair.
'Oh, my God, his mother is so frigging hot,' he thought while continuing to stare at her exposed breasts while she continued to stare at his exposed ass.
When he turned to face her, as if deliberately showing him what he so wanted to see, she was still leaning over him with her nightgown top hanging wide open before his horny eyes. As if his stiff prick was giving its bowing applause, his cock throbbed his appreciation at seeing his mother's big, shapely tits. With her too busy staring at his morning wood, seemingly she didn't notice or pretended she didn't notice him staring down her nightgown at her big breasts. If only she'd reach out her hand to take hold of his cock, he'd reach down her nightgown top to take hold of her breasts. If only she'd finger the head of his big prick, he'd finger her erect nipples.
Acting oblivious to her ogling his naked cock, Michael sat up in bed and faced his mother with his legs spread wide open. His stiff prick stood at attention for her. Showing her his erect prick, he wanted her to see his erect prick. He only wished she would touch his erect prick. He'd love nothing more than for his mother to wrap her manicured fingers around his cock and stroke him before sucking him. With his cock, testicles and pubic hair on full display, seemingly not caring if he knew she was staring at his erect prick, she continued staring at his erect prick.
As if his big cock was a rocket that needed to go off, his typical morning woody that grew even bigger after exposing himself to his mother and after seeing her naked breasts, he had a huge erection. He stared up at his mother while she stared down at him. He could clearly see the outline of her big breasts and the impressions her nipples made through the thin, sheer material of her pale yellow nightgown. As if he was a CFNM stripper on stage, he wrapped his hand around his prick and slowly stroked himself in the way he wished his mother would wrap her hand around his prick and slowly stroke him. With him not removing his eyes from his mother and with her not removing her eyes from his cock, she watched him stroke himself.
Something his mother was used to seeing, every day it was the same thing. Every day, she barged in his room wearing her skimpy, sexy, see-through nightgown. Every morning she pulled the covers off of his naked body. Every day he wished he had the nerve to touch her, to feel her, and to grope her beautiful sexy, shapely body through her sheer nightgown. Every day he wished he had the nerve to strip her naked by pulling off her nightgown in the way she stripped him naked by pulling off his covers. Every morning she exposed her naked breasts to him in a deliberate, incestuous down nightgown forward leaning move. Every morning he exposed his cock to his mother in a deliberate, incestuous flash. Every morning she stared at his engorged prick while he masturbated himself.
Yet, with her giving him plenty of masturbation fodder, it was enough she flashed him a beautiful, prolonged, and deliberate down nightgown view of her big tits. It was enough that she stripped him naked and spanked his naked ass with her paddle. With her giving him plenty of masturbation fodder, it was enough that he exposed his erection to her and that she stared at his exposed cock. It was enough that she watched him masturbate himself and watched him cum all over his naked body.
Only, with her seemingly privy to what was going through his horny mind by him exposing himself to her and masturbating in front of her, he wondered what was going through her mind. Was this just a game she needed to play or was she horny too. Wondering if she had any ulterior, sexual motives, he wondered if she was just as sexually frustrated as he was. He wondered if she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. Only, complicating matters in addition to sexually exciting them, this wasn't just any woman. This was his mother and he was her son.
Just once, he wished she'd take the hint and touch him. Just once, he wished she'd take him in her hand and wrap her long, manicured fingers around his big, hard prick. Just once, he wished she'd stroke him before taking him in her mouth to suck him. Just once, he wished his mother would make love to him before fucking him. Just once, he wished his mother would give him sex, incestuous sex.
Just once he wished he had the nerve to lift his mother's nightgown. Just once, he wished he had the nerve to pull her on his bed. Just once, he wished he had the nerve to strip her naked and touch her where no son should ever touch his mother. Just once he wished he could see as much of his mother as she saw of him. Just once, he wished he could have incestuous sex with her.
"Michael! Have you no shame? Cover yourself," said his mother. "How dare you expose yourself to me? Oh, my God, I'm so embarrassed for you," she said playing her sexy, incestuous game of shame and embarrassment over seeing her son's naked, erect prick.
Jolting him out of his sexual fantasy, he knew his mother wasn't angry at him for exposing himself to her. He knew she wasn't angry that he masturbated himself in front of her. Acting angry was something she needed to do to pretend that she wasn't enjoying his exhibitionism and masturbation show, even though she was. Acting angry was the emotion she needed to show to prove to him that she wasn't as sexually attracted to him as he was sexually attracted to her. Only, she was as sexually attracted to him as he was sexually attracted to her.
# # # Lady of Erotica # # #
Instead of covering himself, he continued masturbating himself. Stroking himself faster, he stroked himself harder. His mother stared at him as if seeing his cock for the first time. In the way she stared at his erect cock and never removed her eyes from his erect cock made him even more sexually excited. He only wished she'd reach out and touch his prick and feel his prick in the way he so wanted to reach out to feel her tits and finger her nipples. He watched the impressions of her big nipples erect themselves through her thin, sheer nightgown.
