'I hate my mother. I really, really hate her,' thought Val while pacing his room. 'I love her but I hate her, too. Maybe if she wasn't such a bitch and treated me better, I wouldn't hate her,' he thought while clenching his fist. 'Even though I'm a 22-year-old grown man, she treats me as if I'm a 12-year-old child. I'm sick of it. I'm just sick of the way she disrespects me.'
Valentino took a big breath while thinking about his love/hate relationship with his forty-something-year-old, demanding, and sometimes, impossibly, difficult mother.
'Maybe, if she didn't treat me with contempt and shuttle me off to private schools, I wouldn't hate her as much as I do. Conversely, maybe, if she wasn't tall, blonde, shapely, and beautiful, I wouldn't love her in the lustfully way that I do,' he thought. 'I feel so torn. As much as I want to tell my mother what I really think of her, I want to have sex with her. As much as I want to tell her that I'm done with her and go live with my grandmother, I want to make passionate love to her.'
He continued pacing around his room with rage while brooding over the love/hate relationship that he had with his mother.
'It's as if she blames me for ruining her life by becoming pregnant with me. Yet, now that I'm an adult, able to care for myself, and able to make my own decisions, all of that misplaced hatred is in my past,' thought Val after finally coming to terms with his controlling and demanding mother.
Then, forget about forgiving her, his vengeance was renewed when he uncovered his mother's secrets. His dastardly plot for revenge started when he found his mother's hidden trunk that contained her sexy, sexual secrets about her scandalous past. Hidden away in another life, more than twenty-five-years ago, part of her past and now a long, forgotten memory, his mom worked as a stripper. Looking at her now, a sophisticated lady of wealth and fashion in the way that Julia Roberts became in Pretty Woman, his mother still looked good enough to dance around a pole while removing her clothes.
Unless they recognized her from 25-years-ago, no one would ever know and/or imagine that she worked as a stripper. Yet, before she married his wealthy father, from the ages of 19-years-old to 22-years-old, his mother, Elizabeth, worked her way through college as an exotic dancer. An easy way to make some fast money while working less hours, better than waiting tables while hoping for tips, he was shocked that his mother was once a pole dancer. With strippers and prostitution going hand and glove, he wondered what else she did for money other than stripping.
With her undressing for money, did she have sex for money, too? Always sexually attracted to his mother before, now that he knew she was a stripper, a whore, and possibly a prostitute, instead of hating her, he was even more sexually attracted to her. A bittersweet relationship, he was torn between his hate for his mother and his sexual lust for her. Yet, with his agenda resurfacing of wanting to get even with her for her mistreatment of him, he wanted to belittle her and embarrass her in the way that she belittled and embarrassed him.
Something that may never happen, even though he had found naked photos of her in her trunk, he wanted to see her naked in person. Wanting her to undress for him, he wanted to watch her strip naked. Then, once she was naked, he wanted to touch and feel his mother everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother. Once she was naked, he wanted to have incestuous sex with her. Once she was naked, he wanted to make out with her while making tender love to her before fucking her hard and fast.
'I love you, Mom,' he thought with his sexual lust superseding his unrepressed hatred.
Quite the paradox, and not knowing what to do with the absurdity of his incestuous feelings, even though he hated her so very much, he loved her so very much, too. A prisoner to his mother's sexuality and beauty, he sexually wanted his mother in the way that a son should never want his mother. He wanted her to stroke and suck his cock after he fingered and licked her pussy. He wanted to give her multiple, sexual orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock while watching and hearing her cum. He wanted to cum in her mouth and in her cunt.
# # #
He couldn't help but wonder if his father, her ex-husband, a stuffy banker, knew his wife undressed for men a few years before he married her. Quite the scandal, especially for someone like him, a man of wealth, power, and influence, Val couldn't help but wonder if his father married his mother because she was pregnant with him or because she was sexy and beautiful. With one reason motivating the other reason for a marriage proposal, perhaps both reasons were why he married her. If it wasn't illegal and if she wanted him as much as he wanted her, he'd marry his mother.
'Mom? Will you marry me,' he imagined saying while down on one knee and holding up his college ring to her?
Perhaps, another secret she's keeping from his father was that he wasn't his father. If only his Dad knew her background as a stripper, maybe he would have married someone else. If only he knew her background as a pregnant, unwed whore, maybe he would have wanted her to have an abortion. Yet, with his mother a good Catholic, even though she no longer goes to mass, and even if she prostituted herself in the way of Mary Magdalen, she never would have aborted her pregnancy and terminated her son.
Knowing his Dad in the way that he does, respecting him and fearing him at the same time, it was hard for him to believe that he'd marry a woman who was a stripper and a whore. Only, when seeing his mother now, the furthest woman from a whore, he'd never peg her for a stripper. With her even fooling him, her son, he couldn't imagine her removing clothes for money and/or having sex for money, too. As if she was born again as a virgin, she acted as if she was a woman who'd never have sex for money.
'Oxymoronic, I don't think there are any strippers that are virgins,' he thought while laughing to himself. 'I don't think there are any strippers who wouldn't have sex for money.'
For shapely women to strip themselves naked while sexually teasing men for money, they're whores. As cultured and high-class as his mother pretended to be, clearly, she was still a whore. Smelling like a rose after swirling around in shit, she was nothing but a whore who came into loads of money after his father married her and divorced her with a big, divorce settlement.
'Whore,' he thought!
Maybe too late to reject her, perhaps, his Dad discovered her secret, sexual life later, long after they were married. Maybe, no secret, he knew who she was all along. Who knows? Perhaps, because he discovered she had worked as a stripper was the reason why he married her and/or also, was the reason for why he divorced her, too. Maybe, he never discovered her secret and they divorced because he had a younger woman on the side, which he did. Obviously, deserving one another, as much as his mother was a selfish bitch, his father was a cheating bastard.
Perhaps, even after their divorce, it was still his mother's secret that she continued to keep from her husband about her sexy past. Who knows? No one really knows what goes on behind closed, bedroom doors? With everyone pretending to be something and/or someone they're not, unless educated with a PhD in psychiatry, no one really knows one's true self. Even then, much like priests who are disgraced pedophiles, many psychiatrists openly admit that they are more mentally disturbed than their patients.
With his mother now so refined, so well-mannered, so sophisticated, so ladylike, so morally moral, and matronly modest, hard to believe, he couldn't imagine her dancing around a pole to music while removing her clothes. Now that he knew that she worked as a stripper, he wished he was there to watch her strip naked. He wished there was an online video of her undressing. He'd love nothing more than to masturbate while watching his mother strip herself naked and imagining having sex with her.
He imagined her sitting in the back of his father's Rolls Royce wearing a mink coat and nothing else. With her wanting for nothing and having all the money she'd ever need, it was hard for him to imagine men sticking dollar bills in her G-string while feeling her nearly, naked ass and fondling her nearly, naked breasts. It was hard for him to imagine his mother giving men lap dances while shaking her big tits in their faces. It was hard for him to believe that she'd be desperate enough for money to allow men to grope her and/or to have sex with her.
A mystery to him, having never been to a strip club, he couldn't even imagine what she did in the VIP room. What do strippers do in the VIP room? Do strippers have sex with men? Instead of just dancing while stripping, do women prostitute themselves in the VIP room? Bad enough to think of his mother as a stripper and a whore, he couldn't imagine her prostituting herself, too. With her so very rich now because of his Dad and their divorce settlement, he couldn't imagine her stroking, sucking, and fucking strange men that she didn't know for money.
# # #
An identical triplet, her sisters, Victoria and Isabella, by the evidence he found in his mother's old trunk, worked as strippers, too. His grandmother had a thing for royalty and still does, the reason why she named two of her daughters, Elizabeth and Victoria, after English queens. She named her third daughter, Isabella, after a Spanish queen. Perhaps, overly pressured by his grandmother to choose a name for him, he was surprised his mother didn't name him after an English King. Even though he disliked the name Valentino, he hated Edward, George, or Henry even more.
