Michael masturbates while imagining his mother naked and having sex with her on Valentine's Day.
With his mind and body imagining having sex with Kim, Michael was lost in another world of sexual depravity. He was lost in the world of forbidden sex with his best friend who was now his imagined lover and who happened to be his mother. Masturbating himself, he imagined his mother in her bra and panties. He imagined his mother in one of her sexy nightgowns. He imagined his mother topless before imagining her naked.
Perhaps he was hearing things but he thought he heard footsteps before he heard a familiar sound. It was an unmistakable sound of the latch of his lock as if someone had turned his doorknob before hearing his doorknob turn. Undeniably, he heard his door squeak open.
Someone else was in his room. He lived with his mother but that couldn't be her. Yet, with him living with only his mother, that had to be her. Who else could it be?
Home alone in the house, the reason for him to have sex with his beloved Kimberly so freely, so vocally, so loudly was because his mother had left to check on a sick neighbor and would be gone for a long while. Obviously, she returned much sooner than expected. Obviously, his mother was standing in his bedroom watching him having sex with himself.
'This is too good to be true. My Mom is in my room watching me having sex. I don't believe my Mom is in my room watching me masturbating,' he thought while pretending that he didn't know she was there.
He continued stroking himself while wishing she'd stroke him.
'Now or never, it's time that I give her a real, sexy, sexual show,' he thought. 'For her to remain in my room while watching me masturbating, she must be as horny and as sexually frustrated as I am. For her to remain in my room while watching me having sex with myself, she must sexually want me in the way that I've always sexually wanted her. It's time that I show her what she's missing by not having sex with me and by not allowing me to have sex with her.'
Now that he knew his mother was standing in his room watching him while he was stroking himself, his sexual excitement increased tenfold. His MILF of a mother was in his room. His MILF of a mother was watching him masturbating. His MILF of a mother was staring at his erection. He never thought his MILF of a mother would be as interested in seeing him naked as he wished he could see her naked. He never thought his MILF of a mother would watch him masturbating in the way that he wished he could watch her masturbating.
"Mom, I love you. I want you. I need you," he said stroking himself a little faster and harder.
Now that she knows that he was masturbating over her, unable to open his eyes to look, not wanting to embarrass her to make her to leave, he didn't want her to know that he knew she was there watching. Besides, too focused on receiving an imagined blowjob from Kim and too near to ejaculating a load of his cum in Kimberly's beautiful mouth, he needed to stay focused and to keep his eyes closed while enjoying his long-awaited blowjob. He just needed to hump her mouth a little more and fuck her face a little longer for him to cum.
Not wanting his mother to ruin this incestuous show now, he'd deal with whatever the repercussions of his sexual actions were with his mother later. Besides, she was the one who invaded his privacy by barging in his room without knocking. She was the one who stayed to watch without making her presence known. She was the one who should be embarrassed and not him. If she wanted to see his cock in sexual action, then he was more than happy to show his mother his cock in sexual action. Perhaps, after he's done having sex with himself, his mother would be next.
Now that he suspected she was here watching, hoping she didn't leave, he wanted her to stay. He didn't want to spook his mother and embarrass her into leaving by opening his eyes and acknowledging her presence before he climaxed. Now wanting to give her a real, incestuous show, glad that she was seeing his erect prick, he hoped she'd stay long enough to watch him cum. Giving him more reason to cum, as much as he wanted to cum for Kimberly, he wanted to cum for his mother too. He wanted his mother to watch him shoot a load of cum in Kimberly's imagined mouth.
Sexually excited while imagining that Kim was blowing him, he was even more sexually excited that his mother was there watching him having sex with her. He'd love nothing more than to cum for his mother. He'd love nothing more than for his Mom to watch him cum in Kim's imagined mouth before giving her a cum bath. He'd love nothing more for his mother to become sexually aroused over watching him having sex over the imagine vision of her. He'd love nothing more than to cum for his mother in the hope that she'd want to have sex with him too.
"Wow, how hot would that be to have sex with my mother on Valentine's Day," he said sexually teasing his mother? "How hot would that be for her to blow me and for me to cum in her mouth?"
Just to make sure it was her and not someone else, he opened his eyes a crack. He opened his eyes just enough to see that his mother was standing inside of his opened bedroom doorway while staring at his exposed prick. As if mesmerized by the sexual sight by his engorged cock, his mother was in his bedroom watching while he imagined she was sucking his stiff prick. His mother was in his bedroom watching him having sex with her. As if she was in shock, never removing her eyes from his engorged prick, she motionlessly stood in his bedroom watching him having sex with himself.
"Oh, Kim. Suck my prick. Suck it. Blow me, Kim. Blow me. I'm cumming for you, Kimberly," he said now playing for his mother's sexual pleasure as much he was playing for his own sexual pleasure while humping Kim's willing mouth and fucking her beautiful face.
Too immersed in sexual passion, he not only didn't care that his mother was in his room watching but also he was glad that she was in his room watching. He was sexually excited that she was watching him receiving a blowjob from her and was about to see him cum. Besides, too late to stop the volcanic eruption even if he tried, unable to stop himself from cumming in his mother's imagined mouth, she'd soon see him shooting his load of warm cum in her more than willing mouth.
As soon as he imagined Kim saying that she wanted him to cum in her mouth, make her his woman, his sexual slave, his cum slut, and give her a cum bath, he was ready to cum in her mouth. Now with a double dose of sexual pleasure, thrilled that his mother was in his bedroom watching him having sex with her, he couldn't wait to cum for her too. Not embarrassed nor ashamed, he didn't care that his mother was watching him ready to ejaculate his cum in her mouth. Shocked that she was still there watching him having sex, he replayed everything over in his mind.
If he felt anything, he was sexually excited this his mother was intently watching him having sex. If he felt anything, he was sexually excited that she was watching him getting a blowjob. If he felt anything, he was sexually excited that his mother was staring at his naked prick. Now that she was still in his room watching, hoping she wouldn't leave but would stay to watch him cum, he wanted to cum for his mother. He needed to cum for his mother. In the way that he'd love to watch and hear his mother cum, he wanted this mother to watch and hear him cum.
Wondering if she masturbated, he wondered if she imagined that he was having sex with her in the way that he had imagined having sex with her while masturbating himself so very many times. Curious about her reaction to witnessing him masturbating over the thoughts of her, with his mother so straight laced, morally modest, and religious, he wondered what she'd say when broaching the subject with her later. He wondered what she'd say about the huge elephant in the living room or like everything else, if she'd pretend him having sex with her and in front of her never happened.
Yet, now that she was still there standing in his room and staring, he wondered if she was just as sexually aroused watching him having sex with himself as he was sexually aroused with her watching him masturbating. Maybe later, with his sexual show inspiring her incestuous thoughts and forbidden feelings, she'd masturbate herself over all that she saw of him. Maybe later, with his sexual show inspiring her incestuous thoughts and forbidden feelings, she'd want to have sex with him too. Maybe later she'd want him to lick her pussy before fucking her pussy and before sucking his cock. If only she would, then he would too.
"I'm cumming, Kim. I'm cumming. I need to make you my woman. I need to make you my sexy bitch. I need to make you my sexual slave. I need to make you my cum slut," he said. "Suck me, Kim. Blow me. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth, Mom."
Hoping to elicit a reaction from his mother with his dirty talk, he couldn't believe he ever so quietly heard her voice her sexual excitement.
"Oh, my," he heard her involuntarily mumble so softly under her breath. "Oh, my."
Now that he hooked her, not letting her off the hook now but reeling her in, he continued his sexy pillow talk with his beloved Kimberly.
"I can't wait to cum in your beautiful mouth, Kim, and watch you swallow my cum. I can't wait to shoot a second load of cum all over your pretty face, in your lush, blonde hair, and across your big, naked breasts. I can't wait to give you a cum bath," he said with sexual excitement. "You're such an incredible cocksucker, Mom. Suck me, Mom, suck me. Blow me, Mom, blow me. Make me cum. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth," he said as if his mother was really blowing him.
With him imagining that Kim was still stroking him while sucking him, he was ready to cum. Unable to hold back the gush any longer, yet, instead of cumming in Kimberly's mouth, he shot a huge, warm, sticky load of cum all over his chest, his stomach, and his hand. Instead of giving Kimberly a cum bath, he gave himself a cum bath. By far, the most cum he had ever ejaculated, this was the best masturbation session he ever had while imagining having sex with his mother, Kimberly.
"Mom! Mom! That was unbelievable, Mom. Oh, my God, Mom. Oh, my God," he said goading her. "Mom! Mom! You're such an incredible cocksucker, Mom," he said baiting her. "That was the best blowjob I ever had," he said.
Remaining on his back with his eyes closes and his hand around his erect prick while still stroking himself, he continued pretending that he was embroiled in his sexual fantasy of having sex with his mother while his mother gave him a blowjob.
"Oh, my," he heard her softly whisper again. "Oh, my."