'Oh, my God, he loved his mother's tits,' he thought.
As if giving her the cue, whenever he was getting ready to cum, he leaned his head back upon his pillow and stared at his mother. As soon as he gave his mother the cue that he was ready to cum, such a bizarre sequence of events, she grabbed some tissues from his nightstand and sat beside him on his bed. Stroking himself faster and harder while staring at his mother, he ejaculated his load of cum all over his chest, his stomach, his hand, and his penis.
Instead of ejaculating all over himself, he wished he could ejaculate all over his mother. He wished he could ejaculate all over her hand, her tits, and her face. He wished he could give his mother a cum bath. He wished he could ejaculate in his mother's mouth.
As if she was his personal masturbation nurse instead of his mother, his personal cum slut, she wiped the cum from his chest and from his stomach with a handful of tissues. Then, she wiped the cum from his cock and his hand before dabbing the head of his prick with her cum filled tissues. With her sitting there beside him and staring down lovingly as his erection, he so wanted to put her hand on his cock for her to give him a hand job. He so wanted to put a heavy hand to the back of her head and push his mother's head down on his throbbing prick for her to give him a blowjob.
While he imagined her sucking his cock, he so wanted to feel her breasts and finger her nipples through her nightgown before stripping her naked. He so wanted to cum in his mother's mouth. Only, even though what they were doing was incestuous, the fear of crossing the line of incest was what stopped him from having sex with his mother. With her flashing him and with him flashing her and masturbating for her is one thing, but actually crossing the incestuous line by having sex with his mother was something else entirely. Even though he so wanted to have sex with her sexy, shapely MILF of a body, he just couldn't bring himself to cross that line.
'Oh, my God, I so wish I could put her hand on my cock before forcing her mouth down on my cock,' he thought silently to himself. "I so wish my mother would stroke me before blowing me. I'd love nothing more than to cum in her mouth while watching her swallowing my cum.'
Instead, reluctantly, he got up to use his bathroom. When he came out naked, she was still there while watching him put on his underwear, his jeans, and his tee shirt. He wished he could see his mother naked in the way she was seeing him naked. He wished he could watch his mother get dressed in the way she watched him get dressed every morning. He wished his mother would strip herself naked and take a shower with him after breakfast. Only, this repeat, incestuous show of exhibitionism and voyeurism was over until the next time tomorrow.Instead of covering himself, he continued masturbating himself. Stroking himself faster, he stroked himself harder. His mother stared at him as if seeing his cock for the first time. In the way she stared at his erect cock and never removed her eyes from his erect cock made him even more sexually excited. He only wished she'd reach out and touch his prick and feel his prick in the way he so wanted to reach out to feel her tits and finger her nipples. He watched the impressions of her big nipples erect themselves through her thin, sheer nightgown.
'Oh, my God, he loved his mother's tits,' he thought.
As if giving her the cue, whenever he was getting ready to cum, he leaned his head back upon his pillow and stared at his mother. As soon as he gave his mother the cue that he was ready to cum, such a bizarre sequence of events, she grabbed some tissues from his nightstand and sat beside him on his bed. Stroking himself faster and harder while staring at his mother, he ejaculated his load of cum all over his chest, his stomach, his hand, and his penis.
Instead of ejaculating all over himself, he wished he could ejaculate all over his mother. He wished he could ejaculate all over her hand, her tits, and her face. He wished he could give his mother a cum bath. He wished he could ejaculate in his mother's mouth.
As if she was his personal masturbation nurse instead of his mother, his personal cum slut, she wiped the cum from his chest and from his stomach with a handful of tissues. Then, she wiped the cum from his cock and his hand before dabbing the head of his prick with her cum filled tissues. With her sitting there beside him and staring down lovingly as his erection, he so wanted to put her hand on his cock for her to give him a hand job. He so wanted to put a heavy hand to the back of her head and push his mother's head down on his throbbing prick for her to give him a blowjob.
While he imagined her sucking his cock, he so wanted to feel her breasts and finger her nipples through her nightgown before stripping her naked. He so wanted to cum in his mother's mouth. Only, even though what they were doing was incestuous, the fear of crossing the line of incest was what stopped him from having sex with his mother. With her flashing him and with him flashing her and masturbating for her is one thing, but actually crossing the incestuous line by having sex with his mother was something else entirely. Even though he so wanted to have sex with her sexy, shapely MILF of a body, he just couldn't bring himself to cross that line.
'Oh, my God, I so wish I could put her hand on my cock before forcing her mouth down on my cock,' he thought silently to himself. "I so wish my mother would stroke me before blowing me. I'd love nothing more than to cum in her mouth while watching her swallowing my cum.'
