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Hoping for a good night's sleep, Mom invites son to sleep with her. She allows him to touch and feel her nearly, naked body while he holds her, comforts her, cuddles her, and spoons her.

Kimberly readied herself for bed in the master bedroom while Michael used the guest bathroom. Before going to his mother's room, in the way that his father used to do with his mother, he stroked himself to a semi-erection while thinking of spooning her while holding his mother's naked breast. Before going to her room, in the way his mother used to do with his father, he stroked himself to an even harder erection while thinking of her holding his naked cock and spooning him.

'Quite the understatement, this should be interesting,' he thought.

Obviously feeling sexy as much as she was feeling horny, perhaps from the wine consumption, or perhaps, because her son volunteered to sleep with her, Kimberly put on her sheerest, shortest, sexiest nightgown. Obviously, as much as this was her son's opportunity to have sex with her, this was her opportunity to have sex with her son. No doubt shocking him, incestuously teasing him, and sexually exciting him, she had never shown as much of her sexy and shapely body as she was about to do tonight.

It was a nightgown she never got to wear for her husband. Perhaps, she chose to wear this nightgown because, giving her son easy access to her nude body, it parted in front as if it was a sarong or a full body kilt without the big pin in front keeping it closed. With it only having one button at the neck holding it somewhat closed, it looked like a sheer poncho or an oversized, wraparound, transparent cape with two big holes for her arms and one for her neck.

Totally see-through, it looked more like something she'd wear over her nightgown than just wearing it alone. Having never worn it to bed before and by choosing it to wear now, with her ex-husband sexually attracted to woman half his age, she knew that her son was sexually attracted to her. Obviously, now that her husband was long gone, she felt and looked sexy wearing it. No doubt, eager to wear it for her son instead of for his father, perhaps it had been a long time since she felt sexy enough to wear it. Perhaps, her wearing such a revealing nightgown now was her signal to him that she wanted sex instead of sleep.

As if he was picking up his date for the Prom or giving his new bride privacy on their Honeymoon night, Michael patiently waited before lightly knocking on her bedroom door. Then, when she didn't answer, he respectfully and impatiently waited again, this time for her to answer his knock. When she didn't respond, nervous now, he lightly knocked again. Perhaps, she was in the master bathroom and was unable to hear him. When she didn't respond again, wondering if she had changed her mind and had already gone to bed, he knocked a third time.

'Maybe she's passed out drunk on her bed and I'll have to undress her,' he thought while imagining removing her low-cut blouse, her short skirt, her bra, and her panties. 'I'd love to strip my mother naked and put her to bed while touching and feeling her everywhere. Then, with her naked, I'd love to sleep with her while holding her. Even though I'd never violate her in such a violent way without her consent, if she awakened and agreed to have sex with me, I'd love to have sex with my drunken mother.'

He knocked again.

"Mom?" Not wanting to barge in on her in the way that she barged in on him earlier, he waited again for her to answer. The last thing he wanted to do was to ruin his chance of sleeping with her by embarrassing her if she wasn't decent. "Mom? Are you decent?" When she didn't answer, he asked the question he wanted to ask in the first place. "May I come in?"

With his mind reeling with sexual excitement of sleeping in the same bed with his mother, he hoped she wasn't decent. In the way that she opened his bedroom door when he was naked, masturbating, and cumming before, he hoped that she was naked, masturbating, and cumming now. Knowing better than that, he'd never catch his mother masturbating in the way that she caught him masturbating. He'd never catch her naked in the way she caught him naked.

In all their years together, granted that he was away at college for four years and home only for the holidays and summer, he had never even seen her in her bra and panties, never mind seeing topless, or naked. He'd love to see his mother in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked. Now that he thought more about it, he wouldn't mind undressing her, especially if she was too drunk to undress herself. He imagined touching and feeling his mother in all the places when she was drunk that he wished he could touch and feel his mother and didn't dare touch and feel his mother when she was sober.

A sexy sight to behold, he hoped she slept in the nude or topless with just panties. A sexy sight to behold, he hoped she'd wear that sexy, black nightgown that she always wore for his father on special occasions. A sexy sight to behold, he hoped she'd wear the sexy Victoria's Secret nightgown that he bought her for Valentine's Day. A sexy sight to behold, his mother could wear her clothes to bed or even a potato sack to bed and she'd still look sexy.

Allowing his sexual fantasies to inspire his horniness and take control of his libido, he knew she'd never wear such sexy nightgowns to bed with him sleeping with her. Yet, hoping beyond hope, if nothing more than his sexual fantasy to masturbate over later, he hoped that she'd open her bedroom door naked and insist that he'd be naked too. She wouldn't have to ask him twice to remove his tee shirt and his pajama bottoms. Only, in the way she'd greet him with her big, naked breasts, her blonde, trimmed pussy, and her round firm ass, he'd greet her with his already throbbing erection.

"Come in Michael," she said finally.

As soon as he opened her bedroom door, she turned her head to look at him while glancing down at his cock that tented his pajama bottoms before focusing her look on his face. As always she did with everything, she ignored the elephant in the room by not lingering her look and/or not commenting on his erection. He wished she would have stared at and commented on his erection so that he could comment on her sheer, sexy nightgown. Never having seen a nightgown so sheer and so sexy, he was already seeing more of his mother's naked body than he had ever seen before.

As if she was his queen and he was her king, or as if she was his new bride and he was her new groom, she was sitting at her dressing table brushing her shoulder length, blonde hair. She turned her body to face him with an inviting smile but when she did, in a serendipitous act of serendipity, a naked, sexual indiscretion, and a huge, embarrassing, fashion faux pas took hold of her. When she stood from her seat at her makeup mirror, her nightgown caught itself on the dressing table drawer. If her already flashing him her naked body with the sheerness of her nightgown wasn't enough, as a bonus, she flashed him even more.

As if the vanity table drawer was complicit in her flashing him her nearly, naked body, the table pulled her nightgown wide open for an instant before she could free her nightgown from the vanity drawer. She quickly closed it with a practiced hand. Then turning a bright red, she blushed that her son had seen as much her naked body, albeit if only but for an instant. Instead of acknowledging her nakedness, she didn't say a word.

Yet, if he had planned it and arranged it to happen, he couldn't have imagined her flashing him her naked body any better than if he tried. Surely, she couldn't have planned flashing him her naked body any better than if she tried and he wondered if she deliberately flashed him her naked body of if it was purely accidental. Yet, with her sudden, naked flash happening too fast to get a good look at her naked breast and naked pussy, he didn't have time to react in his stare to see anything other than knowing that she was naked beneath her nightgown.

'Wow. She's naked beneath her nightgown. My mother is naked,' he thought. 'She's naked under that thing. Holy Hell. This is the most I've ever seen of my mother. I can't believe she's going to wear that flimsy thing to bed. Now I wonder if she wants to do more than just sleep,' he thought while hoping she'd want to do more than just sleep.

Nonetheless the quickness of her hand in closing her nightgown, already recorded in his mind, he still saw a quick glimpse of her blonde, trimmed pussy, and the bottom of her naked breasts, just below her nipples. With her up-skirt, down-blouse, and up-blouse flashes so numerous, he wondered again if her flashing him her underwear clad body and now her nearly naked body was accidental or deliberate. There were just too many flashes for them all to be accidental.

Her nightgown was beautiful and with her looking like the Greek Goddess of love, Aphrodite, she looked sexy wearing it. Yet, he couldn't help but think of his mother naked. Especially after seeing a flash of her naked pussy and the bottom portion of her naked breasts, now, with him preoccupied with her naked body, he couldn't believe he saw so much of his naked mother.

'I saw my mother's naked cunt. I can't believe I saw my mother's naked cunt,' he thought. 'I saw the bottom part of my mother's big, naked breasts. I can't believe I saw the bottom part of my mother's big, naked tits.'

Now that she was standing in front of him in the bright light of her bedroom, had he not already known she was naked, he could clearly see that she was naked beneath the practically sheer material of her nightgown. As if he was a spy noticing every detail of her shapely, sexy, naked body, giving him a peek-a-boo shot of what lay beneath that flimsy material, he couldn't help but notice that her nightgown parted open in the front whenever she moved. Oddly and coincidentally enough, her nightgown looked exactly like the nightgown that Susan wore for her son, Charlie, in SusanJillParker's mother and son incest story that he read and masturbated over for three days, Mom Sleeps with Son on Christmas.

Bursting his eyeballs out of his head, she briefly flashed him enough of her blonde pussy for him to know that she wasn't wearing panties, that she's trimmed, and that she's a natural blonde, which, of course, he already knew. Only having seen her pussy in darkened, in-between her legs, up nightgowns flash before, never had he seen her pussy head on when she was standing immodestly and immorally tall in the soft light of her bedroom until now. Excitingly shocking, he couldn't believe he clearly saw his mom's cunt along with a nice flash of the bottom of her naked breasts.

With her standing in front of him, the bedroom light illuminated her and shined through her nightgown as if she was being X-rayed. Even with her nightgown fully closed, he could clearly see the shapely outline of her breasts through the thin, sheer material of her nightgown. Through the thin, nearly transparent material, he could clearly see her pink areolas and her pink, erect nipples. With her not wearing very much, maybe she was cold but for her nipples to already be erected, he'd rather think that she was as sexually excited as he was.

If he had to choose a nightgown for her to wear to bed, forget about the black one that she always wore for his father and forget about the sexy Victoria's Secret one he bought her for Valentine's Day. If he had to choose a nightgown for her to wear to bed, this would be the nightgown he'd chose for her to wear. By far, as if she was already standing before him naked, this nightgown was the sexiest and most revealing nightgown that he had ever seen.

