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She shrugged her shoulders as if she didn't understand men when, obviously, she did. She shrugged her shoulders as if she didn't understand her son when, obviously, she did. She shrugged her shoulders as if she didn't understand his meaning when, obviously, she did. Sexually teasing him and driving him incestuously crazy, obviously, she was playing him. Obviously, she wanted to have sex with her son as much as he wanted to have sex with his mother.

"It's just tits, Michael. It's just my tits," she said looking down at her exposed, naked breasts before looking up at him. "You used to suck my breasts when you were a baby," she said with an endearing laugh. "Hopefully lulling me to sleep, it's comforting for you to touch and feel my naked breasts in the way that your father used to touch and feel my naked breasts and in the way that I want you to touch and feel them now."

'Was she asking me to finger her nipples or just touch and feel her tits? I'd love nothing more than to finger my mother's nipples. Was she asking me to suck her nipples or just touch and feel her tits? I'd love nothing more than to suck my mother's erect nipples,' he thought. 'I'd love nothing more than to sexually excite my mother in the way she had already sexually excited me.'

Only, when she moved like that to rest on her back, just before she moved his right hand on her breast, his left hand fell from her left breast lower down her naked body. As if his move was planned instead of serendipitous serendipity, his fingertips were poised right on her pussy slit. Taking a chance to hear what she'd say, ready to impale his mother's cunt with his fingertip, while moving his fingers lower, he played with the tuft of pubic hair that covered her pussy slit.

Then, as if taking her temperature or sticking his toe in the water at the beach, he so wanted to dip his finger in the forbidden moistness of his mother's hopefully wet pussy. He so wanted to part the lips of her vagina and slip his incestuously, horny finger inside her cunt to wiggle it around while rubbing her clit and finger fucking her. Testing her vaginal secretions, he slid a slow finger along her pussy slit and was just about to part his mother's pussy lips when she reached down for his wrist and placed his left hand on her left breast again.

"Sorry Mom," he said not knowing what else to say while moving his hands away from her naked breasts.

* * * * *

With her making all the sexual moves, he was embarrassed when she rejected him from making his incestuous move in his attempt to part her pussy lips and finger her pussy. If she wasn't his mother, he'd have a lot to say about feeling her big breasts and fingering her erect nipples. If she wasn't his mother, he'd be talking dirty to her while trying to go much sexually further with her than he was now. If she wasn't his mother, he'd already not only be fingering her nipples but also, he'd be fingering her cunt too. If she wasn't his mother, he'd already be having hot sex with her.

Obviously, it was one thing for him to cup his mother's breast in his hand but forbidden for him to touch, feel, fondle, and caress her breasts while fingering her nipples in the way his father was allowed to do. Not understanding the rules of the incestuous seduction between a mother and son, if she wasn't his mother, he'd masturbate her in the way he hoped she'd masturbate him. If she wasn't his mother, he'd rub her clit and fuck her cunt with his long, stiff finger while she stroked his hard prick in her soft hand. Obviously, it was one thing to play with her pubic hair but, seemingly, it was expressly forbidden for him to finger her nipples and play with her pussy.

"There's no reason to be sorry, Michael. This is exactly how I used to sleep with your father. When he wasn't playing with my pubic hair, he was holding my breast in his hand while fingering my nipple as I slept. I loved feeling his hands on me just as I loved feeling my hands on him too, and just as I now love feeling your hands on me," she said.

Moving closer to him, she snuggled up against him again.

"Okay, Mother," he said returning his hands to her naked breasts.

She looked up at him as if she was his lover instead of his mother and he returned her incestuous look with his incestuous look.

"As long as you don't finger my nipples, and as long as you don't feel uncomfortable doing it, I don't mind you touching, holding, and feeling my breast in your hand while holding me and spooning me as we sleep. As long as you don't finger my pussy, I don't mind you playing with my pubic hair," she said. "I don't even mind you feeling my naked ass, if that's what you'd like to do. Your father used to love my ass," she said turning to face the wall again while moving her nightgown out of the way to expose her naked ass to him. "Do you like my ass?"

In the way that he couldn't believe that his mother moved his hand to her naked breast, he couldn't believe that she moved her nightgown out of the way when laying on her back to expose her naked breasts to him. If that wasn't enough, he couldn't believe his mother exposed her ass to him. His mother had a great ass. She had a firm and shapely ass. He loved his mother's ass as much as he loved her big tits.

His mother was aware what he was doing in trying to finger her nipples and her pussy. Having never heard her say the word before, his mother said the word pussy. Further shocking him, he couldn't believe she just invited him to feel her naked ass. He couldn't believe she asked him what he thought of her naked ass. He wondered what else his father did that she'd allow him to do.

"I love your ass, Mother, he said reaching his right hand down to touch her naked ass, feel her naked ass, fondle her naked ass, and squeeze her naked ass," he said while feeling her left breast with his left hand again.

Not allowing the opportunity to feel his mother's naked ass to pass him by, he slid a slow hand across his mother's ass again. Leaving his hand there as if he owned her ass, he felt her ass before squeezing her ass. Just as his father loved his mother's ass, he loved her ass too.

Only, as much as he was enjoying feeling her naked ass, he wished he could hump her naked ass. He wished he could slide his stiff prick in between her naked ass cheeks and fuck her pussy from behind. He wished he could lick her ass before licking her pussy. He wished he could finger her pussy while feeling her breast.

"Thank you, Michael," said his mother while wiggling her naked ass against his horny hand.

'Oh, my God,' he thought. 'My mother is such a sexy bitch. Why my father would dump her for my whore of an ex-girlfriend is beyond me.'

She had such a sexy, shapely ass. She had the ass of a 30-year-old woman instead of a 48-year-old woman. With her always physically active and with nothing fallen yet, even her breasts only sagged just a little, God blessed her perfect MILF of a body.

* * * * *

Expanding on that thought, he wondered if there was anything that she loved doing with his father that she'd love to do with him. Now that she confessed that she enjoyed holding his father's naked prick in her hand while she slept, he'd love for her to wrap her long, manicured fingers around his naked cock and hold his stiff prick in her hand while she slept. Maybe if she was dreaming about having sex with him, she'd stroke him too. He'd love to cum all over his mother's hand, across her naked ass, and on the back of her shapely legs while she masturbated him from behind.

"Okay," said Michael to his mother when she gave him her permission to touch, feel, and hold her naked breast again.

He felt, fondled, and caressed his mother's left breast again with his left hand while careful not to touch her nipple with any part of his hand but for his horny, sweaty palm. He still felt her naked ass with his right hand while careful not to go anywhere near her exposed pussy. He wondered if when he turned the other way and when she spooned him, if she'd feel his erect prick through his pajama bottoms. He wondered if she'd go a step further and stick her motherly hand inside of his pajamas to hold his naked cock as she slept.

Abandoning her breast to finger her pubic hair, he reached his hand down to finger her pubic hair again before reaching up his hand to cup her big tit again. When he abandoned her pubic hair to feel her breast again, testing to see if she really didn't want him to finger her nipple, he slid a slow purposeful, albeit stealthy palm across her nipple while cupping her left breast. In the way that his cock hardened to touching and feeling her naked breast, her nipple erected to sliding a slow hand across her tit.