Instead, reluctantly, he got up to use his bathroom. When he came out naked, she was still there while watching him put on his underwear, his jeans, and his tee shirt. He wished he could see his mother naked in the way she was seeing him naked. He wished he could watch his mother get dressed in the way she watched him get dressed every morning. He wished his mother would strip herself naked and take a shower with him after breakfast. Only, this repeat, incestuous show of exhibitionism and voyeurism was over until the next time tomorrow.
Chapter 3:
This was it. This was finally it. After four years of exposing himself to his mother, masturbating in front of his mother, and cumming for his mother while allowing her to spank his naked ass with her wooden paddle and wipe his cum from his naked body, he wanted more. Tired of being sexually frustrated, he wanted to have sex with his mother. In the way he wanted his mother to touch and to feel his naked body, he wanted to touch and to feel her naked body too.
With his mother immodestly, immorally, and incestuously walking around him in her short, sheer, low cut, sexy nightgowns, he wanted to do more than just look and masturbate over all that he was seeing and all that she was showing. Even though what they were doing was as incestuous as it was sexually exciting, it was not as sexually satisfying as having deep, penetrating incestuous sex with his mother would be. With his mother constantly and continually giving him down blouse peeks of her bra and cleavage and down nightgown views of her naked tits, he wanted to touch her breasts and feel her breasts while fingering her nipples. With his mother constantly and continually giving him up skirt peeks of her panties in up skirt views and her naked pussy in up nightgown views, he wanted to rub her clit and finger her pussy.
How much more teasing could he take? He wanted more than just teasing. He wanted sex, incestuous sex. After four years of her sexually teasing him and four years of him incestuously lusting over her, tonight was the night he'd make his move. Tonight was the night he'd finally touch her, feel her, and solicit his mother for sex.
He bought her a bottle of her favorite wine and bought two of her favorite movies, Spanking the Monkey and The Secretary. Usually it was the average perverted man and not the average motherly woman who liked those type of sexually titillating movies but his mother was no average woman. She was an exhibitionist and voyeur. She was a cock and cum slut. She was an incestuous whore but she was his whore.
With him having watched both movies a couple of times, enough for him, his mother had watched those movies a dozen times. Finding them so very erotic, she loved both movies. In what she paid out in rental fees, she could have bought the movies 10 times over. Now that he bought her the movies, she owned them and could watch them however many times and whenever she wanted to watch them.
Whenever he thought of his mother watching those movies, especially in the privacy of her bedroom, he wondered if his mother masturbated over those movies in the way that he masturbated over his mother. Imagining her fingering her nipples with one hand and fingering her pussy with her other hand, he wondered which scenes were her favorite scenes and why. Obviously only thinking about this own sexual wants, needs, and feelings, he had been oblivious to his mother's sexual wants, needs, and feelings. Now that he knew she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, he was paying attention. Now that his mother showed her incestuous lust for him, he was going to make her his woman.
As if she hit him over the head with a baseball bat for him to finally get it, instead of paddling his naked ass with her paddle, he finally got it. With the apple not falling far from the tree, much as he obviously did with him masturbating so very many times, his mother obviously liked sex, perversely perverted sex and incestuous sex. Just as he was a sexual man, obviously, his mother was a sexual woman. As she did when watching Spanking the Monkey, she liked watching movies with mother and son sex. As she did when watching The Secretary, she liked watching movies that had male domination and female humiliation. Putting two and two together, in the way she humiliated him by spanking him, maybe his mother not only wanted to have incestuous sex but also wanted him to humiliate her while having sex.
'Wow,' he thought. 'It was time he took advantage of that knowledge and used that information to his sexual benefit."
Maybe by watching these movie together, she was hoping that he'd dominate her, humiliate her, and force her to have sex with him. Just as he'd like nothing more than to dominate his mother and humiliate his mother, if that was what she so wanted, he'd like nothing more than to have sex with her. Maybe by watching these movies together, she was hoping that he'd demean and shame her by forcing her to do dirty, nasty, and incestuously sexual things to her sexy, shapely body. Just as much as he'd love to degrade and disgrace his mother, he'd love to do dirty, nasty, and incestuously sexual things to his mother's sexy, naked body. Hoping he was correctly reading her and reading the sexual situation correctly, he just hoped that she was as horny and sexually frustrated as he was. He just hoped that she sexually ready and incestuously wanted him as much as he sexually and incestuously wanted her.
# # # Lady of Erotica # # #
With tonight the night, tonight was their movie night. Instead of sitting in the reclining chair while watching her expose her naked ass and pussy from a distance, he sat on the couch next to his mother. In all the years, reserving the couch for his mother on the hopes that she'd flash him an up nightgown of her naked pussy and/or naked ass, tonight he wanted to be closer to her literally and figuratively. With him sexually excited to touch and feel some part of her, tonight was the night he'd make his sexual move. Whether consensual or forced, hopefully consensual, tonight was the night he'd have sex with his mother. Tonight was the night that she'd suck him before he'd fuck her.
'Oh, my God,' he thought. 'I'm so sexually excited that I can't even think straight.'