Laying it on thick, he hoped to make his mother sexually aroused enough for her to have sex with him. Laying it on thick again, shocked that she stayed to watch his masturbation show, he was glad she didn't leave. He was glad she saw him cum. Maybe she was as sexually excited seeing him cum over the thoughts of having sex with her as he was sexually excited that she saw him cum over the thoughts of having sex with her.
"Oh, Kim, I can't believe you allowed me to lick and finger your pussy. I can't believe you allowed me to make love to you before fucking you. If that wasn't enough, I can't believe you blew me and allowed me to cum in your beautiful, motherly mouth before allowing me to give you a cum bath. I can't wait to give you a bubble bath and a sexy, full body massage. I can't wait to sleep with you," he said. "Incestuous sex was the best Valentine's Day gift you could have ever given me, Mom. I love you, need you, and want you, Mom."
Still keeping his eyes closed as if he was dreaming, he continued stroking himself to leak out the rest of his cum from his erect prick.
"Oh, my God," he heard her involuntarily say so quietly under her breath. "This is unbelievable," he heard her softly whisper. "I can't believe my son sexually wants me."
Unable to leave, she remained frozen in place while watching her son stroking his prick. Curious what she was doing, he snuck another peek of his mother. She was touching herself with her eyes closed. He couldn't believe she was sexually touching herself while watching him sexually touching himself. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He saw her fingering her right nipple with her left hand though her blouse and bra while her right hand was buried beneath her short skirt and fingering her pussy through her panties.
'Wow, something I never thought I'd ever see,' he thought. 'My Mom is masturbating herself while watching me masturbate myself. Maybe there's hope for me to have sex with her yet.'
Obviously, a telling sign, she was masturbating herself while he was masturbating himself. Obviously, he had sexually aroused her enough to masturbate herself. Obviously, she was just as sexually excited watching him masturbate and watching him cum as he was sexually excited with her watching him masturbate and watching him cum. Hopefully, now, that his incestuous lust for her is out in the open, she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.
With him having a private audience of one, as if he was masturbating in his sleep while sexually fantasizing having sex with his mother, he continued roleplaying while stroking his stiff prick. Now that he made his masturbation more graphically personal by calling her by name and vocally including her in his sexual fantasy, he was not only sexually satisfied but also sexually excited that she stayed to watch his whole, masturbation show. He was sexually excited that she watched him cum.
Yet, when he should have been ashamed and embarrassed that his mother not only caught him masturbating but also now knew that he was masturbating over her, instead he was sexually excited. If anything, he was glad that the incestuous lust he had for his mother was now revealed. Perhaps, with her now knowing that he sexually wanted her, she was free to have sex with him. Perhaps, with her now knowing that he sexually wantsedher, instead of just teasing him with up-skirt views of her panties and down-blouse views of her cleavage and bra, she'd flash him her topless and/or naked body.
'How hot is that? My MILF of a mother saw my naked, erect prick. My MILF of a mother stayed in my room while watching me masturbate myself. My MILF of a Mom started masturbating herself while watching me stroking my prick. My sexy, divorced Mom watched me cum all over myself in the way that I'd love to cum in her mouth and all over her,' he thought. 'Now she knows that I want her. Now she knows that I masturbate over her. Now she knows that I want her to blow me. Now she knows that I want to make love to her before fucking her. Now she knows that I wish she'd have incestuous sex with me.'
"Mom, that was so frigging unbelievable," he said continuing his roleplaying for her sexual benefit. "I love you, Mom. I need you. I want you, Mom. You're the best, Mom. You're the best," he said with his eyes still closed as if talking in his sleep. "Kiss me, Mom. Kiss me. French kiss me. Oh, Mom. Oh, Mom," he said while imagining French kissing his mother again. "Oh, Mom, make love to me. Please have sex with me again."
Still holding his hard, dripping, erect cock in his hand, he opened his eyes to see his mother standing in his bedroom. Still staring at his expose prick, her left hand was on her right breast and her right hand was still beneath her short skirt but was now tucked inside her panties. With her mouth open and her eyes bulging out of her head, she was masturbating herself. His mother was masturbating herself over him masturbating himself over her. As soon as she saw him open his eyes, she closed her mouth, removed her hand from her breast, removed her hand from her panties, and fluffed down her short skirt.
In the way that she finally caught him masturbating to completion, he wished he could catch her masturbating to completion too. Now he wished he had delayed opening his eyes. Maybe he would have heard and seen her cum. Yet, no longer hiding his sexual lust for her, now she knew that he sexually wanted her. Now she not only knew that he wanted her to suck his cock but also that he wanted to cum in her mouth and give her a cum bath too. Now she knew that he not only wanted to make love to her but also that he wanted to fuck her. Now she knew he wanted to have sex with his mother.
"Oh, my God, Michael. Sorry. Sorry. I'm so sorry, Michael. I heard you yell Kimberly. I thought there was something wrong. I thought you were calling me," she said staring at erect prick still leaking cum. "I didn't know. I didn't know that you were, um, sorry. I'm so sorry," she said turning a bright red.
As if she was tempted to walk to his bed and stroke him before sucking him and fucking him, she took one last, long look at his stiff penis before closing his bedroom door behind her.
* * * * *
Even though Michael was embarrassed having his mother catching him masturbating, what lessened the shame was him catching his mother masturbating. Now, eager to confront her, he was curious what her reaction was to watching him stroking his cock and cumming while imagining having sex with her. Yet, instead of facing the elephant in the room, something she always did with anything difficult, she'd no doubt sweep her son's sexual attraction to her under the rug. Nonetheless, making the best of an awkward situation, Michael was ready to celebrate Valentine's Day with his mother.
As embarrassed as he was sexually excited, hoping for a new chapter in their mother and son relationship by introducing mother and son incestuous sex, Michael cringed by his boldness of intentionally allowing his mother to catch him masturbating. He cringed by allowing her to watch him cum all over himself. He cringed by his audacity in allowing her to know that he not only was sexually and incestuously attracted to her but also that he wanted to have sex with her.
Yet, she was the one who opened his bedroom door without knocking. She was the one who entered his bedroom even though she saw that he was masturbating himself. Even better, his morally, modest and religious mother was masturbating herself while watching him masturbate himself. Perhaps, there's some hope of them sexually getting together after all. Maybe in the way that he sexually wanted her, she sexually wanted him.
'Wow, how awesome would that be to have sex with my mother on Valentine's Day,' he thought.
Just as he had hoped it would happen one day but completely unplanned to happen on Valentine's Day, his mother heard him call her, opened his bedroom door without knocking, and caught him masturbating. She not only saw his naked prick but also, she saw him stroking his prick. With her unembarrassed and unashamed, he still couldn't believe that she stayed to watch him stroke his cock. He sexually aroused her enough for her to sexually touch herself. He watched her masturbating her pussy while fingering her nipple. Just as he hoped she would, she stayed to watch him cum.
'Wow,' he thought. 'She heard me call her name. She saw my erect prick. She watched me stroking myself. She saw me cumming. She masturbated herself while watching me masturbate myself,' he thought while recapping all that happened in such a short while.
Still not believing what he saw, he saw her standing in his bedroom in shock while staring at his naked prick and watching him stroking himself. He couldn't believe she stayed to watch the entire masturbation show to watch him masturbate himself and ejaculate his cum all over himself. Even more unbelievable than her catching him masturbating, instead of leaving she stayed to watch. Even more unbelievable than her staying to watch, instead of leaving, she fingered her nipple through her bra and blouse while fingering her pussy through her panties. She masturbated herself while he masturbated himself.'Oh, my God. I still can't believe my Mom stayed to watch my masturbation show. I still can't believe she was masturbating herself while I was masturbating myself,' he thought.
Now encourage to make his incestuous move, he couldn't stop from remembering all that happened. When he opened his eyes a crack, just enough to see, he couldn't believe he saw his MILF of a mother watching him stroking himself. He couldn't believe she watched him cum all over himself in the way that he'd love to cum in her mouth and all over her. Now she knows that he masturbates himself while imagining having sex with her. Now she knows that he sexually wants her.
Hopefully, this is finally it, the beginning of a new incestuous relationship. Either she'd reject him as her perverted son or she'd embrace him as her incestuous lover. He didn't know. He had no idea but he hoped to find out tonight. Tonight was the night that he'd confront her. Tonight was the night that he'd make his sexual move on his mother.
Then, again, there's a lot in between being deemed her perverted son or her incestuous lover. Perhaps, she'd reject his incestuous advances. Yet, now that she knows that he sexually wants her, perhaps she'd continue to sexually tease him. Perhaps, whether unintentionally or deliberately, she'd continue flashing him her panties in up-skirt peeks and/or her cleavage and bra in down-blouse views. Perhaps, now that she knows that he wants to have sex with her, she'd flash him her naked breasts, her naked pussy, her naked ass, and/or even her naked body.