With mother and daughters so close, it was hard for him to believe that his grandmother was unaware that her daughters removed their clothes for money. He figured his grandmother knew that her daughters worked as strippers and were all whores. He could only imagine the fun his mother and aunts had during spring break. With sex not a big deal to them, they must have been wild with alcohol, drugs, and sex.
With his grandmother, Mary, named after Mary, the Queen of Scots, still a GILF even at her sixty-something-year-old age, a grandmother he'd like to fuck, he found topless and naked photos of her, too, in his mother's old trunk. Like mother like daughters, she worked as a stripper in New York back in the 70's. Like mother like daughters, something that's so disturbing as it was sexually exciting, it was hard for him to believe that his MILF of a mother, his sexy aunts, and his beloved grandmother once were all strippers and whores.
Now, that he knew their sexy, hidden secrets, not only would he love to see his mother naked but also, he'd love to have sex with her, too. Not only would he love to see his aunts naked but also, he'd love to have sex with them, too. If his grandmother was as much of a whore as her three daughters were, he'd love to see her naked and have incestuous sex with her, too. One at a time or all three in the same bed, he'd love to have incestuous sex with all of them.
'Grandma. Here's twenty-dollars for a lap dance,' he imagined saying to his grandmother.
With her still having a wicked, good body, having a good sense of humor, and not taking anything seriously, he imagined her laughing.
'Twenty-dollars,' he imagined her saying while looking at him as if was nuts. I'd never give anyone a lap dance, not even my grandson for twenty-dollars. Even way back when I was stripping, I charged one-hundred dollars to sit on a man's erect cock. Many men found it worth the money to have me bounce up and down while grinding my ass against their stiff pricks. Many men found it worth the money to allow them to have their wicked, sexual way with my naked breasts and huge nipples,' he imagined her saying.
# # #
Yet, how hot would that be to not only have incestuous sex with his mother but also with his aunts and with his grandmother, too? A sexual fantasy come true, since he found his mother's secret trunk with those salacious photos of her, her sisters, and her mother, he had been masturbating over their topless and naked photos of them night and day. He had been masturbating over the imagined thoughts of having illicit sex with his mother. He had been masturbating while imagining having forbidden sex with his aunts and having nasty sex with his grandmother, too.
Surprising them and, perhaps, even shocking them, he imagined calling his mother, his aunts, and his grandmother up to his room to show them his latest, home improvement. He wondered what they'd say. He wondered what they'd do. He wondered if they'd revert to their old, sexual and exhibitionist way of life.
'Why do you have a pole in your room, Valentino," he imagined his mother innocently asking him as if she didn't know?
Hoping they'd take the hint and dance around the pole while undressing, hopefully, old habits die hard. He'd love nothing more than to watch his mother, his aunts, and his grandmother removing their clothes while dancing around a pole. He'd love to see his mother, his aunts, and his grandmother topless before seeing them naked. His sexual fantasy was to have forbidden sex with all four of them.
'Why do I have a pole in my room? Um, it's good exercise,' he imagined thinking quick and saying. 'Would you like to try it,' he imagined asking them while hoping that they all would?
Something that would never happen but something that sexually excited him to imagine that it would, he imagined his uptight, bitch of a mother and stuck-up aunts hanging onto the pole while upside-down with their legs spread wide open. With all of them wearing short skirts, he imagined seeing their panty clad asses and pussies. Only, with his mother and aunts now so very modestly moral, as if they were born again as sexual prudes, he had never seen as much as their bra straps. It mystified him how women can go from stripping themselves naked to never showing him anything.
Now, on the other hand, his grandmother would and has shown him nearly everything. Definitely, without a doubt, if he had a pole in his room, she'd dance around it while removing her clothes and stripping herself naked. He'd love to see his grandmother topless. He'd love to see his grandmother naked. He'd love to touch and feel her everywhere a grandson should never touch and feel his grandmother while tossing money at her.
'Turn around, Grandma, and bend at the waist. I, um, just wanna see somethin', he imagined saying to his grandmother.
He imagined her laughing with glee.
'I know what you want to see, Val. You want to see Grandma's naked ass and the back of her naked pussy,' he imagined her saying.
Staying true to her nature, once a whore, always a whore, definitely, his grandmother is a whore. Always sexually teasing him with up-skirt peeks of her panties and down-blouse views of her cleavage and bra, she deliberately flashed him every time he was alone with her. Whenever she knew he was coming for a visit on a hot, summer day, she'd sunbathe by her pool topless. Filling his horny eyes with her big, naked tits, he had seen her naked breasts numerous times. She even allowed him to cop a few, cheap feels of her big, naked tits when hugging her.
"Oh, Val. By that big bulge in your bathing suit, I can see you're a breast man," said his grandmother poking fun at his erection while squeezing his cock through his bathing suit. "I can tell that you like Grandma's big tits," she said stepping back from him with her arms by her side. She turned one way before turning the other way to give me a good, long look of her naked breasts and her big, erect nipples.
Then, continuing to sexually tease him, she cupped her breasts in her palms while sliding her slow hands across her nipples. She fingered her erect nipples while staring up at him as if daring him to feel her tits and finger her nipples. She had huge nipples and he so wanted to finger them and suck them but this was his grandmother and not some whore, even though she surely was a whore. As if daring him to finger and suck her big tits, he watched her lift her breasts to her mouth to suck them, first one and then the other.
With him horny and her sexually aroused, after a few drinks, they played Marco Polo in the pool. With her not stopping him, pretending his gropes were accidental because his eyes were closed, he touched and felt his grandmother everywhere a grandson should never touch and feel his grandmother. Reciprocating his touches and feels with her closed eyes touches and feels, she touched and felt her grandson everywhere a grandmother should never touch and feel her grandson. As if they were dating instead of related by blood, they did everything but have full-blown, incestuous sex.
Then, while wearing just as small, hand towel that barely covered her still shapely and sexy naked ass, she allowed him to rub suntan lotion all over her nearly, naked body. In the way she looked at him with sexual arousal and lust, he looked at her with sexual excitement and horniness. If ever he put sexual moves on his grandmother, he wondered if she'd have sex with him. No doubt, with her so free, so open, and such a whore, she'd willingly surrender her GILF of a sexy and shapely body to him.
# # #
As the story goes, for some odd reason, his Mom had an image of Rudolph Valentino when she was in labor birthing him, the reason why she named him Valentino she said. Rudolph Valentino? Seriously? Go figure. Instead of craving pickles and ice cream, she was thinking of sexy Italians. Figuring his mother was lying and making up stories, surmising that his theory was correct, perhaps, the first name of his real father, a man he never met and she didn't marry, was Valentino.
Yet, he was glad that she didn't name him Rudolph. He had enough trouble with the neighborhood kids calling him Romeo until they finally settled on Val. In the way of Val Kilmer, Val is cool. On the other hand, in the way of Rudolph the red nose reindeer, Rudolph was not. Then, again, the kids could have called him Rudy, which wasn't such a bad name.
Much like most triplets, his mother and her two sisters not only looked alike but also, they talked, sounded, and laughed alike. He couldn't tell one from the other when seeing them from the back or hearing them from a distance. He couldn't tell one from the other when hearing their voices and not seeing their pretty faces. Harmonizing in perfect key, they would have made a great singing act, only his mother and her sisters didn't sing. They danced around a pole to music while removing their clothes and stripping themselves naked.
According to the flyer that he found in her trunk, his mother and aunts had a striptease act descriptively called, Three-of-a-Kind. Overlooking them before, concentrating more on their topless and naked photos, he found their diaries, too. As if it served as their little, black books, they kept records of all the men they had sex with and what each man sexually liked to do. Not taking count, suffice to write, there were pages and pages of various men in all four books.
With each man having a special preference and each woman having a special skill, his grandmother loved doing everything with everyone. From oral sex, to anal sex, to bondage, she especially loved playing the Dominatrix. Unless he read it for himself, never would he have expected his grandmother was such a whore. Sure, she flashed him and sexually teased him but, thinking nothing of it, he loved his grandmother and could never think ill or her. If he thought anything, he thought she was just as lonely as he was horny.