Yet, shocked by her immoral immodesty and her relaxed and nearly nonexistent inhibitions, perhaps because she was a little drunk. Whether she was drunk or sober, he couldn't believe she was wearing this nightgown to bed. While spooning her, no matter where he touched her and how he held her, he'd be touching and holding his mother's naked skin. As if she was his Valentine's gift wrapped in pale, blue chiffon, tissue paper, he couldn't believe she'd be wearing this sexy nightgown to bed while lying beside her. Maybe the wine she consumed numbed her enough for her to not know what she was wearing and/or how much she was exposing of her beautiful body.

'I can't wait to get in bed with her,' he thought. 'I can't wait to touch her, hold her, spoon her, and feel her through this barely there, thin, sheer nightgown.'

Then, when she leaned forward at the waist to turn down the bed, just as it did when caught on the dressing table drawer, her nightgown opened in front again. Parting as if a curtain during a striptease show, just as she flashed him her naked pussy before, she flashed him her naked pussy again. Then, when she leaned forward more at the waist, as if her big tits beckoned him in the way that the sexy sirens on the rocky shore beckoned Ulysses in Homer's Odysseus, her breasts leaned forward with her. Just as she flashed him the bottoms portion of her breasts before, she flashed him the bottom part of her big, naked, tits again.

'Oh, my God,' he thought staring at all that she was immodestly and immorally showing him. 'If it's not enough that I saw my mother's naked pussy, I'm seeing my mother's naked tits. She has such beautiful tits. I love her shapely breasts and her big, erect nipples.'

Only this time, not making any moves to preserve her modesty, spare her morals, and/or to close her nightgown, acting as if she didn't know or care that she was as exposed as she was, she seemingly and deliberately flashed him without shame or embarrassment. Something he had wanted to see her do for years, his mother deliberately flashed him her naked body. He couldn't believe the woman of his sexual fantasies and masturbation sessions deliberately flashed him a head-on view of her naked pussy and a partial view of the bottom of her naked tits.

'Oh, my God,' he thought again. 'I can't believe how lovely she is. I can't believe the body she has. I can't believe she's wearing this to bed for me to hold her, comfort her, cuddle her, and spoon her. No matter where I hold her, I'll be touching something forbidden. No matter what I touch, I'll be masturbating myself tonight after I leave my mother's bedroom,' he thought to himself while staring at all that his mother was showing him of her beautiful, naked body.

Then, further surprising him, as if she was his late-night date instead of his MILF of a mother, she walked to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. When she pressed her nearly naked body against him, with him not knowing where else to put his horny hands, he wrapped his arm around her slim waist. He was so tempted to slide his hand down and inside her nightgown to squeeze her shapely and nearly, naked ass. Holding him as tight as he held her, she pressed her nightgown clad breasts against his t-shirt and her pussy against his pajama clad cock.

She looked in his hazel eyes with her blue eyes and gave him a sexy smile. Something he always imagined her doing in his sexual fantasies while masturbating himself, she gave him a kiss on the lips. She kissed him without parting his lips with her tongue but she kissed him longer than she did when she kissed him when they were beneath the mistletoe at Christmas. She kissed him longer than she did when she wished him a Happy Valentine's Day earlier today. He was so tempted to part her lips with his tongue but he didn't. Not wanting to ruin their first time sleeping together, he controlled the sexual lust that he had for his mother.

"What's that for?"

Surprised that his mother kissed him on his lips again, he looked at her looking at him. He so wanted to give his mother some tongue but too much too soon, he didn't dare. It was enough that she invited him to sleep in her bed. It was enough that she pressed her body against his and kissed him. It was enough that he had already seen so much of her naked body. Besides, this was his mother after all and not some barroom slut who brought him back to her apartment. Besides, he was in her bedroom not to have sex with her but to sleep with her and to hopefully help her get a good night's rest.

Not wanting to ruin things by rushing things, rather taking it slow, even if it was nothing more than desperate gropes and copping cheap feels of her nearly naked body as she slept, he'd be happy with that. With this his best chance to have sex with his mother, whatever happens will happen once he's in bed with her. Whatever happens will happen when he was holding her, comforting her, cuddling her, and spooning her. Allowing her to take the lead and make all the sexual moves, he was eagerly excited to know what would transpire next.

"It's Valentine's Day silly," she said laughing while removing her arms from around his neck to readjust and close her nightgown that had fallen open yet again. "Happy Valentine's Day, Michael," she said kissing him on the lips again. "I would have worn your nightgown that you bought me for Valentine's Day but I wanted to wash it before wearing it. This is a little something that I bought for your father but he wasn't around to see me wearing it," she said obviously lying while looking down at herself as if to see what she was showing before looking up at him. "What do you think of it?"

She took a step back and twirled herself around in front of him and when she did, as if she was wearing a flared skirt that buttoned at the neck, her nightgown opened yet again. Obviously, making sure that he got a good look at her naked body, with her nightgown flaring out as if she had wings, she twirled around again to show him most of her naked breasts and her naked pussy. She stared at him in the way that he stared at her.

"I think your nightgown is beautiful and you look beautiful wearing it," he said feeling himself blushing from staring at his nearly naked mother.

* * * * *

If only he knew that his mother's sexual seduction of him had been already preplanned. If only he knew that she bought this nightgown just for him with the hopes that he'd volunteer to sleep with her, wouldn't he be surprised? If only he knew she was playing him in the way that he played her this morning when giving his mother a masturbation show. Now that she knew her son sexually wanted her, if only he knew his mother sexually wanted him as much as he incestuously wanted her, he'd be stunned. Calling his bluff, with her crossing the incestuous line, it would soon be up to him to make the forbidden moves.

Now that she had flashed him most of her nearly, naked body, if only to sacrifice her comfort for her modesty, she kept her hand in front of her as if she was wearing a hospital gown backwards. With him wanting to see more quick peeks and have more furtive glances of her naked body, he wished it was suddenly windy in her bedroom. As if he was suddenly transported in time to a hilltop in Salzburg, Austria, to witness Julie Andrews making The Sound of Music, he'd love to see her wearing this nightgown while standing on a mountain top in the wind.

'My cock is alive by the sight of mother,' he thought while singing his sexy song to the music of the Sound of Music.

As if she was an angel, his semi-naked angel to ogle, or was Sally Fields as the Flying Nun, he'd loved to see her nightgown billowing open in the wind around her naked body as she flew overhead. He so wanted to put on the overhead fan but it was a little chilly in her bedroom already. He couldn't wait to get her beneath the covers and warm himself by cuddling with his nearly, naked mother. He couldn't help but wonder if she wanted him to touch her, feel her, and fondle her in all the places that he was not only seeing now but also would love to touch, feel, and fondle her later.

"Oh. I nearly forgot that it's Valentine's Day," he said pulling her to him by her arm to return her kiss with his kiss.

Taking her kiss as her lead and as his invitation to kiss her, with it her excuse to kiss him for Valentine's Day, it was now his excuse to kiss her on Valentine's Day too. He surprised her by pulling her to him in that aggressively forceful way. Hoping for another quick flash of her tits, the front of her nightgown opened enough again for him to be rewarded with a quick view of her naked, blonde pussy.

Denying him an extended view of her blonde, trimmed, pubic hair or her C cup, naked breasts, she quickly moved her hand down to close her nightgown again. He so wanted to slide a horny hand inside his mother's nightgown. He so wanted to slide his hand down his mother's backside and cup her nearly naked, nightgown clad ass in his hand. He so wanted to feel her round ass, squeeze her firm ass, slap her perfect ass, spank her nearly naked ass, and lick her ass.

After he kissed her, not wasting time with conversation in the way that he imagined she would, she climbed in bed, the side by the wall, and he got in on the other side of her by the master bathroom. Quickly moving beneath the covers, they lay there like that on their backs and in silence without talking. Always having wondered what it would feel like to sleep with his mother, he wondered what she was thinking. He wondered if she was thinking about him in the lustful, sexually incestuous way that he was thinking of her. He wondered if she was just as sexually excited as he was.

"I'm tired," she said yawning and turning to him to give him a goodnight kiss as if he was her husband of twenty-five years instead of her twenty-four-year-old son. "I need a good night's sleep." Again, not wasting any time with conversation, she turned off her bedside light.

Now swathed in darkness, the lack of light did nothing to extinguish the bright fire of his horniness. If anything, hearing her breathing while feeling the warmth of her nearly, naked body, the darkness increased his sexual desire for his mother. He couldn't tell if he was hearing his heart beating or if he was hearing her heart beating. Yet, with both hearts beating as if one, little did they both know that they'd soon be coming together not as mother and son but as man and woman.

Horny being in bed with his mother, still thinking about her Valentine's Day kiss, he so wanted to part her lips with his tongue but he didn't. He didn't dare. He couldn't and he shouldn't. She was his mother and he was her son. Besides, he didn't want to prematurely ruin them having sex by rushing her and pressuring her to give him what he so wanted, the sexual use of her naked body. The last thing he wanted was to ask him to leave her bed. His sexual fantasy come true, it was enough that he was in bed with his mother and under the covers with her nearly, naked body by his side.

Yet, wishing she had kept the light on, it was too dark to see any more of his sexy mother's naked body. Luckily, the nightlight peeking out from the master bathroom behind him was just enough light for him to see all that he needed to see of her. Whatever he couldn't see of her now, once he touched her and held her while feeling her, with his sexual imagination going wild, he'd imagine seeing even more. Once she fell asleep, while hoping she wasn't cold enough to awaken, he'd stealthily push the covers down to reveal more of his mother's naked body to his horny eyes.