Then, moving his hand from her breast to her pussy again, while playing with her pubic hair, he inched his hand down further down. In the way that he wanted his mother to hold his naked cock, he so wanted to cup her pussy. In the way that he wanted his mother to finger the head of his engorged prick, he so wanted to finger his mother's cunt. He so wanted to masturbate his mother in the way that he wished she'd masturbate him.

"You have beautiful breasts mom. They're so shapely," he said moving his hand from her pussy to her breast again while sliding a slow palm across her erect nipple. "They're just amazing. So soft and yet so firm, I love your big tits," he said hoping he'd sexually arouse her by talking dirty to her and that she'd invite him to not only finger her nipples but also suck her nipples. "And your pubic hair is so soft too. I love touching and feeling you where Dad used to touch and feel you," he said giving her sexy pillow talk while hoping she'd invite him to finger her pussy before licking and fingering her cunt.

Getting off on talking dirty to his mother, he wanted to say so much more than what he was saying. Yet, still taking it slow, he needed to follow her lead so as not to break whatever rules she had about whatever the Hell they were doing in bed together on Valentine's Day night. Forget about cuddling and spooning, he'd love to give his mother hot, sexy pillow talk while having hot, incestuous sex with her. At the very least, forget about sleeping, if she didn't allow him to give her hot, incestuous sex, he'd love to French kiss his mother while touching and feeling her everywhere.

Yet, walking an incestuous tightrope, not wanting to say and/or do the wrong thing, he was careful what he said and did. Now that he was in bed with her, the last thing he wanted to do was to offend his mother. The last thing he wanted her to do was to eject him from her bed and ban him from her bedroom.

In the way that she exposed herself to him by wearing this sheer, flimsy excuse of a nightgown, he wanted to expose himself to her by pulling out his cock from his pajama bottoms. In the way that she put his hand on her breast, he'd love to put her hand on his cock. Only, in the way that she did that with his father, surely, she'd never do that with him. Just as she didn't want him to finger her nipples and/or her pussy, she'd never hold his hard, naked prick in her soft, motherly hand in the way that she allowed him to cup and hold her big tit.

"Thank you, Michael. I appreciate your compassion and understanding," she said as if he was a stranger paying respects to the relative of a departed loved one at a wake.

As much as he loved playing with her pubic hair, he loved the sensation of his mother's breasts in his hot, horny hands. Inspiring him to get harder, just the feel of her big tits in his horny hands allowed him to maintain a constant erection. As if she couldn't get comfortable, she turned to lay on her back again. She moved his right arm around her shoulder again. Now both of his hands were holding her big tits again.

'This is unbelievable,' he thought. 'I'm holding both my mother's breasts. I'll be masturbating over this night for the rest of my life.'

When he wasn't feeling her breasts, he was holding her right breast with his right hand while he was playing with her pubic hair with his left hand. When he wasn't playing with her pubic hair, he was holding both her breasts while throbbing and pulsating his cock against the side of his mother's shapely thigh and hip. He wondered if she could feel his cock pushing against her in the way that he wished he was humping his prick inside her. Never sexually satisfied, just as he wished he could make love to his mother, he wished he could fuck his mother.

'How could she not feel my cock pushing against her thigh? How could she not know that I have a huge erection? How could she not know how much I sexually want her? Surely, she must know that I want to have incestuous sex with her,' he thought. 'Maybe if I turn the other way, she'll hold my cock in her hand while spooning me in the way she did with my father.'

After a while, with him still holding and fondling her breasts, when she flipped her pillow to the cooler side, she turned to spoon him and he turned to face the other way with her. In the way that he did with her, she put her hand on his hard, flat stomach and pulled him to her as she moved closer to him. In the way that she humped him was as if she was the man instead of the woman, instead of his mother, and he was the woman, instead of her son. In the way that she held him and spooned him, he'd love to be her lover in addition to being her son.

The warmth of his mother's nearly, naked body felt comforting. Cemented against one another, they stayed like that for a few minutes before she lowered her hand, perhaps to a more comfortable position. Now with her fingertips touching the top of his pubic hair through his pajama bottoms in the way that his fingertips touched her pubic hair inside of her nightgown, he wished she'd put her hand on his cock through his pajamas. He wished she'd stick her hand inside of his pajama bottoms and wrap her long, manicured fingers around his prick. As if begging her for attention, his penis throbbed and pulsated in anticipation of the touch of his mother's fingers and hand.

"It just occurred to me that you're wearing pajamas," she said with a laugh while lifting the covers to look down at what he was wearing. "Why are you wearing pajamas?"

Not understanding her objection to him wearing his pajama bottoms, he turned to look at her out the corner of his eye.

"I always wear pajamas bottoms to bed," he said as if questioning why she'd even ask.

In response to his look, she sighed, rolled her eyes, and laughed again. With her practically naked and him fully dressed, her laugh made him feel foolish. He was tempted to strip off his pajama bottoms and stick his prick in her mouth to shut her up. Only, he'd never do that.

"Your father never wore pajamas to bed. He didn't even own a pair of pajamas. He slept in the nude," she said pausing as if she was rethinking what she was about to say. "Have you ever slept in the nude, Michael? It's a freeing experience in the way that going to a nude beach is."

Piquing his interest as well as his curiosity, now he wondered in the way that his father slept in the nude, if she slept in the nude too. She was practically naked as it was now. Yet, he wondered if she wanted him to sleep with her in the nude in the way that she was sleeping nearly naked with him. He wondered if she wanted him to sleep in the nude with her in the way that she said his father slept with her naked.

Tempted to do so, he wanted to strip off his pajama bottoms. Tempted to do so, he wanted to put his mother's hand on his naked prick in the way that she put his hand on her pubic hair and in the way that she put his hand on her naked breast. Only for fear that he'd ruin him sleeping with his mother again, he didn't dare. Bidding his time while waiting for his moment, he needed to follow his mother's lead. If she wanted to hold his cock, she was welcome to do that, and if she wanted him to sleep in the nude, all she needed to do was to ask.

Now that she mentioned it, he wondered if in the way that she said a nude beach is a freeing experience, if she had ever been to a nude beach. Imagining his mother walking along the beach naked as if she was the Girl from Ipanema, he could only imagine all the men staring at her naked body. He wondered if she had any hidden, sexy photos of her on a nude beach. He'd love to see photos of his naked mother surrounded by admiring men.

"No, I've never slept in the nude," he said.

Now that he thought more about it, she must have felt his erection pulsating against her ass? How could she not? With his cock planted right up against her ass and throbbing in-between her ass cheeks, as if he had a live snake in his pajama bottoms trying to escape, how could she not know he had an erection? How could she not know that he was sexually aroused? How could she not know that he didn't just want to sleep with her in the same bed but that he wanted to have sex with her? How could she not know that he wanted to have sex with his MILF of a mother?

He couldn't count the number of times he had an erection while thinking of his mother naked or while thinking of having sex with her. He couldn't count the number of times he masturbated while thinking of his mother touching him, feeling him, holding him, fondling him, and stroking his cock. He couldn't count the number of times he imagined his mother stroking his cock before sucking his cock and before fucking his cock. Now here he was in bed with her nearly, naked body and with her wanting him to get naked too.