'Wow, I'd love to see my mother's naked ass, tits, and pussy,' he thought while making himself sexually aroused again.
Now not only did she see him masturbating, cumming, and heard him call her name but also she now knows that he's sexually attracted to her and masturbates over the thoughts of having sex with her. She knows that he wants to have sex with her. She knows that he sexually fantasizes about her blowing him while masturbating himself. She knows that he masturbates about him cumming in her mouth and giving her a cum bath. She knows that he wants to make love to her before fucking her hard, fast, and deep.
Yet, now that he allowed her to catch him masturbating, a two-edged sword, he regretted her knowing that he incestuously lusts over her. Perhaps, having prematurely played his hand, he confessed his incestuous desire for her before she confessed her sexual desire for him. With him no longer an 18-year-old boy but a 24-year-old man, and with so very many other women in the sea, he suddenly felt immaturely foolish for being sexually attracted to his mother.
He thought it a good idea for her to catch him masturbating before. Yet, now that she did and now that she knows his lustful, forbidden, sexual desire for her, he risked ruining the good relationship that he always enjoyed with his mother. Tainting the stew of trust and honesty by adding too much salt, he ruined losing his best friend and his confidant.
Now that the sexual lust passed of him deliberately exposing himself to his mother, how could he do such a thing? Now that he deliberately allowed her to catch him masturbating, why would he do such a thing? Is he that horny and that sexually attracted to his mother than he'd risk their friendship, their close relationship, and even her asking him to leave her house? Is he that desperate for sex that he must incestuously victimize and sexually abuse his own mother by masturbating in front of her while allowing her to now know that he wants to have sex with her?
Yet, something that surprised even him, she did voluntarily, willingly, and consensually stay to watch him stroking himself. She did masturbate herself while watching him masturbate himself. Obviously, she was just as horny and sexually frustrated as he is. Something he didn't know and wouldn't know until he confronted her, perhaps, she sexually wants him as much as he incestuously wants her.
Now, even if she submitted herself to him, he wondered if he'd go through with having sex with his mother. He wondered if she'd go through with having sex with him. Knowing his mother better, she'd never surrender her sexual will to him. Knowing his mother better, she'd never allow him to have his wicked, sexual, incestuous way with her sexy body. It's one thing to sexually fantasize about having incestuous sex with his mother but quite another thing to actual have incestuous sex with his mother.
Now that his masturbation show was over, now that the sexual heat had subsided, and now that he thought more about it, he shouldn't have exposed his naked prick to his mother. He shouldn't have masturbated in front of her. It was wrong for him to expose himself to her in that disgraceful way just as it was disgraceful for him to masturbate in front of her. How embarrassing is that for a 24-year-old man incestuously and inappropriately sexually lusting over his mother? Yet, with her not free of shame, she did touch herself too.
Nonetheless what happened this morning in a moment of sexual heat, what if his mother doesn't sexually want him in the way that he incestuously wants her and in the way that he hopes she sexually and incestuously wants him? Yet, undeniably, she did sexually touch herself while masturbating herself. Understandably, like mother, like son, perhaps, she was just as lonely as she was, no doubt, just as horny and sexually frustrated as he is.
Loser, he suddenly felt like such a loser. Embarrassed to see her, how could he face her now? How could he face her when she now knows that he loves her, needs her, sexually wants her, and masturbates over the thoughts of having sex with her? How could he celebrate Valentine's Day with her when she now knows that she is his Valentine?
Yet, even with him having guilty feelings, even though he felt shame, he was glad that he exposed his cock to her. He was glad that he gave her a masturbation show. He was glad that he allowed her to see him cum over the sexual thoughts of having sex with her. Perhaps, now that his incestuous feelings were out in the open, something would come of it. If nothing else, after his mother stayed to watch him cum while touching herself, he now had plenty of masturbation fodder.
* * * * *
Embarrassed and sexually excited by his atrocious actions at the same time, something he could never take back, it was over. Now she knows that his sexy MILF of a Valentine was his mother. How dorky was that? How perverted was that? Yet, he was glad that his sexual attraction to his mother was no longer the ignored elephant in the room. He was glad that his lust for her was literally and figuratively exposed by allowing her to not only see his cock and watch him stroking his cock but also to watch him cum while calling her name.
'I love you, Mom,' he thought, nonetheless and despite his embarrassment.
Only, he didn't care that she knows he sexually wants her. He had been incestuously lusting over his mother for six, long, sexually frustrating years, since he was 18-years-old, when his father left her for a much younger woman. Now that he was back home living with her after graduating college, wanting to get his sexual feelings out in the open, he needed to know if his mother shared his sexual attraction too. Tired of masturbating himself, he'd love for her to masturbate him. Tired of having sex with himself, he'd love to have sex with her.
Truth be told, if anything, he was sexually excited that she barged in his room without knocking and saw his erect prick. He was sexually excited that she stayed to watch him stroke his hard, hairy cock. He was sexually excited that she stayed to watch him ejaculate cum all over his chest, stomach, and hand. He was sexually excited that his mother was fingering her nipple through her blouse and bra and fingering her pussy through her panties while watching him masturbate himself. Now his mother knows that he masturbates over the thoughts of having sex with her, he was relieved that it was finally out in the open.
Now, with the ball in her court, he was free of his sexual secret. He only wished his mother had taken some tissues and wiped the cum from his naked body, hand, stomach, and chest. Instead of just staring, he wished his mother would have lick his cock clean and sucked his cock dry. He wished his mother would have taken the not so subtle hint, stripped herself naked, and had Valentine's Day sex with him. He wished his mother would have confessed her sexual attraction to him in the way that he graphically displayed and loudly verbalized his sexual attraction to her.
Despite his incestuous motives, a good sign, she could have knocked before opening his bedroom door but she didn't. She could have left his bedroom as soon as she saw his engorged, naked prick in his hand but she didn't. She could have left as soon as she saw him stroking himself faster and harder but she didn't do that either. She could have left as soon as she heard him call her name in sexual passion. Instead, seemingly sexually enamored with watching him masturbate as much as he was incestuously excited for her to watch him cum, she stayed to watch his complete masturbation show while she masturbated herself.
After he showered and dressed, begging her forgiveness, compassion, and understanding, he needed to go out to the living room and apologize to her. He needed to give his mother her Valentine's Day gifts and to celebrate Valentine's Day with her. Just as he had no one else but her in his life, she had no one else but him in her life either. Besides, he was curious to learn her reaction to seeing his engorged prick and catching him masturbate. He was curious to learn her reaction to watching him cum just as he was curious to know what she thought about him masturbating his incestuous lust over his thoughts of having sex with her.
Yet, even more than her catching him masturbating and cumming, a sight to behold, he couldn't believe she was fingering her nipple through her blouse and bra and fingering her pussy through her panties while watching him masturbate. Maybe there was some hope that she'd want him to finger her nipples and finger her pussy while he masturbated her, too. He wondered what she'd say or if she'd just sweep it under the rug as she did with everything else. Nonetheless, whatever she said or didn't say, not allowing her to ignore his sexual attraction to her, he still needed to apologize to her as his way to give her the opportunity to comment over all that she saw.Michael gives his beloved Valentine, his mother, her Valentine's Day gifts.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Mom," he said walking in the living room as if nothing had happened.
Acting as if she had never seen his naked, erect prick and saw him masturbating and cumming, he handed her flowers, candy, a card, and a gift-wrapped box. Still, just as he couldn't shake the image of his mother seeing him and hearing him masturbating over her, he couldn't shake the image of her masturbating over him. Ready to confront her to ask her reaction to seeing all that she saw, he hoped that this was the beginning of a beautiful, incestuous relationship.
Wishing she was his girlfriend, his lover, or his wife instead of his mother, he wished he could take her in his arms and French kiss her as he did in his sexual fantasy. Instead of giving her a deep, wet, lustful kiss, he gave her a respectful peck on the lips. He so wanted to part her lips while feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples through her blouse and bra. He so wanted to part her lips while reaching his horny hand beneath her short skirt to finger her pussy through her panties in the way he watched her doing in his bedroom. In the way that he wanted to masturbate her, he wanted her to masturbate him.
"Happy Valentine's Day to you, too, Michael," she said with a nervous and an ashamed, nervous, little smile.
Unable to remove the thought from his horny mind, he looked at her while recalling her fingering her nipple through her blouse and bra with one hand while her other hand was up her short skirt and buried inside her white panties. Suspecting that she didn't cum, he wondered how far she got in masturbating herself. He wondered how often she masturbated herself. He wondered if she thought about him when masturbating in the way that he thought about her when masturbating. He wondered if she was sexually frustrated. He wondered if she was as horny for him as he was always horny for her. He'd love nothing more than to finish masturbating his mother.
'I wonder what she's thinking,' he thought. 'I wonder if she's more embarrassed that I saw her touching herself than she is that she watched me masturbating myself and cumming. Maybe, in the way that I'm not embarrassed but sexually excited, maybe she's not embarrassed at all but sexually excited.'