With her a talented cocksucker, as shocked as he was surprised, he learned that his mother loved sucking cock. Something else he had in common with his mother, he loved receiving blowjobs as much as she obviously loved giving blowjobs. Her sister, Victoria, loved lying on her back naked while being made love to and fucked. Her other sister, Isabella, loved being taken, stripped naked, and forced to have sex against her will. With each woman having their own specialty, it was odd that three women who were so much alike were so different in their sexual appetites.
Ever since he found his mother's secret trunk stored in the far corner of the attic with their sexy costumes and old photos taken of them, he had been masturbating over all of them. After seeing their topless and naked photos while imagining having sex with the four of them, he couldn't stop masturbating over them. Especially the photos of his topless and naked mother, he lost count how many times he masturbated over his MILF of a mother, his sexy aunts, and his GILF of a grandmother.
Keeping their secrets, yet nonetheless, eager for her to know that he knew, he couldn't wait to confront his mother with the truth. As if getting even with her because she was such a bitch to him, he couldn't wait to see the look on her face and her reaction to her knowing that he knew that she was a stripper and/or a whore. He couldn't wait to confront his aunts and his grandmother, too. His grandmother wouldn't care but his aunts would be mortified and humiliated. He couldn't wait to see their reactions to him knowing their sexy, sexual secrets.
He wondered if he asked nicely and respectfully, if they'd give him their famous Three-of-a-Kind striptease show. Maybe, if they refused to give him a VIP, striptease show, he could be as much of a bastard to them as they are bitches to him and blackmail them into giving him one, last, private, striptease performance. There's nothing more that he would want to see than seeing his mother, her two sisters, and his grandmother slowly and sexily strip naked in front of him. There's nothing he'd want more than to have incestuous sex with his mother, his aunts, and his grandmother.
Once he saw them all naked, no doubt, wanting to do more than just ogle them, he wondered if he could somehow blackmail them and/or persuade them all to give him incestuous sex. He thought about having forbidden sex with each of them. How hot would that be to not only have incestuous sex with his mother but also to have illicit sex with his aunts and to have nasty sex with his grandmother? If it wasn't enough wanting to have sex with his mother, while comparing one to the other, he wanted to have sex with his entire, female family.
'Wow,' he thought while fingering his growing erection through his pants. 'I'd love to have sex with all of them.'
Sexual overload, while continuing to masturbate over their naked photos and all that he hoped to see of them, if it wasn't enough seeing his mother, Elizabeth, naked, he imagined blackmailing her for sex. If it wasn't enough seeing his aunt, Victoria, naked, he imagined blackmailing her for sex, too. If it wasn't enough seeing his aunt, Isabella, naked, he imagined blackmailing her for sex, also. If it wasn't enough seeing his grandmother, Mary, naked, he wouldn't have to blackmail her for sex. With her hot to trot, she'd readily have sex with him if he asked.
# # #
'Grandma,' he imagined asking as if she was there with him in his room while he masturbated himself. 'Would you do me a favor?'
He imagined her sitting across from him in her living room. As if she was an elderly Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, he imagined her uncrossing her shapely legs while flashing him her bright, white panties and leaning forward in her chair with her knees spread. He imagined her giving him a naughty look.
'Of course,' he imagined his grandmother saying. 'What would you like me to do? I'll do anything for you, Val, anything,' he imagined her asking with a sexy smile. 'You only need to ask,' he imagined her saying and giving him a wink.
He returned her sexy smile and naughty look with his sexy smile and naughty look.
'Hmm, anything,' he thought? 'How tempting? Yet, worth the risk of making an ass of myself, he hoped his question wouldn't ruin their close grandmother and grandson relationship. Yet, if I don't ask, I won't get,' he thought. 'It's worth a try.'
He imagined standing while walking nearer to her. He imagined unzipping himself, pulling out his prick, and stroking himself to a hard erection while his grandmother stared at his exposed cock. With the impressions of her big nipples erecting themselves behind her blouse and bra, clearly, she was becoming as sexually aroused as he was already sexually excited. Now that it was obvious what he wanted, he wondered if his grandmother would sexually accommodate him. He took a big breath for courage while daring himself to ask his grandmother his inappropriate, sexual question.
'Would you mind blowing me, Grandma? I'd love for you to suck my cock. I'm so horny, Grandma. I'd love to cum in your mouth while feeling your naked breasts and fingering your erect nipples,' he imagined saying to his GILF of a grandmother.
Allowing his sexual fantasy to harden his prick and fill his mind with incestuous sex he continued masturbating himself while imagining his grandmother blowing him. He imagined his grandmother standing and walking to him while removing her blouse and bra. Then, he imagined her lowering herself to her knees in front of him. He imagined her taking his stiff prick in her hand to stroke him before taking his hard cock in her mouth to suck him.
"Sure," he imagined her saying while pushing back her blonde hair. "It would be my pleasure to blow you, Val. I'd love nothing more than to suck your cock, my grandson's cock, and for you to cum in my mouth, your grandmother's mouth," he imagined her saying while staring up at him with her big, blue eyes.
While he stroked himself faster and harder, he imagined his grandmother stroking him faster and harder while she sucked him deeper as he felt her big, naked tits and fingered her hard, erect nipples. Then, as soon as he was ready to cum, he imagined putting a gentle hand behind his grandmother's, elderly head. Humping her mouth, he imagined fucking her face before unloading a gush of cum in her mouth. As soon as she removed his prick from her mouth, he imagined unloading a second spurt of cum all over her face and across her naked breasts.
'Oh, Val, I've always wanted to suck your cock,' he imagined his grandmother saying while wiping his cum from her eyes. 'You've made this old woman very happy. Thank you for allowing me to blow you. Thank you for cumming in my mouth and for giving me a cum bath, too,' he imagined her saying with heartfelt gratitude.
Yet, nothing more than a sexual fantasy while he masturbated himself, instead of ejaculating in his grandmother's mouth, he ejaculated in a tissue.
'Unbelievable,' he thought after masturbating over his grandmother blowing him.
Continuing with his sexual fantasies, he imagined the four of them, his mother, his aunts, and his grandmother giving him a striptease show. As if his room was their own private, VIP room, he imagined them giving him sex after they stripped off their clothes. He imagined filling his mother's mouth, his aunts' mouths, and his grandmother's mouth with his big prick. He imagined cumming in their mouths and saving some cum to give them all a cum bath later. Whenever he masturbated himself, he imagined cumming all over their pretty faces, in their hair, and across their naked breasts.
# # #
After his father left them to remarry, he took ownership of his comfortable, Herman Miller, Eames, lounge chair, the one with the matching and removable ottoman. The most expensive chair in the house and the most comfortable chair he had ever sat in, the Eames chair was even more comfortable than the Herman Miller Aeron and/or the Herman Miller Embody desk chairs that he left behind. His mother sat across from him on the couch wearing her designer, light, blue blouse and her tailored, navy blue matching skirt that rested just above her knee. She looked like a model from a fashion magazine.
Now, that he knew the truth about her, he couldn't help from imagining her sitting across from him in her low-cut, sexy bra and her sheer, bikini panties. He couldn't help from imagining her sitting across from him topless with her big, naked breasts exposed to his horny eyes. As if she was fully dressed and with her unembarrassed and unashamed, he couldn't help from imagining his mother sitting across from him naked.
Perhaps imagining more than she'd be comfortable doing, she'd never sit across from him in her panties and bra, topless, or naked. Realistically readjusting his sexual fantasy, he couldn't help but imagine his mother sitting across from him with her knees parted while exposing her white, lacy, silk panties to him. Always the lady, his mother had never accidentally or deliberately flashed him her panties in the way that his grandmother routinely does. Matter of fact, he had never seen anything of his mother other than her legs and a modest bit of cleavage when she was wearing something formal.
He wished she'd revert to the way she was when she was an exhibitionistic, stripping whore. Once an exhibitionist always an exhibitionist, once a stripper always a stripper, and once a whore, always a whore. Only, his mother was the furthest thing from her stripping and whoring days of exhibitionism. As if she was studying to become a nun and join the convent of the Most Holy Virgins, he had never even heard her curse.