With her wearing another one of her short, sheer, sexy nightgowns, a pale blue one this time, he hoped she wouldn't mind if he cuddled with her. Maybe now after suspecting that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, he'd find the courage to touch and feel some part of his mother's sexy and shapely body that he shouldn't touch and/or feel. He'd love nothing better than to feel her big tits and finger her erect nipples, before rubbing her clit and squeezing her round, firm ass. Even though he'd love to feel her tits, finger her nipples, rub pussy, and squeeze her ass, he didn't want to rush her by groping her and sexually assaulting her. He had more respect for his Mother than that. Willing to see how it goes tonight, he'd take one step at a time.
Instead of making his touches appear accidental, wanting her to get his message, maybe while cuddling with her he'd somehow find the nerve to deliberately touch her and feel her where he should never touch and feel his mother. Maybe helping to relax the both of them, his mother would drink enough wine that she wouldn't realize that he was inappropriately touching and feeling her. Maybe by her possibly pretending that she was drunker than she was, she'd use the wine the excuse of her drinking too much wine to allow him to touch and feel her. Maybe as much as he wanted to touch and feel her, she wanted him to touch and feel her. Maybe with him touching and feeling her, she'd touch and feel him too.
Hoping to forestall her modesty while hoping she'd sit there with her legs spread and her nightgown up to her waist, he placed the throw over her legs and lap. While placing the throw over her lap, using the blanket as his ulterior motive, as he slid the blanket across her shapely thighs, he raised her nightgown higher and higher. He hoped by having the throw over her lap, she wouldn't have the need to sit so ladylike with her legs closed and her nightgown pulled down. In the way he exposed his naked cock to his mother every morning, he hoped his mother would take the hint and expose her naked pussy to him. That way, if she didn't know how much she was exposed and how much she was showing him, maybe she wouldn't mind flashing him a little more. Maybe she'd flash him her naked pussy.
'Oh, my God, he'd love nothing more than to see his mother's cunt,' he thought while imagining seeing more of his mother than he was seeing now.
He'd love to reach his hand down and, instead of feeling just her nightgown, perhaps he'd feel his mother's brown, trimmed pubic hair. In the way he always wished his mother would feel his cock, he'd love to feel his mother in between her legs. He'd love to feel his mother's fur. He'd love nothing more than to finger fuck his mother while feeling her tits, fingering her nipples, and sucking her big breasts.
Maybe with her allowing him to touch her and feel her, she'd allow him to feel and finger her warm, wet pussy. He'd love nothing more to rub her clit. He'd love nothing more than to finger fuck his mother. He'd love nothing more than to masturbate his mother. He'd love nothing more than to watch her and to hear her cum.
'Oh, my God,' he thought.
Just the thought of touching his mother in her holiest of holy places made his cock throb. As much as he'd love for his mother to wrap her hand around his prick, he'd love to rub her mother's clit while fingering her pussy. As much as he'd love to rub his mother's clit while fingering his mother's pussy, he'd love to feel her breasts while fingering her nipples. As much as he'd love to feel his mother's breasts while fingering her nipples, he'd love to feel and squeeze her naked ass.
'God, I so want to have sex with my mother,' he thought. 'After four years of sexually teasing one another and tempting one another to cross incestuous line, tonight is the night I make my move. Tonight is the night that I finally have sex with my mother. Tonight is the night my mother sucks my cock, I cum in her mouth, and she fucks me.'
With her not wearing very much, a sheer, sexy nightgown, tits for cock, he decided not to wear very much either. Making himself more comfortable too, he put on his pajamas bottoms but without underwear and a tee shirt. He hoped that sometime during the movie his erection would make a surprise appearance and take a bow to her appreciation. He hoped that sometime during the movie, after his cock made its way out of his pajama bottoms, his mother would take the hint and touch him and maybe even wrap her fingers around him to stroke him. Now or never, if his mother didn't touch him, he planned on not only touching his mother but also putting her hand on his cock.
'Oh, yeah, tonight was the night for mother and son sex,' he thought.
# # # Lady of Erotica # # #
"Which movie would you like to watch, Ma, Spanking the Monkey or The Secretary?"
He looked at her with sexual excitement in the way she looked at him with sexual lust. He wished his mother would spank his monkey. With her favoring her broken leg, he wished her could help his mother take a shower in the way that Susan asked her son Ray to help her take a shower in Spanking the Monkey. In the way that James Spader as Mr. Grey ejaculated cum all over his secretary's ass, Lee Holloway played by Maggie Gyllenhaal, he wish his mother would allow him to masturbate and cum all over her naked ass. He'd love to play out the scenes of one or both of those movies. How hot would that be to sexually role play with his mother? Under the pretense of just acting, how hot would that be to have sex with his mother while role playing a scene from a movie.
'Action,' he thought while imagining a director on stage directing him to have sex with his mother.
Now he felt like such an idiot. Duh? Spanking the Monkey, one of his mother's favorite movies, is about a son who masturbates himself over wanting to have sex with his mother while caring for her after she had broken her leg. Later in the movie, the mother asks her son to help her take a shower.