She put the box of chocolates on the living room table and opened her card before leaving the room for the kitchen for a vase to put the flowers in water. Then, she returned to open her gift. Totally inappropriate if not sexually suggestive, even now that she knows his sexual attraction to her and his incestuous lust for her, she still looked surprised when she saw her son had given her a short, sheer, low-cut, sexy, nightgown from Victoria's Secret.
"Oh, my, Michael," she said blushing and looking at him as if she was already wearing the nightgown and was nakedly exposed. "If I wear this in front of you, you'll see all of me," she said with a laugh. "For me to wear this in front of you while maintaining my modesty and dignity, I'd have to wear a robe over this," she said with another, nervous, little laugh.
She handed him a gift, a watch. He opened it.
"Thank you," he said setting the time and putting on his wrist.
She gave him a warm smile.
"With you never wearing a watch but using the time on your Smartphone instead, you're always late for everything," she said with a laugh.
He suddenly looked as uncomfortable as she suddenly looked uncomfortable. Not wanting her to sweep it under the rug as she did with everything else, when she didn't bring up the elephant in the room, he did. Other than her being sexually aroused enough to touch herself and masturbate herself while watching him masturbate himself, he wanted to know what her reaction was to seeing his naked, erect prick. Whether good or bad, sexy or disgusted, he wanted to know what her reaction was to catching him masturbating and cumming.
If he had any hope of having an incestuous, sexual relationship with his mother, he needed to know what she was thinking. Needing to know if they were on the same, incestuous page, he needed to know what she was feeling. He needed to know if she had a sexual attraction to him in the way that he obviously had a sexual attraction to her. Only, with her never facing uncomfortable issues and, instead, always sweeping them under the rug, it was up to him to pressure her and coerce for the answers that he needed.
Now that he knows that she was sexually aroused enough to masturbate herself, he wondered if he rented a mother and son porn movie, if she'd watch it with him. With them both cuddling on the couch beneath the covers, he wondered if she'd touch herself again while thinking of having sex with him in the way that he'd think of having sex with her. How hot would that be if they masturbated together in the way that those Japanese mothers masturbated themselves with their sons while watching porn on those online videos?
"I'm sorry about that before, Mom," he said even though he wasn't sorry that she saw his cock, watched him stroke himself, heard him call her name, saw him cum, and now knows that he sexually wants her. "I'm so embarrassed," he said even though he was more sexually excited than he was embarrassed.
If anything, with the ball now in her court and her turn to play, he was relieved that his incestuous lust for his mother was now out in the open and hopefully up for discussion. Yet, with her acting unbothered and unflustered, as always she did about everything, even when his father drank to an excess and left her for Michael's ex-girlfriend, Jessica, as if dismissing what happened, she waved a hand of disinterest. Already a closed issue with her putting up her wall, he knew then that she wouldn't take this as her opportunity to voice her horniness, sexually frustration, and/or her sexual attraction to him.
"Don't worry. I didn't see anything that I haven't seen before," she said with a little laugh. "We're both mature adults and we all have sexual needs and fantasies," she said with a shrug as if seeing his erect, naked prick was no big deal.
'Don't worry? She didn't see anything that she hadn't seen before,' he thought while finishing his mother's sentence in his horny mind. 'She not only saw my erect, naked prick but also, she stared at my erect, naked prick? She watched me stroking myself. She heard me calling her name. She knows that I was masturbating over the thoughts of having incestuous sex with her. She saw me cumming', he thought. 'God, if I ever saw her naked pussy while she masturbated herself, I'd lose my mind in incestuous lust over my mother.'
He looked at her stunned that she was prepared to ignore his masturbation show and his admitted incestuous, sexual desire for her. If anything, he wanted to discuss it. If anything, he hoped she'd confess her sexual, incestuous attraction for him. If anything, hoping that all that she saw and all that she heard, a mother and son with benefits, would open the door to their sexual relationship.
'What does it take to get an honest answer from my mother? She acts as if she had seen my erect cock and had watched me masturbate and cum before. She acts if she already knew that I masturbated over her and wanted to have sex with her. Yet, while watching her fingering her nipple and her pussy through her clothes, I got to her. Unable for her to deny that reality, no matter how she suppressed it and tried to hide it, I sexually excited her. Only, I still don't know if she sexually wants me in the way that I incestuously want her. Perhaps, she was thinking of someone else while touching herself,' he thought.
Now that she mentioned it, while wondering what they were, he wondered about her sexual needs and her sexual fantasies. He wondered if she masturbated herself in the way that he always masturbated himself. Oddly enough, after hearing him call out her name, after barging in his room without knocking, after seeing him stroking his erection, and after watching him cum all over himself, she now looked at him differently than she ever did before. Hoping the perception of her look was correct, she now more looked at him as a man than as her son.
Sexually silent and incestuously forbidden, with hopefulness encouraging the sexual lust he had for his mother and with her giving him a look of interest, there was obviously a mutual sexual attraction between them. Now that she knows that he sexually wanted her enough to masturbate over her, unless he was reading her wrong, she looked at him more with sexual lust than with motherly love. Even giving him the sexual eye, she gave him that sexy, come-hither look that she gave him in his sexual fantasy.
Then, with her licking her lips and squirming in her seat, she gazed at him as if he had depressed her sexual on button. Yet, as quickly as she gave him a sexy, come-hither look, sadness melted away her sexual excitement. Forget about her being sexually excited, she was sad, terminally sad. Especially during the holidays, Christmas, New Year's, Valentine's Day, her birthday, her wedding anniversary, and Thanksgiving, his mother was sad. She was always sad. Sidetracked by too many memories of her ex-husband, his father, she was always sad lately. What else is new?
Sad since his father left her for Jessica, his ex-girlfriend, he wondered if she was sad because of her ex-husband leaving her for his girlfriend. He wondered if she was sad because she was lonely, horny, and/or sexually frustrated. He wondered if she was sad because she knew that he was sexually attracted to her. He wondered if she was sad because he not only exposed himself to her but also masturbated and ejaculated in front of her. Maybe, she was sad, this time, because she felt guilty that she stayed to watch. Maybe, she was sad, this time, because she was embarrassed that he saw that he had sexually excited her enough for her to touch herself.
Perhaps taken away with forbidden, incestuous lust, maybe she was sad because she now wanted to have sex with him in the way that he wanted to have sex with her. Alas, unable to read her mind, he didn't know why she was sad. He had no idea what changed her mood from happy to sad. Tired of her being sadly depressed, all he knew was that he needed to make his mother happy.
All he knew was that she had been sad a lot lately and that if only for a moment, after he had sexually excited her, he eased her sadness. If only for a moment, making her forget her sadness, he had her thinking of something else other than her divorce and someone else other than her ex-husband. Wishing he could erase her sadness with sex, she could definitely ease his horniness with sex. Yet, who knows, she may have been thinking of her ex-husband instead of her son when she was sexually touching herself?
Then, as quickly as she was sexually excited, she was sad again. As if depressing the sexually off button, she changed from being sexually excited to falling sadly depressed again. Instead of gazing at him with sexual excitement, after looking at him in that sexually forbidden, sexually inappropriate, and incestuous way, she looked at him with sorrow. While wondering what she was thinking, he had no idea what suddenly happened to change her mood. He wondered if she felt guilty for staying to watch him masturbate himself and for becoming sexually aroused while watching him cum.
'Usually the other way around with a mother sexually exciting her son, a son sexually exciting his mother was a new spin on his need for incestuous sex,' he thought. 'How hot was that for her to be so sexually excited to masturbate herself in front of him? How hot would that be for his mother to put the incestuous, sexual moves on him?'
The last thing he wanted was for her to feel sad or sexually guilty for whatever incestuous thoughts and/or feelings that he hoped she had for him. In the way that he always felt sexually excited for the incestuous thoughts and feelings that he had for her, he hoped she'd feel that same way too. In the way that he wished he could act on his incestuous, sexual impulses and feelings, he wished his mother would act on her incestuous, sexual impulses and feelings too, if that's what they were and if that's what she had.
Hoping to rid his mother of her sadness and her guilt, he wanted to comfort her and show her that she was loved on Valentine's Day, this special day of love, romance, affection, and sex. A loving son finally alone with his beautiful, sexy, MILF of a mother, maybe with him not having special someone on Valentine's Day, tonight may not be the bust that he thought it would be. Now that she knows that he sexually wanted her, perhaps, she'd surprised him by showing him that she sexually wanted him too.
'How perfect would my life be shacking up with and having sex with my Mom?'
Perhaps, having a better chance of having sex with her, he looked at her while wishing she was someone else's mother. He wished she was a MILF of a cougar he had picked up at a bar and invited home.
'If she was someone else's mother, with us having no guilt, no shame, and no remorse, we'd have no problem having sex. I love you, Mom,' he thought. 'Only, I wouldn't want to have sex with some, mature stranger in the way that I want to have sex with my mother. Having hot sex with some cougar of a woman is not nearly the same as having incestuous sex with my mother.'