Able to hide her real self by being a phony, she was such a self-centered bitch. Always preoccupied with herself, with her hair, her makeup, her manicure, and with her clothes, always out and about, she was seldom home. She never paid him any nevermind until she stumbled over him somewhere in the house or alone in the garden. Even as a child, she cared more about herself than she did for him.
Handing him off to a nanny as a child or shipping him off to yet, another private, boarding school, he had little interaction with her. Until he found her secret trunk, he knew very little about his mother. With his father always working, he seldom saw him either. Then, once they divorced, he was left alone with his bad self and his nanny.
Yet, even after having lived such a pampered and privileged childhood, as a grown man, he was angry. Even though he had a roomful of toys as a child and expensive distractions to occupy him as an adult, yet, whenever she wasn't home, he yearned for his mother's attention and affection. Now, that he hadn't received neither her attention or affection, he wanted revenge for the way she treated him by ignoring him. Even though he wanted for nothing, was well cared for, attended the best schools, and was given the best education, he didn't feel loved.
If anything, feeling invisible, he felt abandoned by his own mother. As if ashamed of him, she seldom showed him any motherly affection. She never hugged him, kissed him goodnight, read him a bedtime story, or made him feel important. Now that he was older, seldom showing him any interest, she never complimented him and/or asked him questions about his life, interests, or hobbies. She left all of that up to his nannies. Because she was so difficult, she had a hard time keeping nannies, and as soon as he grew close to one, there was a new one taking her place.
# # #
Always horny and with him having an intimate knowledge of her lingerie drawer, now he knew why she wore such sexy and expensive lingerie beneath her modestly moral and unrevealing clothes. With her dramatically changing since her stripping days, he had seen nuns dressed more sexual and provocatively than his mother. He was always sexually attracted to her but even more so now that he knew that she once worked as a stripper, was an exhibitionist, and a VIP room whore. Now, curious to know, he wondered which color and style of matching bra and panties she was wearing today.
'With her wearing a light blue blouse and a navy-blue skirt, she was probably wearing her silk and satin, ivory matching bra and panties,' he thought.
With her having every color of the rainbow and every style of panties and bras, she could open her own lingerie shop. Whenever she was out late attending this political fund raiser, this charity event, or this exclusive party, he masturbated while looking at the naked pictures of his mother, his aunts, and/or his grandmother and imagining having sex with them. Something he enjoyed doing while holding his mother's panties and fondling her empty bra cups, he would masturbate himself while imagining feeling and fondling his mother's big tits. He imagined fingering her erect nipples, rubbing her clit, fingerfucking her, and masturbating her pussy.
He would masturbate himself while imagining his aunts naked and having sex with them, too. He would masturbate himself while imagining his grandmother naked and having sex with her, also. If only he could get hold of their bras and panties to masturbate over while stroking his cock in his bedroom, he would be a happy nephew and grandson. With a trunk full of sexy clothes, he had access to their strippers' costumes but with them all taking the same sizes back then, even his grandmother, he couldn't tell which costume belonged to which of them.
Yet, now that he knew their sexy secrets, he couldn't wait to confront his mother, his aunts, and his grandmother. Much like his mother, in the way that his aunts always embarrassed him and/or shamed him, laughing at him and making him feel stupid, he couldn't wait to embarrass them and shame them, too. Excited about seeing the surprised looks on their faces, he couldn't wait to let them all know that he knew the hidden truth about their salacious, sexual pasts.
So glad that he stumbled over his mother's secret trunk, shocked would be an understatement. Had he not been going through her lingerie drawer; he never would have found the key to the trunk but glad that he did. With them all pretending that they're someone that they're obviously not, ladies instead of whores, he couldn't wait to see the real them. With his Mom and aunts no ladies but pretending that they all are, he couldn't wait to uncover the strippers that they are and, no doubt, the whores that they all still are, too.
Always horny and with him having an intimate knowledge of his mother's lingerie drawer, now he knew why she wore such sexy and expensive lingerie beneath her modestly moral and unrevealing clothes. With her dramatically changing since her stripping days, he had seen nuns dressed more sexual and provocatively than his mother. He was always sexually attracted to her but even more so now that he knew that she once worked as a stripper, was an exhibitionist, a talented cocksucker, and a VIP room whore.
Now, curious to know, as if he had a panty fetish and obviously, he did, he wondered which color and style of panties she was wearing today. While staring at his mother's closed knees, he imagined her wearing one of a dozen panties that would match her navy-blue skirt. He only hoped she was wearing a lighter color panty than a darker one. He'd be able to clearly see her panties and more of the outline of her pussy if she was wearing bright white panties instead of black or navy-blue ones.
Again, curious to know, this time, as if he had a bra fetish and obviously, he did, he wondered which color and style bra she was wearing today. While staring at the big impressions her breasts made in her form fitting, light, blue blouse, he imagined her wearing one of a dozen bras that would match her blouse. Unable to see the impressions of her nipples, he hoped she wasn't wearing a padded bra. Yet, seemingly all bras today are padded, even those bras with D and double D cups. Unless they're not wearing a bra, women's nipples seldom show through their clothes anymore.
'With her wearing a light, blue blouse and a navy-blue skirt, he guessed that she was probably wearing her ivory, silk and satin, matching padded bra and silk, bikini panties,' he thought. Even though she had big and shapely, C cup breasts, unfortunately for him, all of her bras were padded.
With her having every color of the rainbow and every style of panties and bras, she could open her own lingerie shop. Whenever she was out late attending this political fund raiser, this charity event, or this exclusive party, he masturbated while looking at the naked pictures of his mother, his aunts, and/or his grandmother and imagining having sex with them. Something he enjoyed doing while holding his mother's panties and fondling her empty bra cups, he masturbated himself while imagining feeling and fondling his mother's big tits. He imagined fingering her erect nipples, rubbing her clit, fingerfucking her, and masturbating her pussy.
He'd masturbate himself while imagining his aunts naked and having sex with them, too. He'd masturbate himself while imagining his grandmother naked and having sex with her, also. If only he could get hold of their bras and panties to masturbate over while stroking his cock in his bedroom, he'd be a happy nephew and grandson. With a trunk full of their sexy clothes, he had access to their strippers' costumes but with them all taking the same sizes back then, even his grandmother, he couldn't tell which costume belonged to which of them.
Yet, now that he knew their sexy, sexual secrets, he couldn't wait to confront his mother, his aunts, and his grandmother. In the way that his mother and his aunts always embarrassed him and/or shamed him, laughed at him, and made him feel stupid, he couldn't wait to embarrass them and shame them, too. Excited about seeing the surprised looks on their faces, he couldn't wait to let them all know that he knew the hidden truth about their salacious, sexual pasts.
So glad that he stumbled over his mother's secret trunk, shocked would be an understatement. Had he not been going through her lingerie drawer, but glad that he did, he never would have found the key to the trunk. With them all pretending that they're someone that they're obviously not, ladies instead of whores, he couldn't wait to see the real them. With his Mom and aunts no ladies but pretending that they all are, he couldn't wait to uncover the strippers that they are and, no doubt, the whores that they used to be and still are, too.
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Chapter 02:
A common trait of most humans, self-assessment was something mother and son had in common albeit with conversely different conclusions. Even though, he had the benefit of a superior, private school education and his mother didn't, lacking in self-confidence, he was never boastful. Yet, full of herself, especially now that she had money, his mother still aggrandized herself as if she was still on-stage stripping and exposing her naked body to men. While puffing up herself, she downplayed him.
With her thinking that he was less than he was, she thought she was better than he was. With her acting so phony, she wanted everyone to think that she was better than who she was. Not delusional, not kidding himself, and looking at his life with eyes wide open, at least he knew who he was. Obviously, with some sort of disconnect in her past, he was more realistically mature about himself than his mother was about herself. Even with his superior education, not nearly done educating himself, he knew he had so much more to learn.
'I know who I am and I know what I am. I'm rich, I'm privileged, and I'm an incestuous pervert. Unable to control my thoughts and my actions, even though I know better, if I could, I'd have sex with my mother, with my aunts, and even with my grandmother,' he thought. 'Yet, my sexual perversions don't define me. I'm more than a man who wants to have incestuous sex with his female relatives,' he thought. 'Even though I'm twisted enough to want to have incestuous sex with the females of my family, I'm still kind, loving, and caring.'