'Are you kidding me? That scene was so hot. He only wished his mother would ask him to take a shower with her,' he thought.
The Secretary, his mother's other favorite movie, was about a boss emotionally, physically, and sexually abusing his secretary. Under the threat of being fired, he ordered his secretary to lean over his desk, raise her skirt to her waist, and lower her pantyhose to her ankles. Then, instead of feeling her ass and/or fingering her pussy, her boss masturbated himself while standing behind her and ejaculated his cum all over her naked ass. Maybe that was what his mother was hoping he'd do with her all of this time, take a shower with her and cum all over her naked ass.
'Oh, my God,' he thought over the thoughts of showering with his mother and cumming all over her naked ass.
"Oh, my God," said his mother showing more emotion than he ever saw her show. "I love the shower scene in Spanking the Monkey where the son helps his mother take her shower."
As if she was thinking about him helping her to take a shower, she gave him a sexy smile and a naughty look. The shower scene? She likes the shower scene where the son helps his mother take a shower?
'Oh, my God,' he thought. 'Is that a hint? Would she like me to help her shower? Oh, my God. I'd love nothing more than to help my mother shower her dirty, naked body. I'd like nothing more than to help my mother wash her dirty, naked body. I'd love nothing more than to wash my mother's dirty, naked tits, her dirty, naked pussy, and her dirty, naked ass.'
'Are you done washing me, Michael,' he imagined his mother asking.
'No not quite Mom. You're still very dirty. Now that I've rinsed the soap from your naked body, I'm going to have to lick you clean,' he imagined responding before licking his mother where no son should ever lick his mother.
Unable to stop his horny brain from visualizing his mother wet and naked while in the shower and while he licked her clean, he suddenly thought of helping his mother shower. Maybe his mother wants him to help her undress, strip her naked, and shower with her in the way he'd love to shower with her. Maybe his mother wants to help him undress, strip him naked, and shower with him in the way he'd love her to shower with her. Maybe she wants him to give her a bubble bath. Rub a dub, dub, he'd love to have some sexy, incestuous fun with Mom in the bathtub. Daring himself to say what he was thinking, when he blurted out his thoughts, surprising even himself, he couldn't believe he said what he was thinking.
"I can help you shower sometime Ma," he said. "Maybe we can shower together."
She looked at him stunned until a sexy smile betrayed her shock. He imagined himself standing naked with a huge erection in the shower with his naked mother. With the shower wetting their naked bodies, he imagined pushing his mother up against the cold, wet, tiled shower wall. He imagined kissing her, French kissing her before making love to her and before fucking her hard.
"I bet you'd love to help me take a shower. I bet you'd love to see me naked in the way that I've seen you naked," she said. "I bet you'd love to have sex with me in the shower. I bet you'd love nothing more than to make love to me before fucking my brains out of my head."
'Oh, my God,' he never heard his mother talk like this before. Either she was drunk or horny. Maybe she was both.
Hoping his erection would make a surprise appearance beneath the blanket, suddenly his cock pulsated and throbbed in his pajama bottoms with the thoughts of taking a shower with his naked mother. Not allowing this opportunity to slip away, he responded in kind to his mother betting that he'd not only love to help her take a shower but also would love to see her naked too. He'd love nothing more than to have sex with her naked body while showering with her. Yet, never had he been as outspoken about the subject of incest and incestuous sex as he was now.
"It's every son's sexual fantasy to see what he shouldn't see of his mother," he said with a dirty laugh while staring down at the big impressions her erect nipples made in her nightgown.
Suddenly, the image of him washing his mother's back and her firm, round ass before washing his mother's big tits, filled his brain with incestuous thoughts while hardening his cock with sexual lust. He imagined washing his mother between her legs while rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy. He imagined his mother becoming so sexually aroused that she had sex with him right there in the shower.Mommy has already seen her little boy grow into a big man," she said. She reached beneath the blanket and wrapped his fingers around his cock through his pajama bottoms and gave his cock a squeeze. She looked up at him and laughed. "Oh, my," she said. "Someone has an erection."
She touched his pajama clad prick. He couldn't believe his mother squeezed his cock albeit through his pajama bottoms. Oh, my God. Leaving her hand there in contact with his erect prick, he couldn't believe she left her hand there with her fingers in contact with his erect penis.
"Sorry but you sexually excited me by giving me the image of seeing you naked while giving you a bath," he said.
When she moved her hand higher for her palm to rest on his erection instead of just her fingers, he so wanted to put his hand over her hand. He wished she'd reach inside his pajama bottom and take his cock in her hand and wrap her fingers around him. Already horny now, he wished she'd stroke him before sucking him. While hoping his erect prick would emerge from his pee hole, while giving her the hint in hopes she'd wrap her fingers around his pajama clad cock, he purposely throbbed and pulsated his cock against his mother's palm.