"Give it a try, Michael. Don't be shy. Take off your pajama bottoms. With you hidden beneath the covers, I can't see anything," she said. "Besides for me to have the illusion that I'm sleeping with your father, if you don't mind and if it's not too uncomfortably embarrassing for you, I need to hold your naked penis in my hand."

He was stunned. He couldn't believe what she had just said and what he had just heard.

'What? Seriously? Huh? Did he hear her correctly? She wants me to get naked so that she can hold my naked penis in her hand? Oh, my God! Is she kidding me? Shades of sexual roleplaying with my mother, for me to give her the illusion that I'm her husband, she wants to hold my naked penis in her hand? Oh, my God. I don't believe this is really happening. Fuck me! This is so frigging unbelievable.'

With her not having to ask him twice, he reached down and squirmed out of his pajama bottoms. No longer hiding his huge erection, except for a light sheet covering his torso, he was naked and in bed with his nearly naked mother. With this starting out so innocent and with him sleeping with her while holding her, comforting her, cuddling her, and spooning her, he couldn't believe that he was in bed naked with his nearly naked mother. He couldn't believe his mother asked him to get naked and was about to hold his naked prick in her soft, warm hand while she slept.

* * * * *

The reason they both agreed to sleep in the same bed was for her to get a good night's sleep. The reason she accepted his invitation to sleep with her was because she was lonely and missed sleeping with her husband. The reason he was so eager to sleep with his mother was so that he could touch and feel her as she slept. Now, unless he was imagining it, with him in bed naked with his nearly naked mother, this was leading to them having incestuous, forbidden, and illegal mother and son sex.

Perhaps, he was misreading her. Perhaps, sex had nothing to do with what she wanted. Perhaps, she just wanted to replicate the conditions of her sleeping with his father for her to get a good night's sleep. Yet, with him already being allowed to hold her naked breast and finger her pubic hair and with her now about to hold his naked cock in her hand, the last thing he wanted to do was to sleep. The only thing that he wanted to do was to have sex with his MILF of a mother.

He was still in shock by what she said. Even now that he was in bed naked with his mother, not believing that she'd dare take his naked cock in her hand, believing that she was just sexually teasing him, he couldn't believe when she mentioned holding his naked cock again. Even though he'd love for her to take his naked cock in her hand and hold it while spooning him, it was enough for him to be naked and in the same bed with his nearly naked mother. Even if she didn't take his naked cock in her hand, it would be enough for her to play with his pubic hair in the way that he played with her pubic hair.

Now that he was naked, he couldn't wait to turn the other way to spoon her. He couldn't wait to plant his erect prick between his mother's round, firm ass cheeks. He couldn't wait to hump his mother and hopefully fuck his mother from behind.

'I dare you to take my cock in your hand,' he thought. 'I double dare you to take my cock in your hand. In the way that I so wanted to finger your nipple, I dare you to finger the head of my cock while holding my cock. In the way that I so wanted to play with your pussy, I double dare you to stroke my cock while holding my cock. If you stroke my cock, then I'll know that you want sex. If you stroke my cock, then I'll turn and finger your nipples while fingering your pussy,' he thought.

If she didn't take his prick in her hand, wishing he had the audacity to do so, he wished he could put his mother's hand on his erect, naked prick in the way that she put his hand on her big, naked breast. Only with what he wanted was more sexual, what she obviously wanted was more comforting. She just wanted to hold his naked prick but he wanted her to stroke, suck, and fuck his naked prick. Obviously, with both not on the same page, with her hoping for a good night's sleep, he was hoping for sex.

Now with him naked and her arm around his toned stomach, her fingertips toyed with his pubic hair in the way that his fingers toyed with her pubic hair. In the way that his fingertips were mere inches away from fingering her pussy slit, her fingertips were just mere inches from touching his throbbing cock. If his mother was going through all this trouble just to hold his prick, he hoped she'd stroke his prick too.

In the way that she lovingly touched him whenever he was ill with a fever from the flu, his prick ached for his mother's hot hand to touch him now that he had a sexual fever. Only, in the way that she asked him not to finger her nipples and/or touch her pussy, even though she said she would, he seriously doubted that she'd touch his naked prick never mind take his naked prick in her motherly hand. He imagined lying on his back while she held, fondled, and stroked his naked prick and while he fingered her nipples and played with her pussy but that would be too much like incestuous sex. In the way that he imagined masturbating his mother, he imagined her masturbating him.

If she wasn't going to hold his stiff prick and if she was only teasing him, he wondered how he could subtly move so that her hand would touch his erection. He thought about moving a little higher up on the bed or raising his knees for him to move his erect cock higher and in reach of her hand. If he slowly slid himself higher up on his pillow while raising his knees to sleep in the fetal position in the way she was while resting her big tits on his forearm and on the back of his hand, her hand would be in contact with his hardening penis.

He wondered what she'd do if he touched her fingers with his cock. Would she leave her hand there or would she quickly move her hand away? Would she fondle the head of his prick in the way that he fondled her pubic hair and touched her pussy slit? Would she take him in her hand, wrap her long, manicured fingers around his cock, and stroke his cock in the way that he took her breasts in his hand to squeeze them and fondle them? Maybe, as she fell asleep, in the way that he couldn't wait to touch and feel her sleeping, naked body, she'd take his erect prick in her hand to fondle and stroke him as she slept.

'I'd love nothing more than for my mother to give me a sleeping hand job,' he thought. 'I'd love nothing more than for my mother to masturbate me. I'd love nothing more for my mother to grope my prick in her sleep in the way that I can't wait to grope her in her sleep.'

Only, just when he was about to reposition himself for his mother to inadvertently and innocently touch his naked prick, she shocked him by lowering her hand. Holding his breath with sexual anticipation, voluntarily and willingly, she touched his naked cock with her fingertips without any help from him. His sexual fantasy come true, his mother was touching his naked prick. He couldn't believe his mother was touching his naked prick with her fingertips. He couldn't count how many times he imagined his mother touching her naked penis while masturbating himself.

'I don't believe this,' he thought. 'I'll be masturbating over this later tonight and for the rest of my life. My mother is touching my naked prick with her fingertips.'

Then, if that wasn't enough that she touched his naked prick with her fingertips, he couldn't believe it when she placed her soft, motherly hand directly on his hard prick. Shocking him and sexually exciting him, in the way he filled his hands with both of her breasts, his mother had her hand on his cock. It was one thing for him to be holding her tits but quite another thing for her to be holding his dick. He couldn't believe his mother's hand was on top of his prick.

In the way that he left his hand on her breast without moving it, she left her hand there on his prick without moving it. Yet, wishing she'd wrap her long, motherly fingers around his stiff, naked prick, in the way he respected her wishes by not fingering her nipples or her pussy, she didn't move her fingers on his cock. Not wanting to pressure her for sex, perhaps her resting her hand on his prick was as innocent as him holding her breasts. Nonetheless with him giving her the benefit of his sexual doubt, something he had only dreamt about when sleeping and sexually fantasized about when masturbating, he couldn't believe she willingly and voluntarily touched his naked penis.