Wondering if she'd allow him to hold her naked breast in his horny hand, he couldn't wait to spoon her. If she did allow him to hold her naked breast in his horny hand while spooning her, he wondered if she'd allow him to finger her nipple. He'd love to finger her nipple while holding her naked breast.

Wondering if she'd hold his cock through his pajama bottoms, he couldn't wait for her to spoon him. If she did hold his cock through his pajama bottoms, he wondered if she'd reach her hand inside his pajama to hold his naked prick in the way that she held his father's naked prick. He hoped she'd allow him to hold her naked breast while she held his naked prick. In the way that he'd love to fondle her nipple, he wondered, if she did hold his naked prick, if she'd fondle the head of his naked prick.

If she did hold his naked cock in her hand, he wondered if she'd allow him to hold her pussy in her hand. He'd love nothing more than to finger his mother's blonde, trimmed pubic hair. He'd love nothing more than to feel her naked ass, fondle her naked ass, and squeeze her naked ass. Only, too much too soon, he was happy just to sleep in the same bed with his mother.

"I'm tired too," he said returning her kiss with his without touching her.

If only she knew that he wasn't tired at all. Too horny to be tired, tired was the last thing he was. If he was anything, he was wide-eyed awake with horniness, incestuous desire, and sexual anticipation for his mother.

"Thank you for giving me such a nice Valentine's Day," she said.

She turned her head to give him a warm smile that he could see even in the dark.

"You're welcome, Mother," he said.

She leaned closer to him to give him another peck on the lips. Controlling himself from doing so, he so wanted to part her lips while feeling her big naked tits and fingering her erect nipples but he didn't. Not wanting to rush things, he couldn't and he shouldn't. He so wanted to reach his horny hand down to finger her naked pussy but he didn't. He couldn't and he shouldn't. If only she wasn't his mother, he would have already done all those sexy, sexual things. If only she wasn't his mother, he'd already be having sex with her.

"Thank you for all the nice gifts," she said.

She turned away from him again.

"You're welcome," he said while wanting to touch her somewhere, anywhere.

Suddenly the room was so quiet with sexual anticipation until she spoke again.

"Good night, Michael," she said turning her head to him as quickly as she turned her head away.

Unable to close his eyes, when she turned her head away again, he stared at her shoulder length blonde hair. She smelled clean and fresh as if she had just taken a bath and washed her hair. He was glad she didn't smoke. He hated the smell of cigarettes that lingered in hair and clung to clothes. He hated kissing women who smelled like stale cigarettes and had bad, beer breath. Preferring wine or scotch to beer, he hated beer and, fortunately for him, his mother did too.

Afraid to touch her for fear that he'd touch her where he shouldn't touch her, he couldn't wait to hold her, comfort her, cuddle her, and spoon her. Before returning to his bed, even if only after copping a few cheap feels, he couldn't wait to touch and feel her as soon as she fell asleep. He couldn't wait to masturbate later over all that he saw, touched, and felt of her on this wonderful night of romance and incestuous sex.

"Good night Mom."

* * * * *

Just as he wasn't sleeping, he knew that his mother wasn't sleeping either. He couldn't sleep. How could he sleep when he was lying next to such a beautiful, sexy, and shapely woman? The last thing he wanted to do was to sleep. Instead, he listened to the sound of his mother breathing.

"I'm not contagious. Don't be afraid to touch me and hold me. I won't bite," she said turning her head to him and giving him a nervous laugh.

When she rolled on her right side to face the wall, his cue to hold her, comfort her, cuddle her, and spoon her, he scooted over to her. With her nightgown having extra material, as if it was a cocktail dress instead of a nightie, his body was on top her nightgown. When she rolled on her right side with her nightgown remaining beneath him, the action of her moving on her side pulled and parted her nightgown wide open again.

He wished he had a flashlight while hoping to see something more of his mother that he hasn't already seen and shouldn't see. In the way he did when reading in bed as a kid, if he had his cellphone, he'd peak beneath the covers to see what he could see of her naked body. Had she not already been hidden beneath the covers; the entire left side of his mother's body would have been nakedly exposed to his horny eyes.

If only she had left the light on, he would have seen even more of his mother. If only it wasn't so dark he'd see her long, her naked breasts, sexy hip, her naked pussy, her shapely leg, and her naked ass. If only he dared to peek beneath the blanket to see all that he had been lusting to see of her, then, he'd really have something to masturbate over. Sexually frustratingly, even if he dared to peek beneath the blanket, it was too dark to see.

His mother was all undone for him to ogle her and to see all that he shouldn't see of her. Especially if he was to turn on the light and lean over her while peeking beneath the covers, he'd see all her naked body. Only with her facing the wall and with her back to the bathroom light, and not wanting to put on the light to awaken her, the lack of light obstructed his view.

Nonetheless, having already see her naked pussy and much of her naked breasts, the lack of light sparked his imagination of his naked mother. With the light shining on his back, he was more lit up than she was. If she so wanted, she could see more of him than he could see of her.

With the imagined vision of his naked mother already burnt hotly in his head, throbbing his sexual lust for her, he felt his cock growing stiffer by the image he had of her naked pussy and tits. Wishing he could but not ready to impale his mother's naked ass cheeks with his pajama clad cock, barely touching her, he didn't know what to do with his arm and hand. He knew what he wanted to do with his arm and hand but too much too soon, he didn't want to frighten her and ruin his chance of touching her and feeling her as she slept. He was supposed to be sleeping with her and not groping her and having sex with her after all.

Needing her to trust that he wouldn't sexually violate her, he waited until she soundly slept before daring to touch and feel any part of her sexy and shapely, naked body. He hoped that it wasn't a long wait but with her not sleeping for such a long time, her having almost four glasses of wine, and with his warm body beside her, perhaps she'd fall asleep soon. He hoped he didn't fall asleep and ruin his chance to grope his naked mother but, with him so horny and filled with incestuous anticipation, there was little chance of that. He was wide awake with lust and horniness. His cock wasn't about to fall asleep now that it was knocking at the door of nirvana.

Now that he was with her and in bed with her, the hardest thing for him to have accomplished, he was afraid to touch his nearly naked mother. Not trusting himself to control his incestuous lust and wanton, sexual desires, he kept his arm and hand to himself while allowing them to rest on his leg. Afraid to touch her soft, naked skin, not wanting her to realize that she was as exposed as she was, he didn't want her to fix nightgown. The last thing he wanted was for her to reach beneath him to pull her nightgown closed and deny him access to her naked body.

Once she was sleeping, with her nightgown wide open and him having total access to her sexy, naked body, he'd have his incestuous fun with his naked mother. Once she was sleeping, he'd stealthily feel her naked ass, cup her naked breast, and palm her naked pussy without hopefully awakening her. Once she was sleeping, maybe he'd even dare to finger her left nipple. Once she was sleeping, he'd rest his horny hand by the back of her thighs. Then, going for it all, he'd moisten his finger and slowly slide it along her exposed pussy, part her pussy lips, insert his stiff finger deeper in her pussy, and finger fuck her.

After imagining finger fucking his mother, while she lay sleeping, he imagined inserting his stiff prick in his mother's wet pussy and fucking her doggie style from behind. While she lay sleeping, he imagined fucking his mother as if she was his bitch. While she lay sleeping, he imagined humping her while holding her tits and fingering her nipples as she slept. While she lay sleeping, he imagined cumming in his mother's pussy.

'I sound like narrative from William Faulkner's novel, As I Lay Dying, instead of thinking about my mother while she lay sleeping,' he thought and laughing to himself.

Only, nothing more than a wicked, sexual fantasy, just as she'd never remain sleeping while he fucked her from behind, he'd never sexually take advantage of and violate his mother while she lay sleeping. It was enough to sexually fantasize that he would. Nothing more than a little touchy feely, he'd never get his mother drunk enough to have sex with her just as he'd never give her a sleeping pill for him to have sex with her sleeping body. He felt wicked enough wanting to have sex with his mother than to feel even worse by forcing himself on her as she lay sleeping.

"Michael," she said knocking him out of his sexual fantasy of having his wicked, sexual way with his sleeping mother while fucking her from behind like a dog.

She surprised him by saying his name. Suspecting that she was already sleeping, obviously, she wasn't asleep yet. With her voice his reminder, as if he had been dreaming, he couldn't believe he was in bed with his nearly, naked mother. Too sexually excited to sleep, as if he was awaiting the arrival of Santa Claus when he was a child, he couldn't sleep even if he tried to sleep. Other than when hugging her from the front, he had never been this intimately close to his mother from the back, especially with her wearing so very little clothes.

Shocked to have already seen so much of his mother's nearly, naked body, he couldn't believe she wore such a sexually revealing nightgown to bed. Going over it again in his mind, he recalled seeing her naked pussy. He recalled seeing the bottom half of her naked breasts. Was she expecting more than just them sleeping? Was she expecting him to touch and feel her? Was she expecting him to give her sex?

Unable to wrap his mind over all that he had already seen of her, even when she wore her barely there bikini, he couldn't believe he had seen more of his mother's naked body than he had ever seen of her body before. Once he returned to his bed, he'd have lots to masturbate over now. Once he returned to his bed, he'd be masturbating over the thoughts of his naked mother and night and day and for the rest of his horny life. Once he returned to his bed, he'd be masturbating over having imagined sex with his naked mother.