Comparing himself to his mother, he reflected on himself while thinking about her. He knew she was as selfish as she was self-centered, no secret there, but what made her that way? Born beautiful, shapely, and sexy, other than to keep fit by exercising, wearing makeup, and designer clothes, she had little to do with how she looked. Not having to struggle for anything, after seducing his rich father into marrying her, she never worked hard for anything.
'Embracing my true self, at least I don't pretend that I'm someone else or something that I'm not. It is what it is and I am who I am. Unembarrassed and unashamed, I don't have any remorse that I not only incestuously lust over my mother but also that I sexually lust over my aunts and my grandmother, too. Even though that day may never come, while masturbating myself, I look forward to that day in my sexual fantasies when I show them all how much I love them and sexually want them,' he thought.
Adding to his hatred of his mother, she always talked down to him as if he was still a child and/or not very bright, even though he was brighter and better educated than she was. An endearing name for a child but not a name for a grown man, as if, sometimes, she couldn't bother to remember his name, she always called him Sweetie. She called him Sweetie as if he was something good to eat or someone good to suck. It was the way that she said Sweetie that sounded so phony, so belittling, so degrading, and so annoying.
To be honest, even though she was a self-centered bitch, as much as he'd love her to suck his prick, he'd love to eat his mother's pussy. He'd love to make love to her and fuck her, too. Controlling her with sex, he'd love to watch her squirm while watching her and hearing her having multiple, sexual orgasms. He'd love nothing more than for his whore of an exhibitionist, stripper mother to stroke his cock while sucking his cock. His sexual fantasy come true, he'd love to cum in her mouth, all over her face, and across her naked breasts.
'Suck it, Mom. Suck my cock. Blow me. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth,' he imagined saying while holding her head in place with a heavy hand to the back of her blonde, pretty head.
With his aunts Victoria and Isabella just like his mother, Elizabeth, they were all phony, dismissive, and self-centered. Completely opposite, his grandmother, Mary, was kind, loving, fun, and real. She knew she was an exhibitionistic whore and never tried to hide it. Instead, flashing him bits and parts of her sexy lingerie clad and naked body, she used exhibitionism to sexually attract him to her. As much as he thought about having forbidden sex with his mother and his aunts, he thought about having incestuous sex with his grandmother, too.
As much as she loved showing him what he should never see of his grandmother, he loved seeing what he should never see of his grandmother. With her not shy about showing him all that he wanted to see, as much as he loved seeing his grandmother's bright, white panties, he loved seeing his grandmother's naked breasts. Obviously, much like his mother but not anything like his grandmother, thinking they were God's gifts to men, the beauty and the sexuality of his aunts went to their heads. Unlike their fun-loving mother, the three of them were stuck-up bitches.
Showing him her love, his grandmother was the only one who was kind to him, respected him, and treated him as an adult. Yet, definitely, in the way that he longed to have sex with his mother and his aunts, he yearned to have sex with his grandmother, too. Every time she flashed him up-skirt peeks of her panties or up-nightgown peeks of her naked pussy, he stared. Every time she flashed him down-blouse views of her bra and cleavage or down nightgown views of her naked breasts, he wanted to touch and feel her breasts while fingering her big nipples.
Encouraging him to be a better man, proud of all that he had already done, she was the only one who paid him any loving attention and complimented him on his accomplishments. Then, again, something that his mother and/or his aunts would never dare do, his grandmother was always grabbing, pinching, and/or groping his ass through his clothes. He couldn't say that he didn't like the sexual attention when he did. He only wished she'd grab, pinch, and/or grope his cock through his pants, too.
Yet, oddly enough, difficult for him to return the sexual favor of groping her, even though he wanted to grope his grandmother's shapely ass and her big breasts, he couldn't. Even though he wanted to touch and feel her everywhere, he didn't want to disrespect her and have her think of him as an incestuous pervert, even though he was. Not wanting to ruin the close relationship he enjoyed with his grandmother, she was the only one who talked to him with sincerity and listened to him attentively. Definitely, he'd have sex with her, if she'd have sex with him.
"You still have that beautiful ass, Val. I used to bite your ass when you were a baby," she said patting his ass through his pants. "Just like a firm, ripe piece of fruit, I love your ass," she said slowly sliding her hand across his jean covered ass while stopping to squeeze his butt cheeks, first one and then the other.
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He looked at her with sexual excitement and smiled while imagining her naked and having sex with him. He only wished she liked his cock as much as she liked his ass and as much as he loved her big tits, erect nipples, and shapely ass. Maybe because of all of that pole dancing but for a woman her age, she had a sexy figure and a great ass. With her always giving him an erection by deliberately flashing him, he'd love for his grandmother to touch, feel, finger, grab, and grope his erect prick through his jeans.
Not stopping there, with one thing leading to another thing, he imagined unzipping himself and pulling out his stiff, naked prick while his grandmother watched. In the sexual way that he wanted his mother and his aunts, he incestuously wanted his grandmother, too. Wishing he could stick his cock in her mouth, he'd love for her to stroke him while sucking him and before cumming in her mouth. In the way that he imagined making love to his mother and to his aunts, he imagined making love to his grandmother before fucking her hard and fast.
"Thank you, Grandma. I'm glad you like my ass," he said with a dirty laugh while not saying all that he was thinking and all that he wanted to say to the old whore.
With him 22-years-old and her 66-years-old, she was three times his age. Yet, having the same youthful genes of his mother and aunts, if he didn't know her age and was to guess how old she was, he'd say that she was fifty-something-years-old. If he didn't know his mother's and his aunt's ages, he'd guess that they were thirty-something-years-old instead of forty-something-years-old. Granted they all wore makeup, coiffed their hair, and wore designer clothes that flattered their shapely figures but he hoped he looked as good as they do at their ages.
'I like your ass and I especially love your big tits, too, Grandma,' he wanted to say. 'You can bite my ass now, as long as you nibble on my cock while allowing me to fondle your naked, natural breasts and finger your big, erect nipples, Grandma,' he wanted to say but didn't dare say that either. 'Suck my cock, Grandma. Blow me. Give me a blowjob,' he wanted to say with her making him so horny but, again, not wanting to ruin the close relationship that he enjoyed with his grandmother, he didn't want to offend her and/or insult her.
Obviously, in the way that he wanted to have incestuous sex with his mother and with his aunts, he wanted to have incestuous sex with his grandmother, too. He so wanted to say that he loved her big tits, but not wanting to disrespect her, not wanting to be like every other horny, incestuous man, he didn't dare. Satisfied to look instead of touch, his grandmother gave him all the loving affection that he needed and all of the attention, sexual and otherwise, that his mother never gave him.
Something so sexually exciting, no matter what she wore, he could always see her erect nipples through her clothes, especially when she wasn't wearing a bra. Mesmerized as if hypnotized, long before he even knew she worked as a stripper, careful not to catch him staring, he always stared at the impressions of his grandmother's erect nipples. He so wanted to finger them while sucking them. Tempted to do so, especially when she sunbathed by the pool topless and especially when they played Marco Polo, seemingly with them always so erect, he was so tempted to finger, pull, turn, and twist her nipples.
She had such huge nipples that he always wondered if her daughters had big nipples, too, and now that he saw their topless and naked photos, he knew that his mother and his aunts had enormous nipples, too. With them all so modestly moral, until he found their topless and naked photos in the trunk, he had never seen as much as his mother's and/or his aunts' bra straps. Now, as much as he wanted to touch, feel, and fondle his grandmother's breasts while fingering her erect nipples, he wanted to touch, feel, and fondle his mother's and his aunts' breasts while fingering their erect nipples.
He removed his grandmother's naked breasts, the impressions of her big nipples, and her nibbling on his prick from his mind. Instead, he concentrated more on what he wanted and needed to say to his mother. Taking a big step, once he said what he hoped he'd say to her, there was no taking it back. Their mother and son relationship would forever be changed and would never be the same, not that they had much of a mother and son relationship anyway.