'That feels so good for her to touch me in that sexual way,' he thought. 'I only wish she'd take me in her hand and wrap her fingers around my penis while stroking me.'

Then, as if she was reading his mind and as if she was stroking the side of his face instead of his erect prick, she wrapped her fingers around his cock. As soon as she did, she softly stroked his penis with her fingertips. It took all the self-control he had not to reach down and close her hand around his penis. It took all the self-control he had not to move his hips back and forth for her to give him a forced hand job. It took all the self-control he had not to reach his hand down to her hand and move her hand back and forth with his for her to stroked his prick. It took all the self-control he had not to turn to her to kiss her, to touch her, and to feel her everywhere before mounting her and making love to her.

Perhaps imagining more than it was, in the way that he wondered if she was wet before, he wondered if she was wet now. In the way that she deliberately moved her hand on his erect, naked prick, it was as if he was her man or her husband instead of her son. In the way that she deliberately moved her hand on his erect, naked prick, it was as if she was his woman or his wife instead of his mother. As if he was her lover instead of her son, it was as if she was his lover instead of his mother.

She left her hand there on his cock with purpose. As she, no doubt, would move her hand away had she accidentally touched his prick if they were cuddling on the couch while watching a movie, and if they weren't in bed together, she didn't move her hand away now. He only wished she'd wrap her fingers tighter around his engorged prick and stroke his stiff cock. Now that he was so horny, not taking him much time to cum, he'd love for his mother to masturbate him.

Instead, she left her hand there as if she meant to hold his cock in the way that he wanted her to hold his cock. She left her hand there in the way that he left his hand on her pussy while playing with her pubic hair. Not knowing is she was awake or sleeping, she fingered his prick in the way that he wanted to finger her pussy. Not daring to move for fear his mother would remove her hand from his stiff prick, he stayed there like that while incestuous, sexual excitement overwhelmed him and washed over him in the way of a sudden fever.

Never had he felt such sexual excitement with a woman feeling his naked erection before in the way that he was so very sexually excited with his mother feeling his naked prick now. Then, ever so slowly and ever so gently as if he had willed her to do, she moved her fingers along the full length of his penis as if she was fingering her pussy instead of his cock. He wondered if she was sleeping and had accidentally touched his throbbing and pulsating cock in her sleep. He wondered if she was dreaming of having sex with him in the way that he yearned to have sex with her now.

Now that her hand was in contact with his hard, erect, naked cock and her fingers were wrapped around his prick, he wondered if she was sleeping. He wondered if she was sexually fantasizing and/or dreaming about his engorged prick in the way that he had sexually fantasized and dreamt about her warm, wet, blonde pussy. Not believing it for a minute, but wishing she had, he wondered if she deliberately moved her hand there. Just as he had been curious about the feel of her naked breasts, he wondered if she was curious about the feel of his naked cock too. Perhaps after watching him masturbating himself and cumming earlier today, he had sexually aroused her and she now sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.

In the way that his hand was on her naked breast before, his mother's hand was on his naked prick now. Unable to wrap his brain around all that sexually and incestuously happened in just a short amount of time, he couldn't believe he was naked and in bed with his nearly naked mother. In the way that he wanted to finger his mother's pussy, he wished she'd stroke his cock. Other than giving him a motherly hand job, he'd love for her to give him a motherly blowjob. Other than her giving him a motherly blowjob, he'd love to make sweet, passionate love to his mother before fucking his mother.

Maybe, she was sleeping and fell asleep with her hand and fingertips touching his cock. Instead of moving her hand away from his stiff prick, maybe she'd wrap her fingers around his big prick in her sleep. Then, just as he thought that, she fondled the head of his prick. She fingered the head of his cock before she took his cock in her hand and wrapped her manicured fingers around his stiff prick. As if she was holding her dildo, if she even had one, his mother was holding his prick in her hand on Valentine's Day night.

'Happy Valentine's Day to me. This is unbelievable,' he thought. 'I can't believe this is really happening. Whether she's sleeping or awake, I'll be masturbating over this moment for the rest of my life. If it wasn't enough that she allowed me to finger her pubic hair and hold her naked breast while spooning her, I can't believe she's holding my naked prick while spooning me.'

An involuntary move, his cock throbbed and pulsated by the mere warmth and touch of her soft, motherly hand. Then, when she didn't move her hand away, wanting and needing more sexual stimulation, he ever so slowly moved his hips back and forth. Expecting her to move her hand away when he stealthily moved his hips back and forth, he caused her to give him a forced, motherly hand job. Expecting her to move her hand away with him forcing her to masturbate him, he called to her to see if she was still awake.

"Mom," he said and that was all that he said.

With her still awake and with her not only deliberately touching his prick but also with her having wrapped her long, manicured fingers around his stiff prick, he needn't say anymore for her to know his meaning. Then, as if his cock was hers while holding it, in the way that he felt her ass was his when feeling it, she did something he hoped she'd do. As if preparing to give him a hand job, she wrapped her hand tighter around his cock. If he moved his hips back and forth now, she'd really be giving him a forced, motherly hand job.

"Oh don't be such a prude, Michael. This is how I slept with your father. It isn't as if I'm giving you a hand job, even though you'd like that with you stealthily moving your hips back and forth while throbbing and pulsating your prick," she said with a laugh. "He always held my breast and played with my pubic hair when we faced one way and I held his cock when we faced the other way," she said with a pause. "What's the big deal? If my touching you makes you feel uncomfortable, I can move my hand away."

Just as he couldn't believe it when she said pussy, he couldn't believe it when she said prick. He wished his mother would sexually talk dirty to him in the way that he'd love to sexually talk dirty to her. For him to have her permission to finger her pubic hair and touch, feel, fondle, and caress her naked breasts and naked ass, obviously, it was permissible for her to hold and wrap her fingers around his stiff prick.

He wondered what else she'd say was okay to do because she did that with his father. Would it be okay for her to give him a hand job? Would it be okay for him to cum all over his mother's hand or all over her tits? Would it be okay for her to give him a blowjob? Would it be okay for him to cum in his mother's beautiful mouth? Would it be okay to give his mother a cum bath? Would it be okay for her to make love to him before fucking him, really fucking him hard and fast?

Not all just one-sided, something that his father did with her, would it be okay for him to finger her pussy while licking her pussy? Hoping that she'd give him one too, would it be okay for him to give his mother an orgasm with his finger and tongue? Something she routinely did with his father; would it be okay for him to sleep with his mother every night and have sex with her every morning and every night? Would it be okay for him to give his mother an orgasm with his cock?

Instead of just leaving her hand stationary on top of his prick, after she wrapped her fingers around him, he wanted her to stroke him. Wishing she would, after sexually fantasizing about it while masturbating himself over it, he wanted his mother to give him a hand job. Wishing she would, after sexually fantasizing about it while masturbating himself over it, he wanted his mother to give him a blowjob. Wishing she would, after sexually fantasizing about it while masturbating himself over it, he wanted his mother to make love to him before fucking him.

Thinking again about her barging in his bedroom and catching him masturbating, he wanted to cum for his mother again. Only, this time, instead of cumming all over his chest, stomach, and hand while she watched, he wanted to cum in her beautiful mouth, all over her face, hair, and tits, or in her warm, wet pussy. Whether she allowed him to cum on her hand, across her naked breast, took him in her mouth, or spread her legs for him to cum in her cunt, with him already so very sexually aroused, he needed to cum.