"Maybe you can help me take a bubble bath sometime," she said with a sexy smile and a dirty laugh. "I'll call you to come in when I'm submerged in the tub and covered to my neck with bubbles."
Suddenly, he had the image of bubbles bursting one by one around her big tits and with enough of them bursting for him to see her nipples. Suddenly, he had the image of bubbles bursting one by one over her pussy and allowing him to see her patch of trimmed, brown pubic hair. Suddenly, he had the image of him popping as many bubbles with his horny fingertip as it took to see his mother's naked body through the bath water.
"I'd like that," he said while wondering if she'd let him towel her dry when getting out of the tub.
Definitely, he'd be holding her to her offer of having him give her a bubble bath. With him helping her take a bubble bath, maybe she'd allow him to get in the tub too. After her bath, he could only imagine what it would feel like to wrap a plush towel around his naked mother while feeling her naked breasts, her naked ass, and her naked pussy through the thick cotton. Then, removing the towel from her naked body, he'd have her stand before him naked while he towel dried her hair.
"Oh, and I love the scene where his mother asks him to scratch her itch beneath her leg cast. Instead of scratching the itch she had from her cast, he scratched her sexual itch," she said looking up at him and smiling. "If you know what I mean," she said giving him a wink.
If he knows what she means? He knows exactly what she means. Is that what his mother wants him to do? Does she want him to scratch her itch? Does she want him to masturbate her in the way he always wanted his mother to masturbate him. If it means his mother returning the sexual favor by touching and feeling his cock, he'd definitely feel her big tits and finger her erect nipples. If it means his mother returning the sexual favor and masturbating him, he'd definitely masturbate her too. If it means his mother returning the sexual favor by blowing him, he'd lick her pussy while fingering her pussy.
# # # Lady of Erotica # # #
Giving him even more insight into his mother's sexual thoughts, now that he was finally paying attention to her sexual wants, needs, and desires instead of only his own, he finally understood her. In the way she seemingly enjoyed spanking his naked ass with her paddle and enjoyed watching him masturbate and watching him ejaculate, she enjoyed watching the lawyer in The Secretary brutalize his secretary. In the way that James Spader, as Mr. Grey, sexually abused Miss Holloway, played by Maggie Gyllenhaal, by cumming all over her naked ass, maybe his mother wants him to brutalize her too.
"What's your favorite scene in The Secretary, Mom?"
She looked up at him and smiled.
"Oh, my God, I love the scene where he asks her to pull her skirt up to her waist and pull her panties and pantyhose down to her ankles. Then, instead of him feeling her ass and/or fingering her pussy, he unzips himself, takes out his cock, masturbates, and ejaculates all over her naked ass," she said. "Oh, my God, that was so hot. Every time I watch that seen, I touch myself," she said looking at him as if she wanted him to sexually touch her.
He couldn't wait to watch that movie next. He wondered if his mother would touch herself in front of him, in the way he masturbates in front of her, while watching the scene of Mr. Grey masturbating on Miss Holloway's naked ass. He wondered if she wanted him to lift up nightgown, pull out his cock, masturbate himself, and ejaculate his cum all over her naked ass. Of course, he'd rather ejaculate all over her naked tits and/or in her mouth than on her naked ass.
"If you'd like Mom, I can do that for you," he said suddenly getting so very sexually excited over what he was going to say next. "Bending you over the couch, I'd pull up your nightgown, masturbate myself, and ejaculate all over your naked ass," he said slowly and gently pulling up her nightgown beneath the throw.
While he rested his horny hand on her naked thigh, she looked up at him again to give him a sexy smile and a naughty look.
"I bet you'd love to cum all over Mommy's ass, wouldn't you?"
Suddenly losing his ability to speak, he let out his one word answer.
"Yes," he said breathlessly while so wanting to kiss her, French kiss her, while feeling her big tits and fingering her erect nipples.
She gave him another sexy smile.
"Oh, and I like the scene at the end where James Spader gives Maggie Gyllenhaal a bath. Oh, my God, that scene is so hot," she said waving her face with her hand. "It's so sexually erotic for a man to bathe a woman."
'Oh, my God, with her favorite scene in Spanking the Monkey, the shower scene and her favorite scene in The Secretary, the bath scene, she must want him to give her a shower and/or a bath,' he thought.
"If only you'd allow me, I'd would love to bathe you, Mom," he said looking at her as if she was sitting there naked and already wet.
With her nightgown already raised to nearly her waist, in the way she left her hand on his bulging, throbbing cock, he left his hand on her shapely naked thigh. Ever so slowly, inch by stealthy inch, he moved his hand from the side of her thigh to the top of her thigh. Ever so slowly, inch by stealthy inch, he rested his hand between her thighs. Every so slowly, inch by stealthy inch, he raised the back side of his hand until his hand was tickled by her pubic hair.
"Bathe me?" She laughed a loud, melodious laugh. "I bet you would."