Still, he could only imagine the shocked look on her face when he confronted her with all that he knew about her sexual past. He couldn't wait to tell her that he not only found her old trunk but also that he found the key to open it. He couldn't wait to see the look on her face when he told her that he knew that she worked as a stripper. He couldn't wait to tell her that he knew she had sex for money. He couldn't wait to call his mother a whore.
'Whore,' he imagined saying to his mother when she treated him like dirt.
He couldn't wait to tell her that he saw her, her sisters', and her mother's topless and naked photos. The final, big blow, he couldn't wait to tell he that he found all of their diaries and read them all, too. Something so despicable and dastardly evil, he couldn't wait to blackmail his mother for sex. He couldn't wait to have extorted sex with his mother. Something he never thought possible until he learned about her sordid, sexual past, he couldn't wait to have sex with his aunts and his grandmother, too.
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Ignoring him and practically abandoning him by shipping him off to private, boarding schools and relinquishing his care to nannies, he couldn't wait to confront his mother about her secret life. By exposing her literally and figuratively, embarrassing her by humiliating her was his way to receive a modicum of revenge for the deplorable way his mother had treated him. With her giving him years of emotional abuse, this was his way to treat her like the bitch that she was for her treating him like the bastard he is by her being impregnated by another man before marriage.
'Mom, I have something sweet for you to eat,' he imagined saying now that he knew his mother was a gifted cocksucker and her special talent was giving men blowjobs for money.
Daring himself to do so but resisting the sexual urge, he wondered what she'd do if he exposed his stiff prick to her and stroked himself in front of her. Would she look at his exposed prick with sexual arousal? Perhaps, tempted to move to her knees to stroke him before sucking him, would she stare while watching him masturbate himself? Or would she look away in disgust and anger? If he had to bet, he'd wager that he'd have holy Hell to pay for exposing his cock to his mother and would be looking for another place to live.
Yet, not rejecting the imagined image of exhibitionism, it would be his sexual fantasy if she stared at his exposed prick instead of looking away. It would be his sexual fantasy come true if she moved to her knees in front of him and took his erect prick in her hand and stroked him before taking his stiff cock in her mouth to suck him. In the way that his mother sucked so very men, he'd love for her to suck him, too. If she sucked all of them, why wouldn't she agree to suck him, too?
'Suck my cock, Mom. Suck your Sweetie. Blow me. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth, all over your pretty face, and all over your beautiful, silk blouse,' he wanted to say but didn't dare for fear of her asking him to leave her house.
In the way that his Aunt Victoria fucked so many men, he'd love for her to fuck him, too. In the way that his Aunt Isabella enjoyed being stripped naked and taken, he'd love to strip her naked and take her, too. In the way that his grandmother enjoyed playing the Dominatrix, he'd love to be his grandmother's sexual slave.
'Oh, Grandma, force me to obediently obey you. Strip me naked and spank my naked ass with your paddle. Then, blindfold me and tie me to your bed. Once you have me where you want me, sit on my face and force me to eat your pussy,' he thought while making himself horny with incestuous lust for his grandmother.
Not stopping with his grandmother and his aunts, he imagined his mother stroking him while sucking him. He imagined her staring up at him with her big, blue eyes with his cock in her mouth. He imagined his mother sexually teasing him by kissing his cock and licking his cock while stroking his prick and sucking his prick.
'Oh, Sweetie, you have such a big prick,' he imagined his mother saying. 'Cum, Sweetie. Cum. Cum in Mommy's mouth.'
In the way that he imagined his aunts and his grandmother blowing him, he imagined his mother stroking him while sucking him, too. He imagined cumming in her sexy mouth. Then, as soon as she removed his prick from her lips, he imagined giving his MILF of a mother a cum bath. He imagined cumming all over her pretty face, in long, lush, blonde hair, and across her blue, silk blouse. Not that it mattered to him but he wondered if semen stained silk.
As if he was a paying customer instead of her son, he gave her a long, hard look. He gave her his best hypnotic stare while hoping that he could make the impressions of her nipples magically appear in the way his grandmother's nipples always magically appeared. Not only would he love to see his mother's naked breasts but also, he'd love to suck her nipples, too. Now that he knew she was a blowjob queen; he'd love to fondle his mother's big tits while she stroked and sucked his erect dick.
Determined to embarrass and humiliate her, he wanted her to know that he knew her sexy, secret life. Even though she was his mother and he loved her and hated her at the same time, he wanted her to know that he knew about her checkered past. He wanted her to know that he no longer held her in the high regard that she held herself. If anything, knocking her off of her self-imposed, high pedestal, he now thought of her more as a whore than as a lady.
'Whore! You dirty whore! Once a slut, always a slut,' he thought. 'You can put lipstick on a pig and dress them in designer clothes but they're still a pig, nonetheless.'
As if she was sitting across from him naked, giving her his best perversely perverted leer, he wanted her to catch him undressing her with his eyes. Usually looking away whenever she caught him looking and/or staring, not looking away now, he leered at the impressions her big breasts made in her tailor-made blouse before staring down at her shapely legs. Now, he knew why his mother, his aunts, and his grandmother all had the shapely and sexy legs of dancers because, in another life, they were all dancers, exotic dancers.
Not sure how to ask her his questions while rephrasing them over and again in his mind, there was no way to ask his mother his sexually inappropriate questions without coming across as immorally crass. Yet, now that he knew what his mother once was and hopefully still is a whore, he was sure that she had heard much worse. Not wasting time beating around the bush, getting right to the point, he was determined to ask her the questions that he needed to ask and was most curious to know.
"Mom," he asked while giving her a soft, loving smile?
She looked up from what she was reading to give him her full attention. He wondered if she was going to grant his request. He figured she'd give him a hard time before he confessed the secret, sexual dirt that he had uncovered on her to tell her friends. Threatening to ruin her life, he hoped that once she realized that he was serious about broadcasting all that he knows, she'd give him whatever he wanted, and what he wanted was incestuous sex.
"Yes, Val. What is it, Sweetie?"
'Sweetie,' he thought?
He always hated it when she called him Sweetie instead calling him by his name. Actually, she did call him Val just now. Most times, she just called him Sweetie.
A pet name given to him as a child even though he was now an adult, it was embarrassing for his mother to continue to call him Sweetie especially when in a roomful of people. How would she like it if he called her whore or cocksucker? She wouldn't think him so sweet when he told her all that he knew about her salaciously, sinful past of her, her two, whore sisters, and even her whore mother.
'Surprise! Your secret is out, Mom. I know you were once an exhibitionist, a stripper, a talented cocksucker, and a VIP room whore,' he thought.
He thought carefully how to confront his mother to get what he wanted without upsetting her enough for her to retreat from him. Since this was still her house and he was now an adult, the last thing he wanted was her to ask him to leave her house. What he wanted instead was her sexual cooperation. As a sign of sexual cooperation, a little exhibitionism would go a long way in sexually appeasing him.
'So, Mom, tell me,' he thought while imagining saying what he was thinking to her. 'Other than for the money, why did you decide to become a stripper? Are you an exhibitionist? Did you masturbate after flashing yourself to unsuspecting men? Did it sexually arouse you to show a multitude of men your naked breasts, your naked pussy, and your naked ass?'
Depending on how she answered or didn't answer his questions, whether she answered his questions or not would set the stage as to how the rest of their conversation would go. He ran the questions through his mind again before asking them. As if rehearsing a script, he didn't want his mother to hate him any more than she already did. Instead, he wanted her to love him and make love to him.
'Tell me. I'm curious to know. Were you embarrassed or sexually aroused the first time you stripped yourself naked while dancing around a pole in front of a roomful of horny men,' he imagined asking her?
While wondering what she'd say or wouldn't say, he practiced his next question.
'Tell me, were you embarrassed or did you become sexually aroused when removing your clothes, or was it just a job,' he imagined asking her? Taking his sexually, inappropriate questions to an extreme, he imagined probing deeper with his crass questions. 'Were your nipples erect and your pussy wet when you were dancing around a pole while undressing?'
He wondered what she'd say in response to his sexually, inappropriate questions.