Even if only cumming all over her hand and fingers, he'd love nothing more than to cum for his mother again. He'd love nothing more than to cum in his mother's mouth and watch her swallow his cum. He'd love nothing more than to give his mother a cum bath. By the thoughts of his mother masturbating him and him cumming for her, his prick grew bigger and harder.

With him having an erection as soon as he saw his mother's sexy, see-through, and barely-there nightgown, and with her holding his prick in her hand now, it didn't take him very long to have a full-blown erection. He couldn't stop his cock from throbbing and pulsating and every time it did, his stiff prick grew bigger and harder. So wanting to slowly hump his mother's hand, if she wasn't going to masturbate him, he couldn't wait to masturbate himself after she fell asleep and he left his mother's bed for his bed.Mother and son have incestuous sex on Valentine's Day night.

"Maybe I should go to my room now Mom," he said disappointed that his mother didn't take his hint and masturbate him.

Even though he was there to hold her, cuddle her, comfort her and spoon her, he couldn't help himself from wanting to have sex with her. After seeing his mother in this barely there nightgown, and with her not even giving him a hand job, he was more sexually frustrated than he was before. Sad about leaving his mother's bed, but sexually excited enough to masturbate himself once alone in his room, he had plenty to masturbate over now. With all that he had seen, touched, and felt of his mother, he'd be masturbating over seeing, touching, and feeling his mother's nearly, naked body while imagining having sex with her for the rest of his life.

He couldn't wait to masturbate over all that happened tonight. He needed to masturbate after their talking about sex and her incestuously teasing him. He needed to stroke his cock after seeing his mother wearing that sheer, sexy, wide open nightgown and her flashing him her naked pussy and big tits. He needed to jerk off after she pressed her nearly naked body against him and kissed him. Then, after she allowed him to finger her pubic hair, hold her breasts, and held his cock in her hand, he needed to cum.

"Please don't go, Michael," she said looking at him with sad eyes.

She took his arm and pulled him back in bed. She surprised him that she begged him to stay. In the way that he felt about his mother, he'd never say no to her.

"It's been a long day and I should let you get some rest," he said.

She looked at him with as much sadness as she looked at him with loneliness.

"Not yet. Not now," she said wrapping her other hand tighter around his naked cock while putting his hand back on her naked breast. "Please. I need you to stay with me. I don't want to sleep alone on Valentine's Day night."

Wishing she'd stroke him to keep him there in her bed with her, he turned to look at her to see her sexually staring at him as if he was indeed her lover and not her son. The point of him being in her bedroom and in her bed, he volunteered to sleep with her so that she'd get a good night's sleep. Selfishly on his part, he volunteered to sleep with her in the hopes that he'd see something, touch something, and feel something of her beautiful body. He volunteered to sleep with him hoping that she'd have sex with him.

Like mother like son, with her holding his cock in her hand and not letting him go, perhaps she thought the same thing, too. Perhaps, as he enjoyed thinking, she sexually wanted him as much as he incestuously wanted her. On the pretense of hopefully having sex with his mother, he volunteered to sleep with her so that she wouldn't be alone on Valentine's Day night. Yet, when it was obvious that she wasn't going to give him what he needed, he needed to masturbate himself.

"Mom," he said again with a pause. Rethinking what he was about to say, better that he stayed with his mother in her bed than leave her for his room, but he was so very horny. He was so very sexually frustrated, and if she wasn't going to masturbate him, he needed to masturbate himself. Shocking even himself, he couldn't believe what he was about to say next. "I'm sorry but you're making me so horny and so sexually frustrated by holding my prick in your hand," he said and not stroking it, he wanted to add but didn't.

Instead of allowing him to leave her bed and her bedroom, instead of letting him go, as if grabbing a hammer, seemingly not wanting him to leave, he couldn't believe his mother grabbed his naked cock even tighter in her soft hand. When he looked down at the top of his big prick protruding from his mother's hand was as if his penis was meant to be there. The sight of his mother holding his erection was one that he has had for six, long, and sexually frustrating years. As if he was dreaming or sexually fantasizing this night, he couldn't believe his mother was firmly holding his cock.

"Did I do that?" She giggled a whisper in his ear while sexually teasing him before staring down at his erect prick. "Did I arouse you sexually by just putting my hand on your penis?" When he didn't answer her, she asked him another sexual question. "Is that all it takes to make you horny and sexually frustrated is for me to put my hand on your penis?" As if she was laughing at him for being so easy, she laughed.

Obviously, she was teasing him now but she embarrassed him by knowing that he was so sexually aroused by her. As if she was squeezing a full tube of toothpaste with the cap on, she held his erection even tighter in her hot, soft, motherly hand than she did before. Then, in the way that he slowly traced her pussy slit before she moved his hand away from her cunt, she ran a slow fingertip along the head of his cock while staring at him. When she fingered and squeezed the head of his cock, his stiff prick answered the pleasure of his mother's experienced fingers by throbbing and pulsating from the warmth of her motherly hand.

'I so want to cum,' he thought. 'I wish my mother would stop teasing me and just masturbate me.'

While they stared at one another, before she looked down to stare at his engorged prick again, she played with the head of his penis with her long, manicured fingers while tightly holding his stiff prick. She fingered the head of his prick in the way that he not only wanted to finger her pussy but also in the way that he wanted to finger her nipples. Just as she knew she had sexually aroused him and had been sexually teasing him all evening, she obviously knew exactly what she was doing now.

An incestuous game that she obviously enjoyed playing, it was a game that he didn't yet knew the rules, otherwise, he'd be fingering her pussy and nipples in the way that she was fingering his cock. Too cautious and too careful, he feared saying or doing the wrong thing. Now that he was invited in his mother's bedroom and in her bed, the last thing he wanted to do was to be ejected from her bedroom and banned from her bed.

"Yes. Sorry Mom," he said. "You did do that to me when I'm just supposed to be sleeping with you while comforting you, holding you, cuddling you, and spooning you. I'm so embarrassed to be sexually aroused by my own mother. That's wrong," he said holding his head in shame. "That's nasty. That's incestuous. That's forbidden and even illegal in some state and countries but I'd be lying to you if I didn't admit that it feels good touching and feeling you while you touch and feel me."

As he did earlier, he so wanted to move his hips back and forth again for her to give him a forced hand job but with her catching him doing that before, she'd be aware of him doing that again now. Besides, he didn't have to move his hips back and forth for him to have his mother give him a hand job when she ever so slowly stroked his big prick. As if wiping the wax from a cucumber, she gently stroked him. Obviously, giving him what he wanted to make him stay, she'd seemingly would do anything for him to not leave her bed.

'I can't believe my mother is stroking my prick,' he thought while staring down at his mother's hand slowly stroking him. 'I wonder if in addition to stroking my cock, if she'd suck my cock, and fuck my cock,' he thought while driving himself mad with incestuous thoughts. 'I'd love nothing more than to have sex with my sexy MILF of a mother.'