Unable to stop his incestuous thoughts from flooding his mind, especially after she watched him masturbating and cumming, he thought about kissing her. He thought about touching and feeling her through her clothes while French kissing her. He thought about stripping her naked and making love to her before fucking her. He thought about eating and fingering her pussy before she stroked and sucked his cock. Breaking his heart to see her looking so sad, he imagined erasing her terminal sadness with his terminal horniness by giving his mother incestuous sex and multiple, sexual orgasms with his finger, his tongue, and his cock.
"Mom? What is it? What's wrong? Tell me," he said pausing while hoping she'd ask him to strip naked and give her sex. "Maybe I can help."
* * * * *
Just as he thought of her asking him to strip naked and give her sex, he thought of asking her to allow him to strip her naked and give him sex.
'Being that you offered to help, would you be too much to ask you to strip naked before giving me sex?' He imagined her asking him what he was thinking. 'Of course, Mother,' he imagined replying. 'It would be my sexual pleasure to strip you naked and give you sex,' he thought while having both sides of such a ridiculous conversation in his head. 'Alas, just as she'd never ask me to strip her naked, she'd never ask me to give her sex,' he thought.
Michael looked at his mother with as much sexual lust as he looked at her with love, concern, and worry. Anyone who was as beautiful and as sexy as she was should never look sad. Anyone who was as beautiful and as sexy as she was should never be alone. Anyone who was as beautiful and as sexy as she was should never be without a man giving her love, sex, and romance especially on today, Valentine's Day.
Yet, with her finally rid of her asshole of an ex-husband and with him free of his whore of an ex-girlfriend, she looked so sad when she should look so happy. Whenever she looked sad, he wanted to hold her, hug her, and help her through her sadness with love and sex, of course. Whenever she looked sad, he wanted to give her sex. Only, expressly forbidden, the kind of love that he wanted to give his mother was what a man would give a woman and not what a son should give his mother. The kind of sex that he wanted to give his mother was incestuous, forbidden, and even illegal in some states and countries.
Waiting for her to tell him what was the matter, he looked at her while already knowing why she was so sad on of all days Valentine's Day. What used to be her favorite holiday was ruined after his father left her for a much younger woman, his cunt of an ex-girlfriend, Jessica. Willing to do anything to cheer her up, even have sex with her, especially having sex with her, he wished there was something that he could do to make his mother feel better.
Only, not very sexually experienced, even though she was his mother, he knew little about women, especially older women. Besides, suddenly feeling like the pervert that he obviously was for sexually lusting over his mother, exposing himself to her, and masturbating and cumming in front of her, it was impossibly difficult for him to put his incestuous, sexual feelings aside. Whatever he wanted to do for his mother was more of what he wanted to do for himself.
He'd love to offer to give her a sexy, Valentine's Day massage but, while trying to sneak peeks of her nearly naked body, he knew he'd be touching her and feeling her in places where he shouldn't touch and feel his mother. He'd love to draw her a bubble bath but he'd be trying to sneak peeks of her naked body in between the bubbles. Other than to buy her flowers, candy, champagne, and a sexy nightgown which he did, he didn't know what else to do to make her smile.
For her to make him smile, all she had to do was to model the sexy nightgown that he bought her for Valentine's Day. Only with the nightgown so short, so low-cut, so sheer, and so sexy, with her showing him more of her shapely body than he had ever seen before, unless he got her drunk, she'd never model her nightgown for him. Especially now that she knows that he was sexually attracted to her, she'd be playing with fire to tease and encourage his incestuous lust and inappropriate sexual behavior by showing him any part of her beautiful, forbidden body.
"Wrong? There's nothing wrong," said Kimberly looking up at him while forcing a sad, little smile. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me," she said with a shrug. "I'm just feeling a little blue. Now that Valentine's Day is nearly over, holidays do that to me. Once this holiday is out of the way, because I'm alone, lonely, and without a man in my life, they'll be some anniversary or some memory that will make me feel sad all over again. Other than to go to work and go food shopping, I don't go anywhere and/or do anything."
Obviously, she wasn't fine. Obviously, she was lonely. Now he felt guilty for not taking her out on the town. He'd love to take his mother parking after taking her to dinner and to see a movie. He'd love to make out with his mother in the front seat of his car. Yet, how would that look, him taking his mother out on a romantic date while hoping for and expecting her to give him sex?
She looked so sad. She looked as if she was about to burst into tears. Obviously, there was something seriously wrong. Maybe, her sadness wasn't from what he suspected it was from but from something else. Maybe, just as there was nothing that he could do to make her happy, there was nothing that he had done to make her sad.
He wondered if it was her health. Maybe, she wasn't feeling well. Maybe, she had some bad news. Perhaps, someone she knew had taken ill or had died. If her only issue was not having a man in her life, she had him. She could always depend on him to be there for her. She could always depend on him to give her love, understand, kindness, and sex, especially sex.
With him her doting son, willing to fill that role and do anything for her, as much as he was willing to fill all his mother's holes, he could be her man. Only, with him sexually lusting over her, exposing himself to her, masturbating in front of her, and cumming, maybe she was disappointed in him. In the way that he more thought of his mother as his forbidden lover instead of his mother, maybe she more thought of him as her son instead of as her forbidden lover. Yet, a good sign, she was sexually aroused enough to touch herself and start to masturbate herself while watching him masturbate and cumming.Michael couldn't remove the image of his mother standing in his bedroom watching him masturbating just as he ejaculated a huge load of cum all over himself. He couldn't remove the image of his mother becoming sexually aroused enough to finger her nipple through her blouse and bra and reach her hand beneath her skirt and inside her panty to finger her pussy. Needing to blame his sudden burst of masturbation on something, he blamed his incestuous lust on watching too many mother and son, X-rated, porn videos. Needing to blame his sudden burst of masturbation on something, he blamed his incestuous lust on reading too many mother and son erotica.
He loved reading mother and son incest stories, especially real stories, seemingly true stories, and especially those stories that were more erotic than pornographic. He loved reading mother and son stories that sounded as if they really did happen or could have happened. He blamed his recent burst of incestuous lust for his mother because of the story he read several nights ago on Literotica, by SusanJillParker, Mom Sleeps with Son on Christmas. Something that he'd love to do with his mother for Valentine's Day, sleep with her, because the story was so well written and seemingly plausible, he connected with the story in such a deeply personal and profound way.
The obvious reason he lusted over his mother now more than ever before was because of that erotic story. With SusanJillParker such a talented and modest writer, that was such a hot story, so hot that he had been masturbating himself over it for three days and nights. Now, as if he was experiencing déjà vu, he felt as if he was making his own sexy, incestuous story with his mother in the starring role and with him as her forbidden lover. Sexually exciting when thinking about it and erotic fun when masturbating over it, he wished he could roleplay that Mom Sleeps with Son on Christmas story and have hot, deep, and satisfying sex with his mother.
He looked at her sitting across from him. Sadly depressed, she looked much like the woman in the story, blonde, built, and beautiful. With his mother such a MILF, she was just like the woman in the story. That story could have been about her. That story could have been about him. That story could have been about them. The only immediate differences were their names. His name was Michael instead of Charlie and his mother's name was Kimberly instead of Susan.
Wishing he could masturbate himself now and in front of his mother again, being that she already caught him pleasuring himself, Michael would love to pleasure himself again while his mother watched. In the way that he imagined masturbating her, he'd love for her to masturbate him. He couldn't remove the imagined images of Susan and Charlie, mother and son, having sex in that story in the way he'd love to have sex with his mother. Just as she watched him stroking his naked prick and cumming, he watched her finger her nipple and her pussy through her clothes.
Because she was lonely and missing her ex-husband, Susan invited her son, Charlie, to sleep with her. Having difficulty sleeping, she thought that her son holding her, cuddling, and spooning her would be the comfort that she needed to fall asleep. Even though Charlie agreed to accommodate his mother by sleeping with her in her bed on Christmas Eve, the last thing he wanted to do was to sleep. Obviously too, with her having incestuous sex with her son, the last thing that Susan wanted to do was to sleep. If ever his mother invited him to sleep in her bed on Valentine's Day night or on any night, the last thing he'd do is sleep.
'God, I'd love to sleep in the same bed with my mother while holding her, cuddling her, spooning her, feeling her, and humping her,' he thought while sexually arousing himself.
In the way that Michael wanted to have incestuous sex with his mother, Charlie wanted to have incestuous sex with his mother too. In the way that Charlie was unable to innocently sleep with his mother without expecting sex and/or without copping some cheap feels of her sexy, shapely body, Michael didn't think that he could innocently sleep with his mother neither. Yet, if even only to sleep with her without groping her, he'd love to hold her, comfort her, cuddle her, and spoon her as she slept.