After she caught him masturbating and cumming and now with him sleeping in her bed with his nearly, naked mother, he couldn't wait to flash her again. He couldn't wait for her to see his naked, erect prick while he masturbated himself again. Hoping that her barging in his bedroom was a reoccurring thing, he couldn't wait for her to catch him masturbating and cumming again. Hoping she'd take the hint and stroke him too, he'd love for his mother to watch him pulling his prick and cumming. He'd love for his mother to stroke him before sucking him. He'd love for his mother to give him hot, steamy, incestuous sex.

Now that they've already seen so much of one another's nude bodies, he couldn't wait to ask her if he could draw her a bath, a bubble bath. Maybe she'd allow him to sit with her, talk to her, and even wash her back and shoulders. As if making his own movie version of Spanking the Monkey, in the way that son helped his mother take a shower, he'd love to help his mother take a bubble bath. Then, after her bath, he'd love to help towel her dry. Now that they've already seen so much of one another's nude bodies, maybe she'd ask him if he'd like her to draw him a bath too.

Now that they've already seen so much of one another's nude bodies, after her bath, he couldn't wait to ask if she'd like a massage. While touching and feeling, his nearly naked mother, he'd love to massage her in places where a son should never massage his mother. He'd love to give her a full body, naked massage, one with a happy ending, in the way that Mimi Rogers was given a full body, naked massage in the movie so aptly named, Full Body Massage. Now that they've already seen so much of one another's nude bodies, maybe she'd ask if she could give him a full body, naked massage too.

* * * * *

"Yes Mom," he said.

As if he was a gopher peaking his head up out of a hole in the ground, he popped up his head to see if he could see any more of his mother's body than he already had. Yet, with her already hidden beneath the covers and with it too dark to see, especially with her turned the other way, he was unable to see anything. Not to be denied his naked vision of his mother, imagining her naked body laying so close to him, he again imagined more than he saw.

With his eyes already adjusting to the darkness and with the blue lights from the cable box and TV helping him to better see the perimeters of the room, she turned her head to give him a sexy smile. He could see and feel the warmth her sexy smile even in her dimly lit, cold bedroom. Again, he wished she had left on the light.

Yet, better this way, perhaps she'd be more sexual in the dark. Making her feel more incestuously naughty towards him, perhaps the dark would encourage her to lose her morals, her modesty, and her sexual inhibitions. Perhaps, she'd allow him to touch and feel more of her beautiful body than she would when self-consciously judged by a bright light of forbiddingness. Instead of illuminating their incestuous relationship and revealing their sexual lust for one another, with them already behind closed, bedroom doors, perhaps it was better that they remain hidden within the darkness of night.

"I'm not contagious," she said again. "Don't be afraid to touch me and hold me. I won't bite," she said turning her head him again with another nervous laugh. "Just as you kindly offered to sleep with me, I allowed you to sleep with me so that you could hold me, comfort me, cuddle me, and spoon me. I invited you in my bed so that I could finally get a good night's sleep. You're going to have to touch me to do that," she said with yet another nervous, little laugh.

Michael looked at his mother with as much nervousness as he looked at her with sexual excitement.

'This is it. She wants me to touch her. She wants me to hold her, cuddle her, and spoon her while comforting her,' he thought. 'Oh, God. Something that I sexually fantasized over for years, I can't believe this is really, finally happening.'

When she turned her head to him again, a good sign, now knowing that her nightgown was wide open and stuck beneath him, she still didn't pull her nightgown closed. Her entire left side of her body was still nakedly exposed. He was finally going to touch and feel his mother where no son should ever touch and feel their mother. He was about to feel his mother's naked skin. He was finally going to hold her, comfort her, cuddle her, and spoon her. He already had an erection in anticipation of resting his pajama clad cock in between his mother's shapely, naked, ass cheeks.

With her nightgown still wide open, when he put his arm around her slim waist and moved closer while pulling her closer by holding onto her curvy body, his hand was now inside her nightgown. When he held her in that sexually inappropriate way, touching her soft, bare skin, he was surprised to feel her naked, toned stomach. He was touching his mother's naked stomach. Something he never would expect happen, he couldn't believe he was feeling his mother's naked stomach.

As sexually excited feeling her naked stomach as he imagined he'd be incestuously excited feeling her naked breasts, her naked ass, and/or her naked pussy, he never thought he'd be holding his naked mother in such a familiar, sexual way. Always wanting to hug her when she wore her bikini, he never even dared touch his mother in this way before as he was touching her now. Now with her inviting him to hold her, cuddle her, and spoon her, he felt like the fox in a henhouse asked to comfort the chickens.Even after he touched her naked skin, she still made no move to close her nightgown. Even though she, obviously, knew by the feel of his horny hand on her naked tummy that her nightgown was wide open, she seemingly didn't care. Normally shyly reserved, perhaps because the room was so dark but she surprised him with her immoral immodesty of nudity and her lack of sexual inhibitions now. She surprised him with her lack of shame and embarrassment now when flashing him most of her beautiful, naked body before. She surprised him by already showing him all that he had hoped to see of her in his sexual fantasies and erotic dreams.

With his pajama clad prick pressed against her naked ass, his cock gradually hardened to a full erection by the sexual thought that the bottom of her breasts were mere inches above his horny hand. So tempted to do so, he wanted to turn his arm and reach up his hand to touch her breasts, cup her breasts, feel her breasts, fondle her breasts, and finger her nipples. Only, he didn't dare. He so wanted to reach down and touch her pussy, cup her pussy, and finger her pussy. Again, he didn't dare. With her his mother and him her son, how dare he even have those incestuous thoughts?

Only, too much too soon and too fast too soon, needing to wait until she fell asleep, he was wary not to ruin this unprecedented, sexual opportunity to sleep with his mother. Rather taking it slow, he hoped this would be a nightly event of his mother inviting him to sleep with her in her bed. He needed to control his incestuous lust by controlling himself from being in a rush to touch her, feel her, and grope her. Not wanting her to reject his incestuous advances and his sexual touches, he'd rather touch, feel, and grope her while she was sleeping so that she wouldn't know that he sexually abused her nearly naked body during the night.

Voluntarily, so as to not hump his mother's naked ass, something not easy to hide, he didn't want her to know that he was sexually excited enough to have a full erection. He purposely backed away from her to allow only his thighs to come in contact with her and not his pelvis and hips. If she was anyone else but his mother, he'd remove his cock from his pajamas, stick it between her shapely thighs, and fuck her doggie style while hanging onto her big tits. If she was anyone else but his mother, with him in bed with her nearly naked body, he'd ask her to blow him.

"You feel different than I imagined you'd feel Mom," he said hoping he hadn't awakened her.

Unsure if it was a good idea to call attention to him touching her and feeling her, unable to help himself in his need to talk dirty to her, he stiffened his posture while she relaxed hers.

"I do?" She turned her head to look at him again. "What do you mean? How do I feel different?"

As if reaching for something beneath his car seat, he removed his hand from her stomach to slowly slide his hand down along her shapely left leg. Slowly sliding his hand from her hip down to her knee and back again, always wanting to do so, he had never touched his mother's naked, shapely leg before. Soft and yet so firm, he loved his mother's long, sexy, and shapely legs. Sliding his hand up and down and up again, he moved his hand to her stomach again and stopped when his fingertips touched the top of her pubic hair.

Now locked between two forbidden places, her tits and her pussy, whether he moved his hand up or down, he'd be feeling something forbidden of her that he shouldn't feel of his mother. As if butting up against a barbed wire, electrified fence, he left his fingers there afraid to touch her pubic hair. He couldn't believe he was nearly touching his Mom's blonde, pubic hair with his fingertips. Waiting for her to swat his hand away and close her nightgown, he couldn't believe she allowed him to nearly touch her in such a sexually inappropriate and forbidden way.

'My mother's beautiful, blonde pussy is only mere inches from my fingertips,' he thought while wishing he had the audacity to finger her pussy and finger fuck her cunt. 'I'd love nothing more than to finger fuck my mother in the way that I wish she'd stroke my prick. I'd love to masturbate my mother in the way that I'd love for her to masturbate me.'

Subtly, stealthily, and ever so slowly, taking a chance by making his first sexual move, as if touching the true Garden of Eden, forbidden territory, he moved his fingertips lower. As if she was Eve and he was Adam, and her pussy was the forbidden fruit, he so wanted to finger her naked pussy. Innocently and nonchalantly, he played with the top of her pubic hair as if he was touching her eyebrows. Maybe she wouldn't notice him fingering her pubic hair. Maybe, by allowing him to touch her pubic hair, she was just as sexually aroused as he was sexually excited.

As if a game of dare that he needed to play with his mother, he wondered how far down she'd allow him to move his hand before stopping him. With her pussy slit mere inches away from his long, horny fingertips, he so wanted to continue moving his hand lower, all the way down, to cup his mother's pussy before splitting her slit and fingering her cunt. He wondered if she was already as wet for him as he was already hard for her. Since she made no attempt to cover and/or conceal her nakedness, he wondered if she wanted him to finger her as much as he wanted to finger her.

"You feel younger and firmer than I thought you'd feel," he said.

Already tired of bidding his time, he wished he could feel more of her. He wished he could touch her in all the places he lusted to touch her. He wished he could feel all of her. He wished he could touch and feel his mother everywhere his father touched and felt her. Wishing he could have incestuous sex with his mother, he wished his mother would invite him to put his horny hands all over her beautiful, naked body. Wishing again that he could masturbate his mother in the way he'd love her to masturbate him, once she was sleeping, he couldn't wait to feel her big tits and her round, firm ass.