* * * * *

Erotically, incestuously, and sexually exciting him, as if she was toying with him and teasing him, she continued sliding a slow finger over the head of his cock while ever so slowly stroking him. Making himself comfortable in his mother's bed, he turned on his back again and propped up his pillows behind his head to watch his mother's experienced hand have her wicked, sexual way with his stiff prick. Even if she didn't stroke him until he ejaculated, he'd be masturbating over his later when alone in his room.

Just as he wanted her to see his reaction to her stroking him, he wanted to see his mother's reaction to her hopefully giving him a hand job. Much more sexually exciting than watching his ex-girlfriend, his now stepmom, Jessica, give him a hand job, he wanted to watch his mother stroking him. He hoped she'd get just as sexually excited stroking him as he was incestuously excited with her masturbating him. If she was going to allow him to cum, in the way he did earlier this morning in his room with her watching, he didn't want to miss the sight of him cumming for his mother.

"It's okay Michael. Don't worry. As we agreed before, this is our little secret," she said whispering as if there was someone listening and/or if they were doing something sexually wrong, illegal, and/or forbidden, and they were. "No one needs to know what we do behind closed, bedroom doors. It's none of anyone's business."

Even though he was beyond being sexually excited being in bed and having sex with his mother, he felt so guilty. Had he not been as incestuously aroused, he'd feel dirty for sexually lusting over his own mother. How dare he? What's wrong with him to want her over another woman his age and who wasn't blood related to him.

"I can't help myself mother. Even though I want you in a forbidden way, I know what we're doing is wrong," he said and kicking himself for saying what he said.

As if she was his wife, his girlfriend, his significant other, and/or his lover instead of his mohr, she gave him a sexy smile.

"Besides, you have nothing to be sorry about. Don't be embarrassed. Your cock isn't the first cock that I've held and stroked in my hand," she said with a dirty laugh. "I've been holding and stroking your father's prick in my hand and giving him regular hand jobs and blowjobs since my Prom night, thirty years ago, when I was an 18-year-old virgin," she said with another sexy giggle.

'Oh, my God, the answer to one of his unanswered questions, his mother does suck cock. She's been giving my father regular hand jobs and blowjobs since she was an 18-year-old virgin on her Prom night,' he thought. 'Forget about her giving me a hand job, I wonder if she'll blow me. If only she'd suck my cock, I'd be the happiest son in the world. If only she'd allow me to cum in her mouth, I wouldn't ask her for anything else.'

* * * * *

With her from a different generation, he wondered if she allowed his father to cum in her mouth or if she pulled him from her mouth to cum on her tits. If she did allow his Dad to cum in her mouth, he wondered if she swallowed his cum. Even though she confessed she was a virgin when she married, he wondered if she gave anyone else, other than his father, a hand job and/or a blowjob. Giving hand jobs and blowjobs wouldn't take away from her virginity, especially if it wasn't public knowledge that she gave hand jobs and blowjobs. Unless she was the hand job and/or blowjob queen, her virginal status and moral reputation would still be safe.

Having never heard his mother talk in such a sexual way before, it sexually excited him to hear her speak in such a sexual way now. It sexually excited him when she said cock, prick, hand jobs, and blowjobs. When she said that she had given his father regular hand jobs and blowjobs since her Prom night, was she hinting that she'd give him a hand job and/or a blowjob too now? He'd love nothing better than for his mother to stroke him while sucking him. He'd love to cum in her beautiful mouth and watch her swallow his cum.

All he could do was to follow her lead. He hoped she'd give him some, hot, sexy, incestuous, pillow talk about her sexual past before giving him hot, sexy, incestuous pillow talk now while giving him incestuous sex. He hoped she'd tell him more about what she sexually did with his father while giving him, her son, incestuous sex. He pumped and pried her for more sexual information. He was curious to know what she was like when she was his age.

"I can't imagine you giving Dad a hand job and a blowjob," he said prodding her and playing her for more erotic details about her sexual life while hoping that she'd give him hand job too. "You don't have to answer my questions if they're too invasively embarrassing but I was just wondering. If you don't mind, tell me more about what you did sexually with Dad," he said. "I'd really like to know."

While he looked at his mother with sexual excitement, seemingly ruining her mood, Kimberly suddenly looked at her son with sadness. As if she was thinking if she should continue answering his sexual questions, she fell quiet. He wondered what she was thinking while hoping that he hadn't offended her.

Perhaps, he shouldn't have asked her about his father but she was the one who mentioned him. A delicate balance of trying to incestuously seduce his mother while not knowing how far across the incestuous line she allowed him to go, he had to play everything by ear. Protecting him from saying something dumb, doing something stupid, and ruining his chance of having sex with his mother it was better for her to take the lead and he'd surely follow.

"Does it sexually excite you when I tell you the sexual things that I did with your father?"

Quickly recovering from her sadness, she looked at him staring at her as if she was a porn star instead of his MILF of a mother. She continued slowly stroking his cock while staring down at his erect prick. Then, ready to sexually tease him again, she gave him a sexy smile and a naughty look. Once again with her the queen of this sexy, sexual game, with him her pawn and an easy mark, she was playing him again. Yet, whatever her game, waiting for her to make her next sexual move so that he could make his next incestuous move too, he was just happen to play her game of chess.

"Yes," he said while looking at her as if she was the most beautiful woman in the world. "It sexually excites me to know what you did with my father while hoping you'll do that with your son," he said with a wry smile while immediately admonishing himself for saying what he was thinking.

'Oh, my God. If it's not enough that I'm in bed naked with my nearly, naked mother and if it's not enough that she's stroking my cock, I just asked her for incestuous sex,' he thought. 'What's wrong with me to pressure her? Why can't I keep my big mouth shut and go with the flow?'

* * * * *

Afraid she'd reject him and ask him to leave her room, he regretted saying what he had just said. Ready to apologize to her for his boldness, he stopped when he watched his mother's body language. She stared at him with sexual lust and incestuous horniness as if he was a male stripper at a CFNM club on her fortieth birthday. As if she was about to take his stiff prick in her mouth, as if she was about to blow him, she continued smiling while running a slow tongue across her red, full lips.

'Oh, my God,' he thought. 'My mother is so frigging sexy.'

He stared at her in the way she continued staring at him.

"I bet you'd like me to do all those sexual things to you, too. I bet you'd love to do all those sexual things with me," she said. "I bet you'd like me to stroke you, suck you, and make love to you before fucking you, my own son," she said with a loud, dirty laugh.

With her the one who was in control, suddenly, while knowing that she was teasing him, she made him feel small. He knew that she may masturbate him but she'd never suck him, make love to him, and/or fuck him. She paused as if rethinking what she was about to say next. Not knowing what else to say, perhaps this was his time to continue to say what he was thinking.

"Yes," he said and was all that he could say while hoping that his mother would do all of those sexually, incestuous things. "I'd love for you to stroke me while sucking me. I'd love you to make love to me, Mother. I'd love to fuck you," he said. "I'd love to give you multiple orgasms with my fingers, my tongue, and my prick," he said while watching for her reaction.

Expecting her to ask him to leave her bed and her bedroom, instead, she leaned into him to whisper in his ear.

"I bet you'd love me to give you a hand job and/or a blowjob right now," she said.