Now that he thought more about it, he'd love to reenact those sexy scenes by roleplaying that story in real life with his mother, only that would never happen. More of a prude than a slut, his mother wasn't the cougar of a whore or an incestuous, sexual tease that Susan was in that story. A morally modest and a somewhat religious woman, his mother would never seduce him in the way that Susan seduced her son, Charlie, in that story. Yet, if only she'd ask him to sleep with her, he'd gladly sleep with her. Even without expecting sex, he'd be fine sleeping with her on Valentine's Day while holding her, comforting her, cuddling her, and spooning her.
"You won't be alone for Valentine's Day, Mom. I have no plans. I'll be here with you all night. We can celebrate Valentine's Day together," he said while wishing he could have sex with her.
He imagined getting his mother drunk enough to make out with her and while feeling her through her clothes. Who knows, maybe he'd get her drunk enough for her to model the sexy nightgown he bought for her for Valentine's Day. He'd love to see more skin of his mother than he ever had before. If she dared wear that nightgown in front of him, especially with her naked underneath, she'd be flashing him her naked ass, her naked pussy, and her naked tits.
'How hot would that be to French kiss my mother? How hot would that be to touch and feel her through her clothes? How hot would that be to see my Mom in that sexy nightgown? Just as if I was still having my sexual fantasy of making love to her and fucking her while giving her orgasmic sex, I could pretend that I'm her lover,' he thought. 'Maybe if I licked and fingered her pussy and gave her an oral orgasm before making love to her, that would help her to sleep,' he thought while knowing she hadn't been sleeping soundly since her ex-husband left.
Only, he had another agenda, a sexual agenda, an incestuously sexual agenda, than in just helping her get some rest. His ulterior motive was to seduce his mother and have incestuous sex with her. Just as he could never sleep in the same bed with his mother, he'd expect her to give him sex. Just as she'd never allow him to sleep with her in her bed, she'd never give him incestuous sex. When he said he was staying home tonight, she looked at her son as if shocked that he was staying home for Valentine's Day.
"Don't stay home on my account. On this day of love and romance, you should be out having some sexy fun with a woman," she said.
Michael made a sour face while shaking his head.
"I know how you get over the holidays. I'm not about to leave you alone," he said giving her a smile. "I don't mind staying home with you. I enjoy your company. After having been away from home for four years while in college, it's good to be home again. Besides, I don't have a woman in my life but as soon as I get a good job, my own place, and someone to love, I may be gone again. We may as well make the most of our time together," he said while imagining his mother naked and having sex with her.
Besides, he wasn't staying home just for her. He was staying home for himself. Hoping for much more than just a Valentine's Day peck on the lips but a real kiss, there was nowhere he'd rather be than to celebrate Valentine's Day with the love of his life, his one and only Valentine, his mother. Who knows, with him exposing himself to her, her watching him cum, and her touching herself while giving him a sexy look, with a bit of candlelight, soft music, and lots of wine, maybe he'd get lucky? She returned his smile with her brave, little smile.
"Don't worry about me. Really, I'll be okay," she said even though she obviously wasn't okay. "You should go out and have some fun. Maybe you'll meet someone. Maybe you'll get lucky," she said with a dirty laugh, a naughty look, and a sexy smile.
He didn't want to meet anyone. He already found the woman he wanted. If he was hoping to get lucky with anyone, he was hoping to get lucky with her. Unable to hide his incestuous lust and his sexual attraction, he looked at his mother as if he was her boyfriend, her significant other, her husband, or her lover instead of her son. He looked at his mother with love mixed with sexual lust. Undressing her with his eyes, he looked at his mother as if she was naked. He'd love nothing more than to see his mother naked.
Having never see more than up-skirt flashes of her panties and down-blouse views of her cleavage and bra, he'd settle for seeing his mother in her bra and panties. He'd love to see his mother in one of her sexy nightgowns. He'd love for his mother to model the sexy nightgown that he bought her for Valentine's Day. It would be his sexual fantasy come true to see his mother topless and/or naked. He'd love to see something more of his mother than just her bra and panties.
* * * * *
Deciding to take his mother under his wing ever since she divorced his father, he was troubled by how she got sadly depressed every holiday. Just once, he wanted to make her happy. He'd do anything to get her to smile. Hoping beyond hope, even though he knew having sex with her was out of the question and would never happen, he knew the way to make his mother happy was to give her passionate sex. The only way to put a permanent smile on her face was to give her sexual orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock.
Alas, if only he wasn't her son and she wasn't his mother. Perhaps, the best way to relax her and to have sex with her was to get her drunk. A despicable son, he sexually wanted his mother so much that he was willing to take sexual advantage of her when she was drunk. In sexually excited him to think of kissing her while feeling her through her clothes when she had a little too much to drink.
"You look so sad, Mother," said Michael with kind, caring eyes. "Is there something that I can do to lift your holiday spirits?"
He'd love to do any number of sexual things to lift her holiday spirits.
'Hint, hint,' he thought. 'Let's get drunk, then, you can take sexual advantage of me,' he imagined his mother saying. 'If we're both drunk, we could have sex without guilt or remorse. If we're both drunk, after you lick and finger my pussy and make love to me before fucking me, I'll suck your cock,' he wished his mother would say what he was thinking. 'I'll even let you cum in my mouth before giving me a cum bath.'
Only, unless she was drunk, she'd never say any of those things. A loaded question while beating around the bush and hinting around with all that he imagined sexually doing with her, he thought of all the incestuous things he could do with his mother to make her happy. He thought of all the sexually things he could do with his mother to make himself happy. Yet, with this romantic holiday more about her than about him, he wasn't the sad one, she was. If anything, he was the incestuously horny one. Even if he was to get her drunk, his mother would never do any of those incestuous, sexual things with him.
If he was anything, he was the sexually excited one. If he was anything, he was the perverted one. Yet, maybe this was the year that he'd get her tipsy enough to kiss her in the way he kissed her in his sexual fantasies while masturbating himself and in the way that Charlie kissed Susan in the story. Maybe this is the year that she'd allow him to touch and feel her through her clothes while he French kissed her. Maybe this is the year that she'd return his sexual passion and allow him to have incestuous sex with her.
Only, frustratingly, in the way that he was sexually attracted to his mother, he knew that she wasn't sexually attracted to him. In the way that he knew there was something psychologically wrong with him for incestuously wanting to have sex his mother, he knew there was nothing psychologically wrong with his mother with her not sexually wanting him. She was just sad. She was just lonely and depressed because of his asshole father. He wished there was something he could do to make her smile.
* * * * *
Tall, shapely slim, and looking ten years younger, his mother reminded him of Nicole Kidman but with blonde hair instead of red hair and with much larger breasts. In the warm, soft glow of the fireplace, she looked as if she was an airbrushed model from a fashion magazine. Maybe because he was sexually attracted to her and with her giving off a radiant glow as if she was a blushing bride, she looked even more beautiful now than she ever looked before. She was so pretty. She was so sexy. She was so unattainably forbidden that he wanted her even more now than he ever wanted her before.
Not an easy thing for him to admit without feeling perverted, being that she was his mother and he was her son, he wished he was her lover. He wished he could remove his mother's sadness as well as her clothes by giving her hot, deep penetrating, orgasmic sex. Just once, he'd love to see her in her panties and bra, topless, and/or naked in the way she just saw him naked. Just once he'd love to see her masturbating herself in the way that she watched him masturbate himself and ejaculating his cum all over his chest, stomach, and hand. Just once, he'd love to see and hear her cum in the way she watched and heard him cum.
If ever he caught her masturbating, he'd offer her his finger, his cock, and/or his tongue. If ever he caught her masturbating, in the way he wished his mother had stripped herself naked when she caught him masturbating, he'd strip himself naked and have sex with her. Just once, he'd love to touch her and feel her while kissing her, French kissing her, where no son should ever touch and feel their mother. Just once, he'd love to have incestuous sex with her. Just once, he'd love to give her orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock.
He wondered if she'd be horny enough to masturbate herself again after seeing him naked and watching him cum in the way that he'd masturbate after seeing her naked and watching her masturbate. Only, having never even seen her in her bra and panties or topless, wondering if her masturbating in his room while watching him masturbating was a fluke, he had never seen her naked and now wondered if she even masturbated. He wondered if she had a dildo and/or a vibrator. If she did masturbate, he wondered what she thought about when masturbating herself. He wondered while masturbating herself if she sexually thought about him in the way that he always sexually thought about her when he masturbated himself.
Expanding on his sexual, incestuous fantasy, he wondered if he gave her an orgasm with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock, if that would make her forget his father and put a smile on her face. Only, just as she'd never allow him to eat her pussy, make love to her, and fuck her, his mother would never give him sex. She'd never suck his cock. It pained him and sexually frustrated him that she obviously wasn't sexually attracted to him in the way that he was sexually attracted to her. Obviously, incorrectly judging her by her sexy appearance, she wasn't the sexy, sexual, MILF of a woman that he thought she was and would love to fuck.