"In addition to playing tennis and swimming, I exercise with palettes and I watch what I eat," she said with a laugh. "Thank you for the backhanded compliment."

If only he had the courage to confess how he truly sexually felt about his mother, showering her with inappropriate sexual comments and compliments, he wondered what she'd say if he said all that he was incestuously thinking. He wondered how she'd respond if he talked dirty to her. Finding it so sexually exciting, he'd love to talk dirty to his mother. He wondered what she'd say if he gave her some hot, sexy, pillow talk. Would she welcome his verbal, sexual advances or would she reject his naughty words because he was her son? Playing everything by ear, he didn't know what to do. He had no idea. All he could do was to follow her lead.

"Sorry, I didn't mean that in the way that it sounded Mom," even though he meant all that he inferred and more.

Soft yet firm everywhere, she had a great body, especially for a woman her age. Most women her age had given up on men. Most women her age had given up on sex, exercise, and other than having her their hair done, and caring for their personal appearance to embrace food. Most women her age were obesely overweight and out of shape. Most women her age were ripe for menopause or had already gone through the change of life. Most women her age were sadly depressed in the way that his mother was now sadly depressed and drinking more during the holidays.

Yet, now that he was in bed with her and holding her, his mother was nothing like most women. Now that he gave her the opportunity and the reason to wear the nightgown she bought to wear for his father but never had the chance, she seemed happy instead of sad. A win/win for both, he was glad that her flashing him her naked body made her happy as much as it made him happy too. If only he knew that masturbating himself while his mother watched was what would start the incestuous ball rolling, he would have masturbated in front of her years ago.

"Being that we're in bed nearly, naked together and you're playing with my pubic hair, call me Kimberly instead of Mom," she said with a sexy laugh. "This is awkward enough for me to be in bed with my son with you calling me Mom," she said with another laugh. "I'd rather pretend that we're just a man and woman, a boyfriend and girlfriend, or a husband and wife instead of mother and son," she said esoterically. Not stopping there, she said what he was thinking and so wanted to hear. "I'd rather pretend that we're lovers together in bed after having a romantic Valentine's Day of making love."

'Lovers? Making love?' So shocking for her to say such a thing, the word echoed in his head and he had the urge to reach his hand down and cup his mother's pussy before fingering her cunt. 'I'd love to be my mother's lover,' he thought. 'Is that what she wants? Does she want me to be her lover? Is she expecting me to give her sex on Valentine's Day night?'

His sexual fantasy come true, he'd love nothing more than to be his mother's lover. He'd love nothing more than to have incestuous sex with his mother. His cock throbbed at the thought of being his mother's lover. His cock pulsated with the thought of having sex with his mother. He so wanted to show his mother how much he loved her and how much he wanted to make love to her.

As if she was, indeed, his lover instead of his mother, he imagined her holding his stiff prick in her hand, taking it in her mouth, and allowing him to hump his prick in her pussy. Even if nothing else happened, he was sexually excited just sleeping in the same bed with her. Yet, this night was evolving into more than just sleeping with his mother while holding, comforting, cuddling, and spooning her. This night was evolving into them possibly having sex. By the end of this wonderful night, he may be deemed as his mother's lover.

'I want to have sex with my mother,' he thought. 'I want to have sex with you, Mom. I want to make love to you before fucking you,' he thought and so wanted to say but didn't. 'In the way that I'd love to lick and finger your pussy, I'd love for you to stroke and suck my cock before fucking my cock.'

Something that he mindlessly did while unable to control his sexual excitement, she shocked him when she acknowledged that he was playing with her pubic hair. She shocked him when she said let's pretend that we're man and women, boyfriend and girlfriend, husband and wife instead of mother and son. Then, when she said that she'd rather pretend that they were lovers, he immediately imagined mounting her and making love to his mother while French kissing her. Unable to read her, especially in the dark, was she giving him permission to have sex with her?

"Okay Kimberly, I can pretend that we're man and woman, boyfriend and girlfriend, husband and wife," he said before becoming increasingly sexually excited over what he was about to say next. "I'd like nothing more than to pretend that we're lovers," he said while hoping that she'd take the ball and run with it.

'Yet, why pretend,' he thought? 'With the both of us in bed together, we could be lovers right now.'

When he moved his fingers away from his mother after feeling self-conscious about playing with her pubic hair, she pulled his hand back by his wrist to the top of her pussy again. Encouraging him to touch her where he should never touch his mother, he wondered if she wanted him to finger more than just her pubic hair. He wondered if she wanted him to finger her pussy too. In the way that he'd love for her to finger his naked cock, he'd love to finger his mother's naked pussy.

"You needn't move your fingers away from my pubic hair, Michael. That felt good what you were doing. Strangely enough and strangely familiar, your father used to touch me in that same relaxing way and do the same thing with his fingertips when we were in bed together," she said.

Shocking him again, she moved his hand where it was before but a little lower. Now instead of his fingertips in contact with the top of her blonde, pubic hair, he had a whole handful of her blonde, trimmed pubic hair.

"Oh," he said while not knowing how else to respond.

He fingered her pubic hair as if he was fingering his own pubic hair before masturbating himself. He fingered her pubic hair in the way that he couldn't wait to part her pussy lips and finger her wet pussy. He fingered her pubic hair in the way that he couldn't wait to reach up his hand and finger her nipples. Pulling them, turning them, twisting them, pinching them, and squeezing them, he couldn't wait to take his mother's nipples between his fingers before taking them in his mouth to suck her big tits.

"You touching me and playing with me in that way is more relaxing than it is sexually exciting."

He couldn't believe his left hand was in contact with his mother's pussy. If he relaxed his hand and stretched out his fingers, with his fingertips in contact with her pussy slit, he'd be cupping his mother's cunt. If it wasn't enough being in bed with his mother, the thought of touching her pussy sexually excited him in a way he had never been sexually excited before. Just as he'd love nothing more than for her to stroke him, he'd love nothing more than to finger his mother's cunt.

'My mother's cunt,' he thought. 'Something so forbidden and yet something so sexually exciting, I never thought I'd be so close to touching my mother's cunt.'

Yet, thinking more about her than himself, he didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. He didn't want her to feel pressured to give him sex. He didn't want her to have second thoughts about them innocently sleeping together on Valentine's Day night and on any other night that he hoped she'd invite him to sleep with her in her bed. Only, with her wearing something so sexually revealing to bed, he didn't think his mother was innocent in her intentions. Obviously, she didn't care that her nightgown was strewn wide open just as she didn't care that he not only saw her naked body but also was now touching her naked body.

Just as he wasn't innocent in his intentions either with all the incestuous lust he felt for his mother, seemingly neither of them were there to sleep. Nonetheless, still taking it slow for fear that he'd frighten her away before anything sexually started, the last thing he wanted to do was to ruin the moment by pressuring her for sex. Now that the ice was broken, he hoped that sleeping in her bed would be a common, normal, natural, and repeated occurrence. With it enough for him to hold her, cuddle her, comfort her, and spoon her, he'd love to sleep in the same bed with his mother every night, even if she didn't give him sex.

'Who am I kidding? I want my mother to give me sex,' he thought. 'I want her to allow me to touch and feel her everywhere while French kissing her. I want my mother to touch and feel me everywhere while French kissing me. Pussy for cock, I'd willingly lick my mother's pussy if only she'd suck my cock. I'd love nothing more than to make sweet, slow love to my mother before fucking my mother fast and hard,' he thought. 'I'd love nothing more than to give my mother multiple orgasms with the hopes that she'd make me cum too with her hand, her mouth, and/or her pussy.'

He looked at his mother that she was giving him her permission to play with her pubic hair.

"Okay," he said and was all that he could say when his horny hand was filled with his mother's blonde, trimmed, pubic hair. "It's comforting for me to touch you in this way too."

He fingered his mother's pubic hair in the way he wished he could finger her pussy. He couldn't believe she was not only allowing him to finger her pubic hair but also wanted him to finger her pubic hair. Turning it, gently pulling it, and twisting it between his fingers, he fingered her pubic hair in the way he wished he could finger his mother's nipples. He fingered her pubic hair in the way that he wished she'd finger the head of his erect prick. He'd love for his mother to have a whole handful of his stiff prick in the way that he had a whole handful of her blonde, pussy hair.

"I'm cold," she said. "Move closer to me to keep me warm Michael," she said pushing her buttocks against his already swollen prick.

Had he not been wearing pajamas, he would have already impaled his mother's naked ass with his pajama prick as soon as she pressed her naked body against him.

'Oh, my God. Is she kidding me? Is she sexually teasing me? This is crazy,' he thought when his pajama clad cock parted and nearly impaled his mother's naked ass cheeks. 'Does she know that I have an erection? How could she not know that I have an erection? Does she know how much I sexually want her? How could she not know that I sexually want her? Does she know how much I want to have sex with her? After watching me masturbating over her while calling her name and cumming, how could she not know that I that I want to have sex with her?'

Had he not been wearing pajama bottoms, he'd be rubbing his hard, erect, naked cock up against his mother's naked ass. Had he not been wearing pajama bottoms, he wouldn't be able to resist humping his naked cock up against his mother's naked ass. Had he not been wearing pajama bottoms, with her okay with him touching and feeling her naked body, unconscionably, he'd be trying to fuck his mother doggie style from behind. Had he not been wearing pajama bottoms, when she turned to spoon him, he'd put her hand on his pubic hair in the way she put his hand on her pubic hair.