She gave him a sexy grin and a naughty look while sexually teasing him.

"Oh, God, yes, Mother, yes," he said again and was all that he could say. "I'd love for you to give me a hand job and/or a blowjob right now."

* * * * *

Obviously, with this nothing more than a sexy, sexual game to her, she seemingly played the role of his Dominatrix instead of his mother. She looked sexually at him in the way that he looked incestuously at her. Continuing her sexy, sexual game, she was driving him mad with incestuous desire for her. If she wasn't going to stroke him, he was tempted to masturbate himself in front of her, right there on his mother's bed. If she wasn't going to allow him to cum, he was ready to cum for her again as he did this morning.

Obviously, knowing what he wanted, what he wanted was her. What he wanted was for his mother to give him incestuous sex. What he wanted was to allow him to finger her, lick her, make love to her, and fuck her so that she could stroke him while sucking him. Then, as if he wasn't sexually excited and shocked enough, as if she could read his mind, she sexually excited him and shocked him even more by what she said next.

"I bet you'd love to lick my wet pussy while fingering your mother's wet cunt," she said giving him the forbidden image of licking and fingering her pussy. "I bet you'd love to make slow love to your mother while French kissing me," she said whispering her words in his ear before sticking her tongue in his ear and blowing in his ear. "I bet you'd love to fuck your mother hard and fast. I bet you'd love to pound your mother's cunt," she said giving him the sexual image of him fucking his mother.

Now breathing more through his mouth than through his nose, his jaw dropped and his eyes widened. Needing more than just her hand slowly stroking him, his cock ached for his mother's mouth. He needed the wet warmth of his mother's cunt. He needed to be sexually and incestuous intimate with his mother. He needed to make her his woman, his bitch, his sexual slave, and his incestuous whore.

"Yes, God, yes, Mother. Yes," he said. "I'd love to lick and finger your pussy. I'd love to give you an orgasm with my fingers and tongue. I'd love to make love to you while French kissing you. I'd love to fuck you, Mother, and really pound your pussy to make you cum," he said.

Seemingly satisfied with sexually teasing him, she smiled.

"What if I just masturbated you? What if I just stroked your cock and made you cum all over my hand? Would you like that? I could do that for you. I wouldn't mind giving my son a hand job," she said while continuing to sexually tease him. "I'd rather enjoy giving you a hand job," she said.

He never thought he'd be disappointed by his mother offering him a hand job but he was. Now that she mentioned it and now that she drove him insane with sexual lust for her, he was hoping that she'd not only stroke his cock but also would suck his cock before fucking his erect prick.

"Yes," he said settling for less while hoping for more. Yet, it was better to take a hand job from his mother than to leave her bed sexually frustrated. Better to have her masturbate him than to have to masturbate himself when alone in his room. "I'd love for you to masturbate me, Mom. I'd love to cum all over your hand."

She stared down at his erect prick before looking up at him. Then, giving him what he wanted, she stroked him a little harder and a little faster. His sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe his mother was giving him a hand job.

"I'm out of practice," she said. "It's been years since I've given a hand job." She gave him a sexy smile as if pleased with what she was going to say next. "You have a beautiful prick, Michael. Your cock is much bigger than your father's cock," she said looking up at him before continuing to stare down at her son's engorged prick. Then, she laughed sexily with what she said next. "You're so big that I'm not sure if I could fit all of that in my mouth."

'Oh, my God,' he thought incestuously aroused even more than he was before by the image of his mother taking his big dick in her mouth. He imagined her stroking him while sucking him. He imagined her deep throating him. He imagined cumming in his mother's beautiful mouth before cumming all over her face, in her hair, and across her naked breasts.

'I'd do anything for my mother to give me a blowjob,' he thought.

* * * * *

While his mother stroked him, he persevered in his quest to learn more about her sexual background. He was curious to know if she was forced to do any of his father's friends while his father watched. His drunken friends were relentless in touching her, groping her, and trying to kiss her. She didn't dare go in the pool while wearing her bikini with his drunken friends there.

With him already giving up on his mother blowing him, making love to him, and fucking him, he knew she was just sexually teasing him to make him cum. If she was going to give him anything, she'd definitely give him a hand job. Yet, in addition to a hand job, with her not giving him a blowjob, at the very least, he wanted to know more about her sexual life so that he'd have even more to masturbate over later.

"Tell me what you sexually did with my father. I want to know," he said looking at his mother with as much curiosity as he looked at her with sexual excitement. "It sexually excites me to know and for me to imagine you having sex with him."

As if she was telling him a bedtime story, she made herself comfortable against him. Yet, her mood changed again from sexual excitement to sadness and to anger. Obviously, she was angry when talking about her sexual past with her ex-husband to her son. Obviously, he should let this go and not bring it up again. The last thing he wanted to do was to ruin their sexual fun and their incestuous good time.

"Your father was a disrespectful and insensitive pig, especially when he was drunk and, especially during those last few years, he was always drunk," she said. "He forced me to do some sexual things with his friends that I still regret, that I still have nightmares over, and the still makes my skin crawl."

She looked at her son as if apologizing for all that she was ready to say about his father's bad, sexually abusive, and violent behavior.

"I'm sorry, Mom. You don't have to tell me if you'd rather not," he said.

She smiled at him as if he was her therapist instead of her son.

"It's okay," she said. "Having never told anyone, I'd rather talk about it to someone and being that you know what your dad was like, especially after absconding with your ex-girlfriend, better that I talk about it to you than to a stranger."

She fell as quiet as she looked sad.

"It's okay, Mom. You're right. I know how Dad was. He was an asshole. I'd never judge you for whatever he did or made you do," he said while suspecting his father did some terrible things to his mother.

While still holding onto his prick and slowly sliding her fingers over the head of his cock as if it was her worry stone, she gave her son a warm smile.

* * * * *

"He was always trying to get me to flash my tits to his drunken friends. He encouraged them to touch me, feel me, and grope me. He even wanted me to have sex with his friends while he watched and masturbated himself," she said.

Michael looked at his mother with horror before his look changed to anger and hatred for his father.

"That's terrible mother. Dad was such a drunken pig," he said.

She nodded her head in agreement of her son.

"Using me and sexually abusing me, always waiting for when I was carrying something, he used to pull off my bikini top and pull down my tube top to expose my naked breasts to his drunken friends. No matter which way I turned, one of his friends would be there staring while groping me," she said suddenly looking sad.

She looked at her son with sadness and while continuing to ever so slowly stroke him. Like father like son, he looked at her with sexual excitement. Even though it angered him that his father was so mean to his mother, it sexually excited him that his friends not only saw her naked breasts but also felt her naked breasts.

"Sorry, Mom," he said but he wasn't apologizing for his father's bad behavior, he was apologizing for his own sexual excitement.

She looked away from him and stared down at his erect prick in her hand while continuing what she needed to say as she continued stroking her son.

"God forbid I should wear a skirt, he'd lift my skirt to my waist and then try to pull down my panties to flash them my naked ass and pussy. Mortified and humiliated, I was so embarrassed. I was so angry."