With her from a different generation, maybe she doesn't suck cock. Maybe instead of sucking it, she just dabbles. Maybe if she did suck cock, she'd never allow anyone to cum in her mouth. With his ex-girlfriend such an experienced cocksucker, maybe because his mother didn't suck cock and/or allow her husband to cum in her mouth was the reason why he left her for Jessica. Jessica loved sucking cock. As if she was a vacuum, she could suck the skin from a sausage.
In the way that he sometimes wondered about his non-existent sex life, he wondered about her non-existent sex life too. He wondered if she was horny. He wondered if she was sexually frustrated. He wondered again if she masturbated. He wondered if she sexually lusted over anyone in the way that he incestuously lusted over her. Like mother like son, just as she didn't have a man in her life, he didn't have a woman in his life either. He was too sexually enamored with his mother to think of any other woman.
Thinking more about it, if only wishfully thinking, in the way that he was too sexually enamored with her to think of another woman, he wondered if she was too sexually enamored with him to think of another man. With him having a mother and son, Freudian, Oedipus complex, he was attracted to women who looked like her. Desperate to have incestuous sex with his mother, he tried replicating her by finding her clone but, with them so different inside, that never work, especially when he called them Kimberly, Kim, Mother, Mom, or Mommy while having sex with them.
"Pardon? Sorry. What? Did you just call me Kimberly? Who's Kimberly? Why are you thinking of another woman while your cock is inside of me? Even more disturbing than that, did you just call me Mom? Do you think that I'm your mother? Maybe you should have sex with your mother instead of with me," said more than one woman when he blurted out the wrong name while in deep sexual passion. "Get out! Get the fuck out!"
Whenever he kissed a woman who looked his mother, he imagined kissing his mother. Whenever he touched and felt a woman who looked like his mother, he imagined touching and feeling his mother. Whenever he had sex with a woman who looked like his mother, he imagined having sex with his mother. Whenever receiving a blowjob from a woman who looked like his mother, he imagined his mother sucking his cock while he felt her tits and fingered her nipples. Whenever he ejaculated his cum in a woman's mouth and/or gave her a cum bath, he imagined ejaculating his cum in his mother's mouth and giving her a cum bath.
* * * * *
Unable to remove his mother from his thoughts, he imagined cumming in his mother's mouth and her swallowing his cum. He imagined giving his mother a cum bath. He imagined giving his mother orgasmic sex enough for her to scream out his name. Yet, he was tired of hooking up with clones of her while pretending that he was having sex with his mother. Even though they looked like her on the surface, talked like her, laughed like her, and even walked like her, all women paled in comparison to her. It wasn't nearly the same having sex with them in the way it would be having sex with his mother.
'I love you, Mom,' he thought.
Suddenly he felt the way that Norman Bates must have felt when professing his incestuous love for his mother, Norma. Yet, if he was to invent the perfect woman, he feared she'd be his mother. She'd look like her, think like her, talk like her, walk like her, laugh like her, and even smile like her. Obviously, he was in love with his mother but not in the way that a son should love his mother. Truth be told, like mother like son, with her not reciprocating his incestuous, sexual attraction, he was just as sad, just as lonely, and just as sexually frustrated as she perhaps was.
Just as he didn't understand why he was alone on Valentine Day, he didn't understand why someone who looked like his mother was alone on Valentine's Day, too. Just as he didn't understand why he didn't have a woman in his life, he didn't understand why someone who looked as beautiful and was as sexy as his mother didn't have a man in her life. Yet, if his mother had a man in her life, no doubt, he'd be jealous. No doubt, if his mother had a man in her life, he'd plant a wedge between them to ruin their relationship before it even started.
As convoluted as it was psychologically disturbing, if she wasn't his mother, he'd ask her out on a date. If she wasn't his mother, he'd treat her more as his lover than his mother. If she wasn't his mother, instead of just being his loving Valentine and his incestuous lover, she'd be his sexy, MILF, cougar of a lover. If she wasn't his mother, in the sexually horny way that he was feeling now, he'd kiss her. He'd really kiss her. He'd French kiss her.
Not just the peck that he gave her when she stood beneath the mistletoe on Christmas, he'd part her lips with his tongue and French kiss her. Not just the peck he gave her on New Year's Eve, he'd part her lips with his tongue and French kiss her. Then, not just the peck that he just gave her for Valentine's Day, he'd part her lips with his tongue and French kiss her. If she wasn't his mother, he'd take her in his arms and kiss her deep and long with sexual passion while touching her and feeling her everywhere through her clothes.
Too bad she was his mother. If she wasn't his mother, he'd have sex with her. Different from any woman he had ever intimately known, he couldn't imagine what it would feel like to have sex with someone who was as beautiful, as kind, as loving, and as sexy as she was. He couldn't imagine what it would feel like to undress her while kissing her, touching her, and feeling her in all the places he wished he could touch and feel her. He could only imagine what it would feel like to deliberately expose his erect prick to her again with the hopes that she'd touch it, stroke it, suck it, and fuck it this time instead of just staring.
Whenever he masturbated, he imagined making out with her while touching her, feeling her, and undressing her. Whenever he masturbated, he imagined seeing her in her panties and bra, topless, and/or naked. Whenever he masturbated, he imagined seeing, feeling, and sucking her naked breasts. Whenever he masturbated, he imagined fingering her naked pussy while licking her naked pussy. Whenever he masturbated, he imagined her hand stroking him and her mouth sucking him. Whenever he masturbated, he imagined making love to her before fucking her. Only, she was his mother and he needed to stop having those incestuous thoughts of being sexually intimate with her.
'That's just wrong,' he thought. 'That's just nasty for me to think of my mother in such a sexual way. What the Hell is wrong with me? Why do I sexually want my mother when she doesn't sexually want me? If she said yes to incestuous sex, could I go through with it and have forbidden sex with my mother?'
She looked at him looking at her and smiled.
"Sorry for spoiling the holiday," she said with sadness after a long pause.
With her falling silent and him daydreaming about having sex with her, she awakened him from the sexual fantasy he was having of her being his lover.
"There's no need to feel sorry, Mother. I understand," he said with compassion.
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While giving him a quick flash of her white panties when uncrossing her legs, she stood from the couch and walked to the wine rack and set two wineglasses on the coffee table. Knowing that she'd flash him her panties again and again, he had adjusted the lampshade behind him previously, before she entered the living room and before she sat across from him. Now, with the light shining on her crotch to illuminate the triangular patch of her white panties, he had a clear view of her panty clad pussy. Normally, it would be too dark to see what he wanted to see of his mother between her legs but now it was if she had a spotlight on her pussy.
She opened a bottle of wine and poured him a glass before pouring herself a glass. Then, when she leaned at the waist in front of him to pour him his wine, she gave him a flash of her long, line of sexy cleavage and her low-cut, white bra. Just like that, images he never tired of seeing, first his mother flashed him her panties in an up-skirt peek, then she flashed him long line of sexy cleavage, and low-cut bra in a down-blouse view. He was tempted to reach his horny hand down his mother's low-cut blouse and fondle her breasts and finger her nipples through her bra.
She took her seat on the couch again while deliberately or unintentionally flashing him her panties again. He stared at her while she took a long, thoughtful sip of her wine before speaking. Glad that she was the one who opened the wine, maybe his thought of getting her drunk and kissing her while feeling her through her clothes may be his reality. Only, he wouldn't want to get her drunk enough to be sick, just feeling good enough to relax her sexual inhibitions, morality, and modesty. Normally, it only took two glasses of wine for his mother to feel a little tipsy.
"Suddenly as if my life flashed before my eyes, I thought of past holidays and how happy I used to be," she said. With her elbows on her knees and holding her wineglass with both hands, she leaned forward in her seat to make eye contact with him. He wondered if she was aware that she was giving him another down-blouse view of her cleavage and bra. "These last four months with the snow and the cold, and with Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's, and Valentine's Day, used to be my favorite times of the year. Now, as if I'm being tortured by the memories of them, I dread celebrating them," she said falling sadly, silent again.
Obviously, the reason for her sadness, she was thinking about her ex-husband, his father, again. Even though they've been divorced for years, she couldn't go the entire year without thinking of him. Setting her off with every birthday, anniversary, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's, or Valentine's Day, whenever she thought of his father, she became sad. Something that she obviously needed psychological therapy to get over, he wished he could take the place of his father. He wished he could hold her, comfort her, kiss her, and have sex with his mother in the way that she obviously missed having sex with her ex-husband.
"It's been years, Mom," he said with patient understanding. "He's gone and he's not returning. You need to get over him. You need to get on with your life. He's living his life married to a whore of a woman half his age and seemingly they're happy living in their surrogate father and surrogate daughter, sexual lunacy. I'm sorry I ever brought Jessica in this house. With you having no way to compete with someone as young and as slutty, just as she dumped me for him, he stupidly dumped you for her. I get that, but you need to find someone else to love," he said as if he was her psychiatrist instead of her son.