When she moved and pressed herself against him like that, as if his hand was attached to her, his fingers moved with her. Now instead of just touching her pubic hair with his fingers, the palm of his hand rested on her pussy mound and his fingertips rested even lower. Ready to take the incestuous plunge to test his mother's warm, wet, vaginal water, his fingers were just mere inches above her pussy slit. He now had a whole handful of her cunt. In the way that he so wanted her to hold his cock in her hand and stroke him, he so wanted to cup his mother's cunt in his hand and finger her pussy with his fingers.

Never thinking he'd get this far with his mother, it may be relaxing for her to have him to play with her pubic hair, but it was as sexually exciting for him to finger her pubic hair as it was sexually frustrating. Something so incestuously forbidden, with him so close to nirvana, if he dared press his fingertips a little further down, he'd be parting his mother's pussy lips. If he dared press his fingertips down a little further down, he'd be inside his mother's cunt. If he dared press his fingertips down a little further down, he'd split her slit and would be in contact with her clit.

Just the thought of parting her pussy was enough for him to want to gently push his fingers inside her, but he didn't dare. In the way that he wished she'd masturbate him by stroking his stiff prick, he'd love to masturbate his mother by rubbing her clit. He'd love to feel her big tits and finger her erect nipples while playing with her warm, wet pussy. In the way that he wished he could masturbate her, he wished she'd masturbate him. In the way that he wished her could lick and finger his mother's pussy, he wished she would stroke and suck his cock.

* * * * *

She slept on her right side and in the fetal position. When in that position with her buttocks pressed against his pelvis, the bottom of her naked breasts rested on his forearm, his wrist, and on the top of his hand. His cock continued to harden by the weight of her big, naked breasts resting on him. If it wasn't enough that he was touching his mother's pubic hair, he couldn't believe that she rested the bottom of her naked breasts on his forearm and hand.

'I don't believe this,' he thought while wishing he had the bold courage to turn his arm and cup her naked tit in his horny hand. 'My Mom is resting her big, naked breasts on my forearm and hand.'Yet, he didn't have to turn his arm and cup her breast in his hand to feel her tit. With men born with breasts sensors all over their bodies, not just on their hands and fingers, but on their legs, chest, stomach, neck, the back of their hands and forearms too, her breasts felt heavy. He couldn't believe his mother was resting her big, heavy breasts on his forearm and hand. He couldn't believe he was touching her breasts, albeit with his forearm and the back of his hand instead of with the palm of his hand and his fingers. He couldn't believe he was in constant contact with his mother's beautiful, nearly naked body.

'My mother's tits are resting on me,' he thought. 'I love my mother's big, heavy tits. I only wish I had the nerve to touch them, feel them, fondle them, and finger them. I'd love nothing more than to finger her big nipples while sucking her erect nipples.'

Without even touching and feeling her breasts in the palm of his upraised hand, as if he was already cupping them, he could feel the soft, firm, heaviness of her breasts on the back of his hand and forearm. His Mom had big tits, a large C cup, possibly even a small D cup. If he wasn't sexually aroused enough just by spooning his mother while playing with her pubic hair, her supporting her naked breasts on his forearm and hand added to his sexual arousal. He'd definitely be masturbating over this later tonight.

As if frozen in place, for fear that she'd move her breasts away, he was afraid to move. If she was comfortable in this position with his fingers on her pussy, her naked ass pressed against him, and the bottom of her breasts resting on his forearm and the back of his hand, he didn't want to disturb her. Yet, again, so wanting to feel, fondle, and finger her big tits, he wished he had the courage to turn his arm and cup the bottom of his mother's breasts in his hand, but he didn't dare.

Too fast, too soon, he didn't want to ruin a good thing by thinking of his own sexual pleasure. Enough for him that she's resting her tits on him, she may not want him touching and feeling her naked breasts in that sexual way. She may not want him in the sexual way that he wants her. Yet, if she wasn't ready and willing to have sex with him, why would she wear such a revealing nightgown to bed? If that was, indeed, what she had done, why would she deliberately flash him her naked pussy and bottom portion of her naked tits?

'As soon as she falls asleep,' he thought. 'My hands will be all over her big tits. Touching them, feeling them, and fondling them, maybe I'll even dare finger her nipples. As soon as she falls asleep, I'll be fingering her pussy to see if she's as wet as I'm hard. I can't wait to sexually molest my mother.'

Besides, if he turned his arm and cupped his mother's left breast in his hand, he didn't know if he could control himself from touching, feeling, and fondling his mother's big tit. He didn't know if he could control himself from turning, twisting, pulling, pinching, squeezing, and fingering her erect nipple. He didn't know if he could control himself from touching and feeling his mother where no son should ever touch and feel their mother. If he turned his arm and cupped his mother's left breast in his hand, she may ask him to leave her bed. Playing this by ear, obviously, it was one thing to finger her pubic hair but something else entirely to finger her pussy, fondle her tits, and/or finger nipples.

"How's that?" As if his cock was already inside her from the back, he pressed his body tightly against his mother. "Are you feeling warmer now?"

'I'm hot,' he thought. 'I'm so very hot. I'd feel even hotter if my prick was in my mother's hand, mouth, or pussy. I'd be burning up with a sexual fever if my mother dared to give me sex.'

As if moving inside of her, wishing he could hump her, he pushed himself closer to her. As if her shapely ass was reserved just for him, his pajama clad erection found a comfortable place in between her naked ass cheeks. He so wanted to remove his cock from his pajamas, push the rest of her nightgown out of the way, and slide his cock between the back of her legs and fuck her as if she was his bitch of a dog. He so wanted to penetrate his mother's pussy from behind.

Wishing he could fuck his mother doggie style, he so wanted to wrap his arm around her big breasts and feel her tits while fingering her nipples. A telling sign and one that he wished he knew, he wondered again if she was as wet as he was hard. He wondered if she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. He wondered if she'd welcome or reject his sexual move. Maybe she was the type of woman who just sexually liked to tease men. Maybe she was the type of woman who enjoyed not just being forced but taken.

Unable to control his incestuous thoughts, as if she was his bitch of a dog in heat, again he imagined sliding his cock deep inside of her. Thinking of her more as a slut or as his whore, again he imagined humping her and fucking his mother from behind like a dog. He wondered what it would feel like for his erect prick to be inside of his mother's cunt and in the sacred place where he was born. As if they were lovers instead of mother and son, he wondered what she'd do if he tried to have sex with her, to make love to her, and to fuck her.

'Would she welcome me or reject me,' he thought. 'With her giving me mixed signals, I don't know. I have no idea. If she wasn't my mother, I already would have made my sexual move by now. If she wasn't my mother, I'd already be making love to her before fucking her. If she wasn't my mother, I'd lick and finger her pussy before expecting her to suck my cock,' he thought. 'If she wasn't my mother, she'd be my MILF cougar of a lover.'

He wondered if she'd be submissive enough to allow him to have his wicked, incestuous, sexual way with her naked body. Perhaps, instead of being submissive, she'd be more aggressive. Perhaps, she'd be appalled enough to fight him while he aggressively and sexually took what he wanted and needed from her. Only, fearing that he'd ruin his chance of sleeping with her again, it took all the sexual self-control he had not to try and have sex with her.

With her making all the sexual moves, he needed her to continue making all the sexual moves. The only way for her not to feel pressured for sex was for her to solicit him for sex and for him not to solicit sex from her. Only he feared that she'd never solicit him for sex in the way that he'd solicit her for sex. He feared that this night of sleeping with his mother would amount to nothing more than touching her and feeling her as she slept. Yet, with her giving him plenty of masturbation fodder, especially after she flashed him most of her naked body, that was okay with him.

Even though he wanted to have sex with his mother, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, he'd never force himself on her. Besides, if he was going to all this trouble of having sex with her, he'd rather face her than to have sex with her from behind. He'd rather be on top of her and make love to his mother than to just fuck his mother from behind as if she was some barroom slut or a dirty dog. He'd rather kiss his mother, French kiss her, while making sweet love to her and face her to suck her tits. He'd rather lull himself into thinking of her as his lover instead of his mother.

"That feels so good," she said squirming her body and her shapely ass more into him while seemingly taking his cock deeper between her ass cheeks.

With his mother wiggling her naked ass up against his pajama clad cock, not knowing what to do or what she expected him to do, he froze.

'Oh, my God,' he thought while wishing he was naked when she squirmed his cock tighter against her ass. 'I can't believe she's rubbing her naked ass against my pajama clad erection. Could she be just as horny as I am? Is she hinting that she wants me to fuck her?'

Uncharted territory and with all this happening so fast, he didn't know. He had no idea. Giving his mother the benefit of the sexual doubt, maybe she wasn't horny but just cold. Maybe it wasn't just his prick that felt good up against her ass but his whole body. Maybe because he was so sexually attracted to his mother was why he was having all these sexually inappropriate and incestuously forbidden thoughts. Maybe instead of wanting him to give her sex, all she really wanted was to be held, comforted, cuddled, and spooned. He needed to stop thinking of his mother as his incestuous whore.

Sending him incestuous signals by her not closing her nightgown, her sexual signals still weren't clear enough for him to make a sexual move on her. This wasn't just sex. This was incestuous sex. This wasn't some barroom, cougar of a whore who had invited him home for a night of licking, sucking, and fucking, this was his mother. With him regretting whatever he did or didn't do now later, whether he made a sexual pass or not while exploring new sexual ground on an incestuous level, he didn't know what to do. He just didn't want to ruin things by rushing things.