'Tell me, I'm so curious to know, what do they do in the VIP rooms at strip clubs? What did you, your sisters, and your mother do in the VIP rooms,' he imagined asking and personally probing deeper? 'While giving men private lap dances, did you allow them to touch you and feel you for money? Did you give men hand jobs and blowjobs in the VIP rooms? Did you have sex for money in the VIP rooms?'
Expecting a violent response or no response at all, he wondered what she'd say after he sexually interrogated her. He wondered what she'd do after he asked her such inappropriate, sexual questions. Would she finally come clean and tell the truth about her colorful past or would she continue to lie? Or after he revealed the truth about her past, would she ask him to leave her house?
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This was it. This was really it. He was going to let his mother know that he knew she was no lady. He was going to let his mother know that he knew she worked as a stripper and was a whore. He was going to let his mother know that he knew that sucking cock was her God given talent, her special, sexual skill, and that he knew that she loved sucking men's pricks for money. Now, every time he looked at his mother, he imagined her holding a naked prick in her hand or sucking one in her mouth.
'Whore,' he thought when looking at his mother now! 'Whore!'
Wishing he had a stiff drink before he sat to talk to his mother, he took a big breath for courage. He couldn't wait to see the look on her face when he asked her his sexually, inappropriate questions. Knowing she wouldn't answer his questions truthfully, he wondered how she'd skirt the issue. No doubt, she'd pretend that she didn't know what he was talking about. Yet, armed with everything from her secret trunk and her topless and naked photos to her detailed diary, he had plenty of supporting documentation and evidence of her sordid, sexual past to justify his questions.
'Having nothing to lose and everything to gain, here I go,' he thought.
His only downfall, he hoped that she didn't ask him to leave her house. Fearing that it may come to that, part of her divorce settlement, this was still her house and in her name. With him no longer a child but an adult, she could ask him to leave at any time. With her the selfish and self-centered, raving bitch that she is, confronting her could backfire. With her able to afford a staff of attorneys filing defamation of character and extortion lawsuits, and with him not yet having the money to defend himself, she could make his life a holy, living Hell.
Yet, deciding that hopefully having sex with his mother was well worth the risk of being asked to leave and/or being sued, he could always move in with his grandmother. His grandmother would not only take him in but also, no doubt, would allow him to sleep in her bed. If he couldn't blackmail his mother and/or his aunts, if he couldn't have sex with any of them, he'd settle for having sex with his grandmother. He took a big breath for courage before asking her all that he needed to know.
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"I'm curious to know, Mom," he said staring at her crossed legs before looking up at her blouse and bra clad breasts. Starting out small, as if he was having a normal conversation with his mother, he asked his first, sexually inappropriate question as if he didn't have ulterior motives and wasn't even thinking of having sex with her. "What color and type of panties and bra are you wearing, Mom," he asked while giving her his best, innocent smile?
As if he had slapped her across her face or thrown a glass of water all over her beautiful, silk blouse, she looked at him stunned and speechless. As if he had torn open her blouse and groped her bra clad breasts, as if he had lifted her skirt and felt her panty clad ass and fingered her pussy, she looked at him as if he had sexually assaulted her. Seemingly not knowing how to respond to his sexual question regarding the type and color of her underwear, immediately, as if she was insulted and, obviously, she was, she copped an attitude.
Only, now that he saw her topless and naked pictures, and read her personal and very private diary, he knew her for the whore that she was and not the lady that she pretended to be. Now that he saw the topless and naked photos of his aunts and his grandmother, he knew that they all were strippers, exhibitionists, and VIP room whores. Unless she was forced to strip by given drugs and/or for drugs, other than being desperate for money, no normal, modestly, moral woman would become a stripper and a prostitute.
Never knowing much about his mother before, now that he knew so much more about her sexual past and her character, he knew her so much better. He not only knew her for the exhibitionist she was but also for the whore that she had become. Yet, a tough nut to crack, he knew it would be hard to have his wicked, sexual way with his mother. No doubt, in the way that he wanted to have incestuous sex with her, clearly, she didn't want to have forbidden sex with him.
Besides, with her already having been there and done all of that with so many different men, what was her motivation for her to have sex with him? His ace in the hole was his father's reputation. If she wanted to continue living in this house and continue living her lavish lifestyle, she'd capitulate and give him what he sexually wanted and what he wanted was to have illicit sex with his mother's naked body.
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"I beg your pardon," she said as if she was a socialite or a royal and he asked to see her tits?
With him finally having the upper hand, he smiled before repeating his question.
"What color panties and bra are you wearing? I'm curious to know," he said while helping her along with his next, sexual question. "Which type of panties are you wearing, bikini panties, thongs, hipsters, French cut panties, Brazilian briefs, or a G-string?" Not stopping there, he continued his verbal, sexual assault of his mother. "What type bra are you wearing, push up bra, padded bra, T-shirt bra, convertible bra, strapless bra, or shelf bra?"
With her eyes already bulging out of her head and her mouth hanging open in shocked surprise, she looked at him as he had been drinking. Yet, with the questions more for him than they obviously weren't for her, just asking his mother about the color and type of bra and panties she was wearing gave him an erection. Now that he knew she was a talented cocksucker made him want to walk to her, unzip himself, pull his prick from his pants, and forced his erect cock in her mouth.
He imagined reaching behind her head and pulling her hair hard enough for her to open her mouth to scream. If she refused to open her mouth and take his stiff prick inside, he imagined pinching her nostrils together until she opened her mouth to breath. Then, filling his mother's mouth with his erect prick, he imagined holding a heavy hand to the back of her blonde, pretty head. He imagined humping her mouth and fucking her face until he exploded a load of cum in her mouth, his mother's mouth, and she swallowed his cum.
"How dare you ask me such sexual questions about my lingerie," she asked in anger? "What's wrong with you, Val, to suddenly be so offensively disrespectful?" She looked hard at him in the way he had been looking hard at her. "Have you been drinking? Are you on drugs?"
Then, taking control of her temper, obviously, surprising even herself, he had pushed her stripper buttons. With his money on his mother, he wondered who would win in a stripper catfight between her and her two sisters. He'd love to watch his mother and his aunts fighting while ripping off their clothes and stripping themselves naked. He wanted to apologize for asking his mother such sexually inappropriate questions but, not sorry for his disrespect, he didn't apologize. Instead, he watched her fuming while self-imploding.
"You shouldn't ask a lady what color and type of panties and bra she's wearing," she said as if he had slapped her. "And you should never ask your mother about her undergarments," she said with a phony smile. "You've not only embarrassed me but also as if you're undressing me with your eyes, you're making me feel uncomfortable by your continued, sexual leer."
'Lady my ass,' he thought while smiling at her again. 'Uncomfortable?' You haven't heard nothing yet, Mother. 'Whore! Slut! Cocksucker!'
He gave her an apologetic smile.
"Sorry, Mom, I wasn't thinking," he said with a grin before sexually insulting her again.
She waved her hand as if all that he said was no big deal.
"It's okay," she said. "You didn't mean anything by it."
Obviously, with her thinking that he was finished sexually offending her, he was just beginning to shock his mother by slowly revealing her sexual past. He leered at her again as if she was sitting across from him naked. He leered at her again while imagining having sex with his mother.
"Perhaps, you're embarrassed to tell me the color and type of panties that you're wearing because you're not wearing panties," he said staring at her legs. "Is that it, Mom, you're not wearing panties? Are you sitting across from me with your naked pussy? Yet, by how high your breasts are, you appear to be wearing a very supportive bra," he said while staring at his mother's blouse and bra clad breasts.
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With her able to turn it on and off, he wondered what she was like around her paying customers. He wondered what she was like in bed. He wondered what she looked like and sounded like when having a sexual orgasm. Then, as if she was rethinking what he had just asked about her not wearing panties, sitting across from him with her naked pussy, and wearing a very supportive brassiere, in an instant, she became angry again.
"Oh, my God! Val! What's wrong with you? Why would you dare ask me, your mother, such rude and vulgar, sexually charged questions? Placing you in the best, private schools, I brought you up better than that. I can't believe you turned out to be such a perverted, sexual pig," she said. "How dare you ask me such perversely perverted, personal questions about my undergarments?"