# # # Lady of Erotica # # #
Finally, when they came to the shower scene in the movie, Spanking the Monkey, with his arm draped across his mother's shoulders, she reached her hand up to take his hand in her hand. She pulled his hand down more for his arm to rest across her big breasts. Then, after a while, with her getting more comfortable, she slouched down to rest her head on his lap.
'Oh, my God, her mouth is only inches away from my cock. If only my cock would free itself from my pajama bottoms now, I wonder if she'd take my erect prick in her hand before taking it in her mouth,' he thought while staring down at his mother's beautiful mouth.
When she slouched down like that, she pulled his arm down with her. Now his arm rested across her breasts. Obviously, his mother didn't know that men have tit feelers all over their bodies and, as if feeling her tits with his horny hands, he felt her tits with his horny forearm. She had big, firm breasts. He loved his mother's big tits.
Now with his mother's head in his lap, his throbbing erection pulsated against her cheek. If she turned her head only slightly, his big prick would be pulsating against her lips. If only his erect cock would make a surprise appearance from out of his pajama pee hole, he'd love to give her an up close look at his prick. If his mother would fall asleep with her mouth open, he'd impale her open mouth with his cock.
He'd love for his mother to give him a sleeping blowjob. He'd love to cum in his mother's mouth while she slept. Just as he thought that, his errant cock escaped from his pajama bottom. As if she was catching a fly in midair flight, she caught his naked erection out the corner of her eye and reached her hand out to harness it. As long as she blew him, as long as she sucked his cock and swallowed his cum, he wouldn't care if she pretended she was sleeping, drunk, or incestuously crazy.
He couldn't believe it. Just as he hoped it would, his erect prick popped out of his pajama pee hole. As soon as his cock made a surprise appearance, as he hoped it would and as he hoped she would, his mother wrapped her long, manicured fingers around hid prick. She moved it out of the way of her line of vision.
'Oh, my God,' he thought. 'My mother is holding my cock.'
"You're erection is blocking my vision," she said with a dirty laugh.
Not letting go of his prick, she held his hard throbbing cock in her hand. He couldn't believe his mother was holding his cock. He couldn't believe his penis was in his mother's hand. He only wished she'd stroke it before taking it in her mouth to suck it.
'Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God,' after four long years of exposing himself to her and masturbating in front of her, he couldn't believe his mother was finally holding his cock in her hand.
Encouraged now by her taking hold of his erection, he rested his hand on her big breast. In the way his cock throbbed against her cheek, her erect nipple impaled the palm of his hand. Afraid to feel her tit, squeeze her tit, finger her nipple, and/or even move his hand, he kept his hand motionlessly in contact with his mother's breast. Unable to stop himself, he blurted what he was thinking while staring down at his hand.
"You have big tits, Mom," he said.
She looked up at him before looking down at his hand.
"Thank you," she said. "And you have a big cock," she said giving his hard prick a motherly squeeze. Then, she looked up at him again with a look of curiosity. "Something that I never asked you, what's breast size preference? Do you prefer A cup, B cup, C cup, or larger?"
She continued staring up at him while waiting for him to answer. Knowing she was a large C cup, after sometimes holding her brassiere while masturbating himself, maybe even a small D cup, he told her what she wanted to hear. Besides, what she wanted to hear coincided with his preference for breast size.
"C cup or larger is my preference," he said.
She looked down at his hand again before looking up at him to give him a warm, motherly smile.
"I don't mind if you feel my breasts and finger my nipples, Michael," she said. "I find it relaxing for you to touch me in that comforting way. It's been such a long time since anyone has felt my tits and fingered my nipples."
Comforting way? Sexual way and incestuous way, is what she, no doubt, means. Whether to him or to her, the last thing he'd call feeling his mother's tits is comforting. If anything, he'd call feeling her breasts sexually exciting.
He slid a slow and purposeful hand across his mother's nipple before feeling her breasts and fondling her breasts. Then, back tracking his hand, he ever so gently fingered her nipples, first one and then the other. As soon as he touched her nipples with his fingertip, her nipples responded by erecting themselves bigger and harder. As soon as he touched her nipples with his fingertips, giving her a hint, his cock pulsated and throbbed against in her hand.
"Oh, Michael, you're so hard. After watching you expose your cock to me and while watching you masturbate yourself, I always wanted to touch you and to hold you," she said. She looked up at him as if asking his permission to touch him, hold him, and hopefully masturbate him. "You have such a beautiful penis," she said taking his erection to her lips and kissing his cock. "Sorry this movie makes me so horny," she said ever so slowly stroking his penis.
'Oh, my God, are you kidding me? My mother just kissed the head of my cock,' he thought while watching her kiss his stiff prick again and again.
In the way he fingered her nipple, she fingered the head of his cock. Then, ever so slowly, she started stroking him before stroking him faster. He couldn't believe his mother was giving him a hand job. If she continued stroking him, she'd make him cum. If she made him cum, with her head still in his lap and her face right there, he'd cum all over her face and hopefully in her mouth.