Enough that he was sleeping with her in her bed, it was already enough that he saw so much of her naked body. It was enough that she already allowed him to touch and feel parts of her naked body. Too much too soon, he didn't want to ruin his chances of sleeping with her again by rushing his incestuous, sexual agenda. He was happy just being in bed with his nearly naked mother.

She may not want to have sex with her son in the way he'd love to have sex with his mother. Even if she does want to have sex with him, she may want to be seduced than to be pressured. Then, again, with her difficult for him to read, she may want to be forced before being taken. Frozen in a quandary of indecision, he wasn't sure what to do.

It's one thing to touch and feel his mother but it's quite another thing to have sex with her. In the way that he was ready to have sex with her, she may not be ready to have sex with him. In the way that he was ready to have sex with her now, she may never be ready to have sex with him. Whatever will happen, will happen, at least he was here now and in bed with her. Needing her to seduce him instead of him trying to seduce her, he needed her to show him the way. Wherever she may sexually lead, he'd incestuously follow.

With his arm still wrapped around her slim waistline, his hand and fingers were still in contact with her pubic hair while her breasts still rested on his forearm. Not that he ever would, as he wasn't into anal sex but he suddenly had the sensation of what it would feel like to fuck his mother in her ass. Now he wondered if his mother ever had anal sex with his father. He wondered if his mother was hinting for him to give her anal sex. With him never having had anal sex before, he wasn't ready to have anal sex with her now, especially not with his mother.

Yet, with him wanting to have incestuous and forbidden sex with his mother, what did it matter what kind of sex he had? Whether he made love to her in the missionary position, fucked her doggie style, or gave her anal sex, he wished he could make love to her any which way he could before fucking her but he was afraid. Better what he was doing by holding her, comforting her, cuddling her, spooning her, and touching her than to be forever asked to leave her bed, he didn't want to push his luck.

Following her lead, he needed her to be clearer in what she wanted and expected from him. As if treading on thin ice, he didn't want this sexual opportunity to crack and break beneath him. Yet, more than anything, even more than fingering her pussy and her fingering his cock, he wanted to touch and feel her left breast while fingering and even sucking her nipple. Yet, happy doing what he was doing, he'd have plenty to masturbate over later.

Then, as if she read his mind, she took his hand and moved it on her left breast. He couldn't believe his mother put his hand on her naked breast. In the way that his father held her naked tit while spooning her, he couldn't believe he was holding her naked tit while spooning her. Now, he wondered, when she spooned him, if she hold his naked cock in her hand in the way that she held his father's naked prick in her hand.

'Oh, my God,' he thought when she filled his horny hand with her big tit. 'My Mom just put my hand on her naked breast. If it's not enough that I'm in bed with my mother, if it's not enough that I'm spooning my nearly, naked mother, I can't believe I'm holding my mother's big tit in the palm of my hand. I'll never wash my hand again.'

Mother and son sleep in the same bed while holding and spooning one another before having sex with one another.

"Mom," he said.

She shocked him when she moved his left hand to her left, naked breast. Forgetting to call her Kimberly, an impulsive reaction to touching and feeling his mother's naked breast, Mom was all that he could say. She surprised him as much as she sexually and incestuously excited him by putting his hand on her exposed boob. In the way that his father used to spoon and hold his mother, he couldn't believe his hand was on his mother's naked breast.

'My hand is on my mother's naked breast. I can't believe I'm cupping my Mom's naked tit,' he thought.

After flashing him down-blouse and up-blouse peeks of her bra clad breasts and an up-nightgown views of the bottoms of her naked breasts, dying to touch her breasts but afraid to, he couldn't believe she voluntarily put his hand on her naked tit. Ever since he was 18-years-old, he had wanted to touch and feel her breasts for years and now she invited him to do just that, albeit just the one breast. So soft, yet so firm, his mother had magnificent tits. Feeling his mother's shapely, naked breast was his sexual fantasy come true.

'I don't believe this,' he thought. 'This is un-frigging believable. If I told my friends that I was in bed with my nearly naked mother while holding her naked breast, they'd never believe me.'

After he saw the sheer, sexy, and wide-open nightgown that she wore to bed, especially after she unintentionally or deliberately flashed him her tits and pussy when getting up from her dressing table, he couldn't believe his eyes. Then, flashing him again when leaning forward to pull down the bed, wanting to reach out and touch her and feel her, he was so tempted to grope her naked breasts. Touching and feeling her breasts was something he had wanted to do for years and was something that he wanted to do as soon as he climbed in bed with her. Touching and feeling his mother's big tits was what he had been masturbating over doing for years.

As if she could read his horny mind, as if she wanted him to touch and feel her as much as he wanted to touch and feel her, he couldn't believe it when she willingly and consensually put his hand on her breast. He was cupping and feeling his mother's big boob in his horny hand. Now, he wondered, when she spooned him if she was going to hold his erect prick in her hand in the way that she held his father's erect cock in her hand and in the way that he was holding her naked breast in his hand. Tempted to move his hand, he wanted to feel, squeeze, and fondle his mother's big breast before fingering her already erect nipple.

"You act as if you've never felt a naked breast before Michael," she said with an unembarrassed and unashamed, sexy laugh. "You act as if my naked breast is the first naked breast that you ever held in your hand. No big deal, it's just a breast, Michael."

Obviously playing him and sexually teasing him, she surprised him with her immoral, immodesty and lack of sexual inhibitions by making the first incestuous move. Not yet feeling and fondling his mother's tit but just cupping her breast in the palm of his big, horny hand instead, he was afraid to move his hand for fear that she'd slap it away. Now that he was holding her naked tit, he never wanted to let go of her naked tit. Instead of fondling her full-sized breast, supporting the weight of her big, heavy tit, he held her breast in his hand as if his hand was her bra cup.

'I still can't believe I'm holding my mother's naked tit in my hand,' he thought. 'This Valentine's Day is the best day in my life.'

So firm, yet so soft, and filling his entire, big hand, he couldn't believe he was holding his mother's naked, left breast in his hand. Then, as if he was feeling a giant grapefruit or a small melon in the supermarket, fearing that he'd squash it, bruise it, or damage it, he gently and stealthily squeezed his mother's breast. Still afraid to fondle her big tit for fear that she'd move his hand away, he didn't dare finger her nipple. After the sensation of feeling his mother's big, left, naked tit in his horny, left hand, he'd never wash this hand again.

'This is just amazing,' he thought. 'I can't believe I'm in bed with my mother. I can't believe I have my mother's naked breast in my hand.'

Even though he was the one who suggested sleeping with her, with him having ulterior motives, forget about just sleeping with her, he wanted to have sex with her. Now that he thought more about it, she made the first sexual, incestuous move when she agreed to have him sleep in the same bed with her. She made the second sexual, incestuous move by wearing this sexy, sheer, wide open nightgown over her naked body to bed. She made the third incestuous move when she deliberately flashed him her naked pussy and part of her naked breasts. She made the fourth sexual, incestuous move when she kissed him albeit without tongues as if he was her lover instead of her son for Valentine's Day.

She continued making sexually, incestuous moves by allowing him to finger her pubic hair while resting her breasts on the back of his hand and forearm. She continued making sexually, incestuous moves by pushing her ass against his hardening cock on the pretense of him keeping warm while he held her, comforted her, cuddled her, and spooned her. Finally, she made the best incestuous move when she put his horny hand on her naked breast.

Now, eager to make his own incestuous moves, he'd love nothing more than to French kiss his mother while feeling her tits, fingering her nipples, and fingering her pussy while she stroked his cock. In the way that he wished his mother would masturbate him, he wanted to masturbate her. In the way that he wanted to cum for his mother, he wanted his mother to cum for him.

Yet, had she not continued making all the sexually, incestuous moves, he wouldn't be in bed with her as he was now. With him as naïve as he was respectful of his mother, he suspected that his mother more took sexual advantage of him than he took sexually advantage of her. Yet, glad that she was taking sexual advantage of him in the way he'd loved to take sexual advantage of her, he followed her lead. He hoped her lead would bring them to the point of having incestuous sex. He'd love nothing more than to make love to his mother before fucking her.

"Fuck me, Michael. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Fuck me faster," he imagined his mother saying.

* * * * *

He started this when he was in bed masturbating. He pretended that he didn't know that his mother was in his bedroom watching him masturbating himself. Obviously, for it to evolve to this, he not only sexually aroused her enough for her to touch herself through her clothes but also, he sexually aroused her enough for her to invite him to sleep with her. Only, after waiting for this incestuous opportunity for six, long, sexually frustrating years, the last thing he wanted to do was to sleep.

"Yes, of course I have. I've felt many naked breasts but not your naked breast, Mom," he said with a nervous laugh while trying not to allow his sexual excitement to overwhelm him.

Not wanting her to think of him as her son but as her lover, he wished he could take back what he had just said. He wished he had called her Kim or Kimberly instead of Mom. He may have made a mistake by ruining her sexual fantasy in calling attention to the fact that she was his mother and that he was her son and not her lover. Moreover, now that he mentioned other women, he may have made a mistake by mentioning the breasts of other women that he had felt.

He needed to shut the Hell up and stop talking. Every time he opened his mouth he said the wrong thing. The last thing he wanted was to jolt his mother out of wanting him in her bed. Needing more to go with the flow and to take this for what it was, an innocent mother and son restful interlude on Valentine's night with the love of his life, his mother, why was he even questioning this?