Just as his mother was a better person than her ex-husband, he was a better person than his ex-girlfriend. Good riddance. Yet, with him just as sexually attracted to his mother as was his mother still in love with her ex-husband, and as he still harbored some modicum of sexual feelings for his ex-girlfriend, he could have been giving himself advice. Yet, even though he said that she should find someone, he didn't want his mother finding anyone else to love. He wanted her to love him in that sexually forbidden way. He wanted her to have sex with him and not with someone else.
If anyone needed to get over anyone, with him already over his ex-girlfriend, he needed to get over the inappropriately love that he had for his mother for the past six years, since he turned 18-years-old, when his father left. It wasn't normal for a son to love his mother in that sexual way. It wasn't normal to think that she loved him in the sexual way that he loved her. Just as it wasn't normal for his mother to watch him masturbating, it wasn't normal for him to deliberately flash his mother his erect prick, masturbate, and cum in front of her.
'Yet, she stayed to watch me stroke myself. She stayed to listen to me tell her how much I wanted to have sex with her. She stayed to watch me cum, when she could have and should have left my room as soon as she saw me masturbating,' he thought. 'Even more incestuously bizarre than that, I sexually aroused her by my masturbation show.'
Nonetheless his mother becoming sexually excited over watching him stroking his cock, he needed to stop this mother and son lunacy of hoping to have incestuous sex with her. He needed to stop sexually fantasizing over her. He needed to stop masturbating over the thoughts of her naked and having sex with her. Just as he'd never be allowed to see her naked and touch and feel her naked body, she'd never have sex with him. She'd never make him her lover. Unlike his mother who was nothing like her son, his mother wasn't the incestuous pervert that he was.
Jealous of the love his mother still had for his father, he wished his mother would think of him in the way that she continued thinking of her asshole of an ex-husband. Yet, with him controlled by the incestuous perversion that he felt for his mother, any guidance he gave her was not only twisted but also laced with the incestuous lust that he had for her in his sexual frustration. Because of the sexually inappropriate way he felt about her, it was impossible for him to disassociate himself from his immoral feelings and lustful desires to give her unbiased advice.
Then, continuing his incestuous lunacy, he thought about something that may work for both. If only she viewed him as her lifeline from divorce until she started a new life with someone else, he'd love to fill the role as her sexual rebound. He'd love to make her emotionally happy and sexually satisfied until she found someone else to love. If only his mother shared the incestuous lust he had for her, he could make her happy, if even for only for a little while until she found another lover and until he found someone to love and perhaps even marry.
He'd give her enough orgasms with his fingers, his mouth, and his cock for her to forget her ex-husband. Hopefully, she'd give him enough sexual orgasms with her hand, her mouth, and her pussy to stop him from masturbating. As convoluted as it sounded when he wasn't stroking his prick while thinking of his mother naked and having sex with her, he was thinking of her not as his mother but as his lover. If only he could have sex with her, he would have sex with her. He wished he could make his mother his lover. He wished he could make his mother his whore, his sexual slave, and his cum slut.
Only, a son soliciting his mother for sex, how would he even suggest that without her thinking that there was something wrong with him? How could he possibly persuade someone who was as morally modest and as somewhat religious as she was to have sex with him? Then, even if she agreed to be his incestuous lover, how would he dare go through with having sex with her without her thinking that he was perverted for wanting to have sex with his mother? Sadly, as much as he wanted her sexually, she didn't want him sexually. She'd never have sex with him in the way that he wanted to have sex with her.
"I know and you're right. I need to find a man to love," she said giving him another soft, sad smile. "I can't. I just can't. The thoughts of pretending to love another man turns my stomach. Your father was the only man I was with sexually. I was a virgin when I married him," she said looking up at him as if she was about to cry.
Then, instead of crying, she smiled as if proud of her virginity. She smiled as if she was contently happy being alone and instead of feeling terminally sad that she had no one in her life but her incestuously, perverted son. Only, with her having wasted buckets full of tears over his father, her smiles weren't fooling him. Knowing her better than that and with her unable to fool him, she was far from happy. He knew she was hurting inside. She was sad and was the saddest around the holidays.
'She needs to get laid,' he thought. 'She needs to have a sexual orgasm. She needs me to finger and lick her pussy before making love to her cunt and before fucking her cunt. She needs to stroke my cock while sucking my cock. As if my cum is her much needed magic elixir and medicine, she needs me to cum in her mouth. For her to smile her sexual satisfaction, she needs to swallow my cum.'
Enjoying the thought that the answer to her problems was to have sex, he'd love to volunteer his sexual services to her. Only, everything he thought about having sex with his mother was as ridiculous as it was improbable. She'd never have sex with him. He had a better chance of having sex with a nun than he did having sex with his mother. How dare he even harbor the incestuous thoughts of having sex with his sadly depressed and still distraught mother?
'Mom, you need to get laid,' he imagined saying to her. 'You need a sexual orgasm,' he said while imagining whipping his cock for her to stroke, suck, and fuck. 'After you allow me to lick and finger you pussy, after you allow me to make love to you before fucking you, you need to blow me, Mom. To take your mind off Dad, you need to suck my cock. As if my cum is the vitamins that you need to make you happy again, allowing me to cum in your mouth will make you feel better. I know it will and you won't know until you try,' he imagined willing to say anything to have sex with is mother.
He imagined her looking at him with sexual excitement.
'Michael, would you do me the honor of licking and fingering my pussy before making love to me and before fucking me? You're right. I do need to get laid. I need to have an orgasm,' he imagined his mother responding in kind. 'Perhaps, you're right about me needing to blow you too. Perhaps, my cure for my sadness is to suck you prick and have you cum in my mouth.'
He imagined giving her a sexy smile.
'I'd love nothing more than to eat your cunt mother. While fucking you hard and fast, I'd love nothing more than to bang the top of your blonde, pretty head against the headboard while watching your naked breasts bouncing up and down and swaying side to side,' he thought. 'I'd love nothing more than for you to scream my name in orgasmic bliss. I'd love nothing more than for you to suck my cock and allow me to cum in your beautiful mouth.'
Yet, just as he'd never say any of those things to his mother, she'd never think any of those things of him. Nonetheless what he was thinking, able to see it in her big, blue eyes, she was in emotional pain. Yet, selfishly thinking more of himself, his horniness, his sexually frustration, and his incestuous attraction to his mother, he needed to think more of his mother's feelings. With him able to justify and explain away his sexual attraction for his mother, his excuse was that he was from a broken home. With his parents always fighting, his father drinking and disappearing for long periods of time, having grown close to his mother, he was always protective of her.
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Convolutedly in thought, as if he possessed the magic cure, he justified that the best way for them to get what they both hopefully wanted, happiness and sexual satisfaction, was for them to be incestuously intimate with one another. Only, with the hard part convincing his mother that he was the one to end her sadness and was the key to her happiness, she'd never go for them being sexually intimate. Something never to be, she'd never give him incestuous sex. She'd never suck his cock, make love to him, and fuck him in the way he imagined she did in his sexual fantasies while masturbating himself.
As if he was watching an attractive stranger, a MILF of a cougar, from the end of the bar that he'd love to ask home for sex, he watched his mother take another sip of her wine. Nothing new there, she always drank more when she was sad. She always drank more around the holidays. With her the saddest around the holidays, she drank the most during the holidays. Sadness, the holidays, and drinking went hand in hand with a broken heart. Yet, with her not much of a drinker the rest of the year, he had never seen his mother falling down drunk just slightly intoxicated.
He didn't understand why she was still missing her ex-husband. Especially during the holidays, she drank more when she missed him. Only this time was different. Now with him home from college and alone with his mother without his father there to interfere, he hoped to change her sadness to happiness and perhaps even give her a bit of sexual excitement. In the way that he sexually titillated her this morning by exposing his erect, naked penis to her and giving her a masturbation show, he hoped to sexually titillate her again later tonight.
With her obviously needing more encouragement to have sex with him than he needed any encouragement to have sex with her, he hoped to use her inebriated state against her. Something he always imagined doing, being that he was the incestuous pervert that he was, he'd love to put her to bed and undress her. A sexual fantasy come true, he'd loved to strip her naked. If she wouldn't willingly have sex with him, he'd love to sexually take advantage of her by undressing her when she was drunk. He'd never have sex with her drunken body, of course, but he'd love nothing more than to see her without her clothes while touching and feeling her everywhere.
Nothing new in his incestuous lust for his mother, he stared at her as if he was watching an online, X-rated, webcam video and she was topless and/or naked. He'd pay big bucks to watch her strip herself and even masturbate herself on webcam. In the way that he had such a dirty mind and such an incestuous attraction to his mother, he attached sexual thoughts with everything she said and everything she did. Thinking that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, he sometimes thought that his incestuous thoughts were her incestuous thoughts.