'Brought me up? Perverted, sexual pig he thought? There's only one perverted, sexual pig in this room and it's not me, Mother,' he so wanted to say but not wanting her to leave the room in disgust or ask him to leave her house, he didn't. Instead, he remained quiet while thinking of what he was going to say to her next.
Giving credit to his nannies and to his teachers, she didn't bring him up, he brought myself up. Shuttled from private, boarding schools and to prep school before going away to college, he only saw his mother briefly on holidays. With her jet setting here, there, and everywhere, always so busy traveling and inaccessible even when she was home, he hardly knew her. Attending this function or this party, she was always too busy for him.
With them all strangers to him, he saw his aunts and his grandmother even less. Yet, he liked his grandmother a lot. He loved her more than he loved his mother and/or his aunts. Much like his aunts, his mother was a selfish, raving bitch. His grandmother was kind, loving, fun, and sexy. Instead of living with his mother, if his mother asked him to leave her house, he'd live with his grandmother if he could, and if she'd have him. If not, he'd move in with a friend.
Resetting himself while rethinking what he was going to say next, he took a breath and relaxed. Not giving her control of the conversation, she wasn't going to upset him in the way that he hoped to and had already upset her. Now that he was home for good, with him gone and out of her way all day, she wanted him to work for his father. Yet, he needed a break before he started working for the next forty-years of his privileged life. As if he was the cat who ate the canary, he smiled at her again.
"Why would I ask you such rude and vulgar, sexually charged questions?"
He laughed. Because you're a whore, he wanted to say. Yet, not wanting to unduly antagonize his mother, he didn't say that either. Instead, he needed her cooperation in her giving him what he wanted and what he wanted from her was sex, incestuous sex.
"Yes, why? Why all of a sudden are you acting like this. I'm curious to know," she said.
He smiled at his mother while sexually staring at her. Giving her the eye, with her not wearing very much, skirt, blouse, bra, and panties, he continued to strip her naked. Now that he knew about their pasts, he'd love to play strip poker not only with his mother but also with his aunts and his grandmother. Even if he lost, he'd win.
"Because I've been going through your lingerie drawer, Mother," he confessed with an exasperatingly, long pause while making eye contact with her. "You have such beautiful and sexy underthings," he said ready to shock her further by his forthcoming, sexual confession.
Obviously not knowing how to respond to his rudeness, she looked at him with shocked confusion.
"Pardon? I'm sorry. What? You've been going through my lingerie drawer?"
Obviously, trying to calm her stripper temper, she took a breath and paused to look at him.
"Yes," he said. "It sexually excites me to touch and feel your panties and bra while imagining you wearing them," he said.
As if she was accustomed to hearing such sexual confessions, she looked at him without showing any emotion.
"Well, thank you for complimenting me on my lingerie, I think, but why have you been invading my privacy by going through my things," she asked? She stared at him while waiting for him to reply. Then, when he didn't reply, she continued. "Where are you going with this, Valentino?"
When she called him Valentino instead of Sweetie or Val, he knew he was getting to her. She only called him Valentino when she was angry. Obviously, he was no longer her Sweetie. Perhaps, surmising what was coming next, instead of sexually arousing her, he had upset his mother.
He pushed the ottoman away with his foot and leaned forward in his chair as if he was about to hand her a hundred-dollar-bill for a lap dance. Yet, knowing the caviar and champagne taste of his mother, she'd probably charge a thousand-dollars for a lap dance. If he wasn't her son but some John, he wondered what she'd charge him for sex. Even the cost of a good stripper and a decent whore goes up with inflation.
"Sometimes, when I'm horny and I know you'll be out late, I go through your lingerie drawer," he said while fingering the head of his cock through his pants in front of her. "I take a different set of your bra and panties to bed with me. I masturbate over them while imagining you wearing them and modeling them for me. I masturbate myself while imagining you naked and having sex with me," he said. "I ejaculate in a tissue while imagining ejaculating cum in your mouth and/or in your pussy."As if he had tasered her, she looked at him in stunned silence by all that he confessed. She looked at him as if she didn't even know him and had no idea who he was. She looked at him as if he was insane. She looked at him as if he had suddenly lost all of his senses. She looked at him in the way that his mother had never looked at him before. Yet, what did she expect? Two of a kind, like mother, like son, they were both perversely, perverted, sexual animals.
Now, instead of looking at him as her Sweetie, she looked at him as if he was a deranged, sexually perverted man instead of her loving son. Surely, with her once a stripper and a prostitute, she had heard much worse than her son asking what color and style panties and bra she was wearing. Surely, she was used to men, even if that man was her son, trying to put the sexual moves on her. Surely, she was used to men, even if that man was her son, sexually lusting over her and masturbating over her.
"Well, I'm glad you told me of your sexual attraction to my lingerie," she said calmly albeit with a nervous, little laugh. "I'm glad that we can discuss personal and otherwise private, sexual things openly and honestly. At your age, it's normal for a 22-year-old man to masturbate over women, even if that woman is his mother. I understand that," she said with a warm and understanding smile. "Yet, you need to find a girlfriend, Val. You need to have an outlet for your horniness and sexual frustration. You shouldn't be looking to your mother for sex."
He rolled my eyes and sighed while shrugging his shoulders.
"I've had plenty of girlfriends, Mom. Only, when they see the car that I drive and the address where I live, all they see are dollar signs. They don't see me. They only see money," he said. "It's hard to find a nice girl, a sincere woman, who likes me for myself and who's not a gold digger.
No doubt, with her having been a gold digger with his father, and her sisters' gold diggers with their husbands, seemingly, with them all trophy wives and with their men for the money, they were all gold diggers. Immediately agreeing with him, she nodded her blonde, pretty head as if she understood exactly what he was saying. Now, he knew that sex, specifically blowjobs, was how his mother trapped his father, how his aunts trapped their husbands, and how his grandmother trapped his deceased grandfather.
Sex and money, other than power and influence, seemingly everything was about sex and money. A fair exchange, women have their beautiful bodies and are willing to surrender them, if men are willing to pay for the sexual pleasure, one way or another. Alas, in the way of fading beauty, relationships only built on sex and/or money never last. Once their sexual attraction is given to someone younger, prettier, and sexier, the men are gone along with their money.
"What about your friends? Maybe you should go out with them more. You stay home too much," she said. "You'll never find someone by hiding in the house and ensconced alone in our room."
He shrugged.
"All my friends want to do is to drink and get drunk or take drugs and get high," he said. "All they want to do is to go clubbing, drink champagne, have sex with a different woman every night. That's not me. I'm looking for one, special woman," or four special women, he wanted to say but didn't say what he was thinking while continuing to sexually leer at his mother.
With her working in a strip club and seeing the worst of men, again, she nodded her head as if she understood his dilemma. With most men unimaginative, perversely perverted pigs, no doubt, and with them all wanting the same things, she had heard every line in the book numerous times. No doubt, comparing notes, between her sisters and her mother, they were four, very experienced and savvy whores.
"Tell me. Maybe I can help. What interests do you have? Perhaps, you should explore what's important to you. Maybe, you need a hobby. Maybe, you should take out the boat or take a long vacation in the Caribbean before working for your father. Tell me what excites you," she asked seemingly unaware that she was asking him such a loaded question?
Val gave his mother his best, shit eating grin.
"What excites me?" He laughed.
Accustomed to her lack of empathy, it took him to confess his sexual attraction to her and to her sexy lingerie for her to show any interest in him. Finally, she gave him her interest. Finally, she asked him a question. Finally, she wanted to know what excites him.
"I'll tell you what excites me, Mother," he said pausing to leer at her while undressing her with his eyes again. "Incestuous sex excites me, Mom," he said. "If it was up to me, I'd have sex with you, with Aunt Victoria, with Aunt Isabella, and even with Grandma Mary," he said. "I'd strip you all naked and after I gave you all sexual orgasms with my fingers, my mouth, and my cock, I'd have you all blow me. I'd cum in all of your mouths. Then, I'd make love to all of you before fucking you all."