In the way that his cock was growing, hardening, and throbbing while pressed against his mother's nearly naked ass, he could feel her nipple erecting against the palm of his hand. Obviously, unless she was still cold, in the way that he was sexually aroused, then she was sexually aroused too. He had felt lots of breasts and fingered lots of nipples but, something else entirely, this was his mother's breast and his mother's nipple. As if having a religious experience, his mother's tits and nipples were sacred.

'I can't believe I'm in bed and under the covers with my nearly, naked mother. I can't believe I'm holding my mother's naked tit in my hand,' he thought while in shock.

Sexually inexperienced in the ways of women, especially older women, and especially when in an incestuous relationship, he didn't know what to do. Not wanting her to ask him to leave her bed, he certainly didn't want to embarrass himself and make his mother feel uncomfortable by unduly groping her and pressuring her for sex. Without doubt and no comparison, feeling his mother's breast and nipple was so much more sexually exciting and meant more to him than feeling the breast and nipple of a stranger.

'This is my mother's naked breast and my mother's nipple that I'm holding in my hand,' he thought.

Yet, cupping while holding his mother's breast in his hand was one thing but feeling her up and fingering her nipple as if she was an older woman who brought him home from a bar for sex was something else. Feeling her nipple was certainly more sexual than just holding her big tit in the palm of his hand. As if he was a doctor giving her a breast exam, even though he so wanted to finger her nipple, not wanting to make something so loving a sexual act, he controlled himself from fingering his mother's nipple.

Nonetheless, now that he was holding one of her big boobs in the palm of his horny hand, he so wanted to fondle both his mother's big tits while fingering both of her erect nipples. Suddenly feeling nervously shy, he wished he had the boldness to feel both her of tits and finger both of her nipples. He so wanted to feel her tits and finger her nipples but, better holding one of her breasts than not holding either of her breasts, he didn't dare move his hand for fear that she'd move his hand away from her big tit.

'I can't believe I'm holding my mother's breast in my hand. I can't believe she put my hand on her breast,' he thought while afraid to move his hand. 'I can't believe I'm in bed with my MILF of a mother.'

Now that he was holding one of her big, naked tits, he wished he could suck her tits and finger her nipples while she stroked his cock. In the way that he wished she'd suck his cock, he wished he could suck her nipples. Yet, instead of pushing his luck and with him thinking that he'd just be sleeping with her while comforting her, never expecting her putting his hand on her breast, he should be happy already going this sexually far with her.

Maybe now that he was holding her naked breast while spooning her, she'd hold his cock while spooning him. Maybe after he spooned her and she spooned him, she'd allow him to feel both her breasts, finger her nipples, and even finger her pussy while she fingered the head of his cock. With one thing leading to another, maybe they'd have sex.

'I'd love nothing more than to have incestuous sex with my mother,' he thought.

Yet, the last thing that he wanted was for his mother to stop whatever the Hell they were doing. The last thing he wanted was for his mother to return to her senses and regain her morals, her modesty, and her sexual inhibitions. Especially with her not yet sleeping, the last thing he wanted was for his mother to ask him to leave her bed. Yet, even if she asked him to leave her bed, once alone in his room he had plenty to masturbate over all that happened between them today.

* * * * *

"What you're doing now is very comforting and something that your father loved doing. He loved feeling my tits while fingering my nipples," she said turning her head on her pillow to look at him. "The touch of his hand on my naked breasts and the feel of his fingers on my naked nipples were as comforting as they were sexually arousing."

He looked at his mother with as much confusion as he looked at her with sexual excitement.

'Wait. Back up,' he thought. 'What was she inferring? Was she inviting me to feel her tits while fingering her nipples? Did she want me to finger her nipples while holding her breasts or not? He didn't know. He wasn't sure,' he thought while feeling so confused and feeling so sexually excited with the forbidden incestuous anticipation of feeling her big tits while fingering his mother's nipples. 'Obviously, there's only one way to find out if she wants me to feel her tits and finger her nipples.'

As if she was suddenly speaking a foreign language, he needed an incest dictionary to translate all that she said and did. Did she sexually want him as much as he sexually wanted her? Did she or did she not want to have incestuous sex with him? Was she or was she not as horny as he was? Was she or was she not as sexually excited as he was?

As much as he was sexually excited, he was confused. Was she trying to seduce him in the way that he wanted to seduce her? Did she want me to feel her tits and finger her nipples or not? Why else would she put his hand on her naked breast? Only, he didn't know. He wasn't sure. Trying to read her, especially in the dark was so confusing.

"You have amazing breasts and a beautiful body," he said not knowing what else to say to his mother in this moment of sexual excitement and incestuous anticipation. Rather than to say nothing, he figured that it was better to just compliment her than to say the wrong thing at the wrong time. "I've always wanted to touch you," he said being careful to not go too far with his pillow talk.

She gave him a sexy smile and a naughty look before she gave him sexual and incestuous clarification.

"I don't mind you touching, feeling, fondling, and caressing my naked breasts, Michael," she said with a shrug. She turned to lay on her back before pushing the covers down to her waist to expose both of her naked breasts to his horny eyes. "Just don't finger my nipples," she said turning her head to look at him. "Okay?"

Only, unsure, he didn't know if she was warning him not to finger her nipples or daring him to finger her nipples, especially when she changed her position in bed and lowered the covers to expose her naked tits to him. Exposing herself even more by pushing the sides of her nightgown out of the way, as if inviting him to feel her breasts while fingering her nipples, she turned her body again to rest more on her back than on her side. With her totally topless now, his mother's big, naked breasts were right there before his horny eyes and incestuous hands. He only wished the room wasn't so dark.

Yet, even in the dim nightlight that glowed from the opened door of the master bathroom, with her nightgown wide open but for the one button by her neck, he could see that she was naked. His mother was naked and her naked breasts were right there as if teasing him to touch them, feel them, fondle them, finger them, and suck them. As if she could read his mind, he couldn't believe she said what he was thinking again when she asked him not to finger her nipples. While fingering, pulling, turning, twisting, pinching, and squeezing her nipples, he so wanted to lean down and take her big tits in his mouth, first one and then the other.

Now he wondered if she was baiting him? He wondered if she was she teasing him? He wondered if she was she playing him? By putting his left hand on her left breast and drawing his attention to her nipples by telling him not to finger her nipples, what was she really saying? What did she really want him to finger her nipples? Did she want to have sex with him instead of just sleep with him? Now, by lying on her back and pushing the blanket down to her waist while exposing both of her breasts to him, did she want him to not only feel both her breasts but also finger her nipples?

Unable to read her thoughts, he didn't know. He wondered if her nipples were the only parts of her that were off limits to him. Does that mean that he could feel and finger her pussy but not finger her nipples? Even though he'd love nothing more than to finger her nipples, he'd love to finger her pussy too while she stroked his cock. He'd love to masturbate his mother while she masturbated him.

Suddenly feeling embarrassed, he felt like the incestuous pervert that he obviously was. Thinking that his mother just wanted to sleep before, especially after she turned off the light, now he couldn't help but suspect that she wanted sex. Was she expecting him to finger her nipples while fingering her pussy? Was that why she turned from her side to lay on her back? Was that why she pushed the sides of her nightgown out of the way?

Suddenly feeling as if he was at her sexual mercy, with him unable to control his incestuous, sexual desires, he didn't know nor understand the rules to whatever incestuous game she was playing. Yet, with him having as much pride and dignity as he had incestuous lust for his mother, he didn't want to be a pawn in her game. After being sexually used and abused by his ex-girlfriend, the last thing that he wanted to be was sexually used and abused by his own mother. After being sexually rejected by his ex-girlfriend, the last thing he wanted was to be sexually rejected by his mother.

* * * * *

"I don't think I should be touching, feeling, fondling, and caressing your naked breasts Mother," he said while moving his hand away from her breast in the way that he moved his hand away from her pubic hair.

Even though he yearned to have sex with his mother, he didn't want to be used and played by her in the way she did with his father. Nonetheless his feigned and feeble protest in touching, feeling, fondling, and caressing his mother's breast, his cock contradicted his objection by growing bigger and harder. Proud of himself for being strong enough to exert some sexual, self-control, he was disappointed in himself for not staying the course if only to see what else would sexually happen. Perhaps in the way he was touching, feeling, fondling, and caressing her tit, she'd take that as her cue to touch, feel, fondle, and caress his cock too.

"What's the big deal? It's just a breast Michael," she said looking at him as if he was the one who was a prude while reaching for his right hand with her right hand.

With her lying on her back and exposing both of her naked breasts to his horny eyes, she lifted her head to drape his right arm around her right shoulder as she cuddled against him. In the way that she had put his left hand on her left breast, she pulled his right arm down over her shoulder by his wrist and put his right hand on her right breast too. Then, she pulled his arm and hand forward and placed his left hand on her naked left breast again. As if he was dreaming this or sexually fantasizing this, he was holding both of his mother's breasts in his hands.

'I don't believe this is happening,' he thought. 'Both my hands are holding my mother's big, naked tits. I don't get it. Are we sleeping or are we having sex?'

He thought before speaking again. Not wanting to offend his mother by saying the wrong thing, the last thing he wanted was to be ejected from her bed and her bedroom. Now that he had more than his foot in her bedroom door, and on her bed, the last thing he wanted was to be banned from her bedroom and from her bed for something he innocently and unthinkingly said.

"The big deal are tits, your tits," he said with a laugh. "Tits, especially naked tits, and especially my mother's naked tits, are a big deal to me," he said with a dirty laugh. "Tits, especially naked tits, and especially your naked tits mean more to me than touching any other woman's breasts."