"Mom," he said unable to say anymore.
She stared down at his erect prick again before kissing the head of his cock again and again.
"What? Would you rather I not touch you?"
He let out a big, sexually excited sigh.
"Are you kidding me? Oh, the contrary. Instead of only touching me, I wish you'd suck me," he said.
As soon as he said that, he couldn't believe he said that. Hoping he didn't pressure her and rush her to suck him, he hoped he didn't ruin their first real, sexual encounter. Yet, as soon as he said that, removing all doubt from his mind that he ruined their first time together, she took him in her mouth. While staring up at him with her big, beautiful, brown eyes, his mother was sucking his cock. His mother was blowing him. He couldn't believe his mother was blowing him.
When she moved her body more to side, the throw slipped from her shapely hips. With her nightgown resting above her thighs and nearly up to her waist, her naked ass and pussy were exposed to his horny eyes. His mother's cunt was right there. He couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's cunt. He reached his hand down to touch his mother where no son should ever touch their mother.
"Touch me, Michael," she said moving his hand to her cunt and filling his hand and with her trimmed, brown pussy. "Masturbate me. Make me cum," she said removing his cock from her mouth to speak before taking his stiff prick in her mouth again.
She took his cock in her mouth again and continued sucking him. While she sucked his cock, he rubbed her clit and fingered her pussy. She was already so wet, so very wet. She removed his cock from her mouth to watch him finger her pussy. As soon as he started masturbating her pussy, she returned his cock to her mouth and sucked him again.
"Oh, Mom," he said. "That feels so good."
She sucked him deeper while stroking him harder. He so wanted to cum in his mother's mouth.
"I want you to cum in my mouth, Michael but before you do, eat me. Lick me, Michael. Lick me. Make me cum with your tongue and your fingers," she said sitting up to remove her nightgown. "Ever since I've been watching you masturbate yourself, ever since the first time I watched you cum, I've always wanted you to eat my pussy. I've always imagined your tongue licking me. I always wanted you to make me cum too," she said.
In just one quick swipe, she removed her nightgown in the way he always imagined and wanted to pull her nightgown over her head and remove it. She was naked. His mother was naked. After all the years of teasing and incestuously playing by her stripping him naked, exposing himself to her, and masturbating himself for her, he couldn't believe she was sitting next to him on the couch naked.
She folded her nightgown and placed it beneath her hips to not get the couch wet. Her tits were so big and seemed so much bigger than a C cup. Definitely, she looked more like a D cup. As soon as he saw his mother's naked breasts, he moved his head down to suck her erect nipples. He couldn't believe he was sucking his mother's tits just as he couldn't believe she just sucked his cock. Now, he couldn't believe that he was about to eat his mother.
He moved between his mother's legs to explore her wet pussy with his finger before impaling her warm pussy with his tongue. She was already so very wet and she filled his nostrils with her musky, sexual aroma. Moving his mouth closer, he licked her while rubbing her clit. He licked her while reaching up to feel her big breasts and finger he nipples. In the way he couldn't believe his mother was stroking and sucking his cock, he couldn't believe he was fingering and licking his mother's pussy.
Licking and licking her while fingering her deeper and rubbing her clit a little harder, she was so sexually excited. Licking and licking her while feeling her tits and fingering her nipples, he was determined to make his mother cum. He wanted to give her a beautiful orgasm with his mouth so that she could give him a beautiful orgasm with her mouth too.
"Oh, my God, Michael. Don't stop. You're going to make me cum," she said lifting her hips off the couch to impale his mouth with her pussy. "Lick me, Michael. Lick me. Stick your fingers deeper inside of me while rubbing my clit harder and faster."
Licking and licking her while fingering, he continued licking her while fingering her. As soon as he reached up his hand to play with her big tits and finger her erect nipples again, his mother immediately became more sexually excited. Licking her faster, he rubbed her clit harder, and fingered her pussy deeper. Licking and licking her, he ate his mother as if he was licking his cream pie dessert.
Then, when she stiffened her body and straightened her legs, he knew she was on the verge of cumming. Her nipples were so hard and erect. Licking her harder while rubbing her faster, she tightened her whole body in orgasmic pleasure.
"God, Mom, I love licking your pussy. I love eating your cunt," he said.
As soon as he talked dirty to his mother, she grabbed him by his hair and mashed his face in her pussy.
"Oh, Michael. Don't stop licking me. Rub my clit harder. Lick me faster. Stick two fingers inside me. I'm cumming. I'm cumming, Michael. I'm cumming."
She stayed like that with his mouth up against her pussy while he continued licking her and fingering her. When she pushed him away, he stopped. Instead of basking in the afterglow of sex, she sat up on the couch and took him by his hand.
"Where are we going?"
She gave him a sexy smile.
"You need to make love to me. You need to fuck your mother. I've been waiting for four, long, sexually frustrating years for you to make the next move," she said.