Knowing that's what drunken men do, guilty of that himself, especially when at a party with a hot, drunken woman, yet, this was his morally modest and somewhat religious mother and not just some drunken whore of a woman. He looked at his mother with compassion, forbearance, and understanding albeit mixed with sexual excitement. Obviously, he was getting off on other men seeing and groping his mother.

"I'm sorry, Mom. We don't have to discuss this anymore, if you'd rather not," he said.

As if she was being brave, she nodded her head.

"It's okay. It's in the past and I'm over it now. Yet, being that I'm still angry over all he did to me and forced me to do, I obviously need to talk about all that happened," she said falling silent.

While Michael cupped his mother's big breasts in his horny hands, she continued fondling her son's erect prick before speaking again.

"Take your time, Mother," he said rubbing her back and massaging her shoulders.

She gave him a warm, motherly smile.

"Just as you obviously do," she said looking down at his hands on her tits. "Your father loved my big tits. He was proud of my shapely breasts and big nipples. He encouraged me to wear sexy clothes and whenever I did, I paid the price by him exposing me. I lost count how many times he showed men my naked breasts against my will, especially whenever I was carrying something, was too slow to react, and/or too drunk to stop him."

Angry that his father would sexually assault and violently abuse his mother in such a disrespectful way, he looked at her with anger mixed with sexual excitement. Now that he knew how it affected his mother, he felt guilty over all the drunken women the he and his friends sexually abused at drunken, college frat parties. What comes around, goes around and with his mother now a victim of men's sexual depravity too, he suddenly felt guilty over all the nasty and disrespectful things that he and his drunken friends did while on Spring break.

"I'm sorry, Mom," said Michael suddenly feeling ashamed that he was acting like his father by asking her such personal, sexual questions for the benefit of his sexual titillation and incestuous excitement.

Yet, like father like son, he imagined how sexually exciting it would be to expose his mother to his friends and/or to other men. Like father like son, now that they were nearly sexually intimate, if she wore a tube top or a bikini in front of him, he'd be tempted to do what his father did and flash her tits to unsuspecting men. As much as he understood his mother's anger and felt her pain, he understood his father's sexual lust in wanting to share his wife by flashing her to his friends. Now, that he saw the pain that it caused her, he'd never treat his mother so insensitively.

* * * * *

She continued her sexual confession and, again, as if his prick was her worry stone while rubbing his cock with her thumb, she didn't let go of her son's cock while telling him her sexual secrets. She even held his prick tighter while she confessed what her husband forced her to do and to endure. Perhaps, with her knowing that whatever she told her son, sexually excited him, she used her sexual confession as she would if giving him hot, sexy, incestuous, pillow talk. Perhaps, she used her sexual confession to further tease and perhaps even seduce her son, not that she needed to even try to seduce him.

"As if I was a Japanese woman riding the subway and forced to have sex with strange men, he'd leave me in a room with his drunken friends to smoke his cigar on the patio while they sexually assaulted me. Whenever I was drunk enough, he hoped that I'd have sex with his horny friends. The last straw was when three of his friends held me down against my will on the couch and stripped me naked. Admittedly, I was drunk, too drunk to stop them from stripping off my clothes. While one held my arms, another stuck his cock in my mouth, and a third was eating my pussy before trying to fuck me," she said.

Michael looked at his mother in horror.

"Those bastards! Those assholes! That's horrible Mom. Dad was a real dick to you," he said. "He's such an asshole. If ever I see him again, I'll punch him in his nose."

She looked at her son with sorrow.

"They would have gangbang raped me had I not screamed and fought them. Lucky for me, they were drunker than I was. Fortunately, they were all to drunk to maintain an erection. Yet, for your father to allow his friends to rape me told me that he had no respect for me and that he no longer loved me," said Kimberly.

Michael nodded his head in sadness.

"I'm glad you're rid of the asshole," said her son.

Kim nodded her head in agreement.

"It wasn't long after that I discovered that he was having an affair with your girlfriend, that slut. God she was such a whore," she said. "It wasn't long after that when he left me for Jessica and asked me for a divorce to marry her." She shook her head in anger. "Good luck to them. They deserve one another. I'm sure that if he wanted her to have sex with his friends, she would," said Kim.

Michael nodded her head as if she was thinking.

"Sorry, Mom. That was my fault for introducing Jessica to Dad," he said. "I never should have brought her home. Only, I didn't know she was like that and I definitely didn't know that Dad was like that either. I never should have left them alone together."

Kimberly shrugged her confusion.

"I understand what a 48-year-old man would want with a 24-year-old woman but I still don't understand what a 24-year-old woman would want with a 48-year-old, drunk," she said giving her son a sad smile.

Just as Michael ruined the sexual mood by asking her about his father, Kimberly ruined the sexual mood with her sexually abusive confession and by bringing up Jessica. Michael felt guilty that he was responsible for introducing Jessica to his father. He felt responsible that he had ended their marriage. Yet, if it wasn't his ex-girlfriend leaving with his father, with his father obviously into young chicks, it would have been some other, young woman.

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Mother and son fell silent. While she mindlessly stroked him, he continued to excitedly fondle her breasts while avoiding her nipples. She stared down at his cock with sad eyes while he stared at her naked breasts with sexually excited eyes. He wanted to continue feeling his mother's naked tits but after she confessed all that his father's friends sexually did to her, he felt awkward feeling up his mother. He didn't want her to deem him in the same sexual category as them. Instead, unable to stop himself from continuing their sexual conversation, building up to where they were before, he continued their sexual, pillow talk.

"Is what you're doing now what you used to do with Dad? Did you hold Dad's cock in your hand while moving your hand back and forth in the way you're doing now with me," he said looking down at his mother's hand before looking up at her. "Did you used to fondle Dad's prick in the way that you're fondling my prick now while he fondled your breasts?"

She looked at him and gave him a sexy smile.

"Of course, this is what I did with your father and what he wished I'd do with his friends," she said making a sadly sour face before laughing. "If it was up to him and if I allowed him to have his sexual way, he'd have me suck and fuck all of his friends while he watched and masturbated himself. Hopefully, Jessica will accommodate him in that regard," she said with sadness. She looked at Michael with sad eyes. "When he stared drinking, he turned into such a foul man."

Then, when seeing him looking at her with love and sexual excitement, she gave him a big smile. If she wasn't beautiful enough, she was even more beautiful when she smiled. He loved her smile. She was so beautiful when she wasn't so sad.

"Dad was a lucky man to have someone who was as beautiful, as sexy, and as intelligent as you in his life," he said.

She nodded her head as if agreeing with him. Then, she finally asked him the question that he was hoping to hear.

"Is that what you want?" She stroked him a little faster. "Is that what you'd like me to do for you?" She looked from him to look down at his prick before looking up at him again. "We moved away from the subject of sex," she said giving him a excited look as if asking him what he wanted for Christmas. "Would you like me to masturbate you?"

She gave him a sexy smile and a naughty look. He returned her sexy smile and naughty look with his sexy smile and naughty look.

"Yes," he said slyly.

She stroked him a little faster while continuing to sexually tease him. It was sexually special to hear his mother talk dirty to him. She looked so sexy while saying such sexually suggestive things. After all, this was his mother and not some whore. He couldn't imagine any man not wanting a hand job from his mother, especially while feeling her big, naked breasts.

"I bet you'd you like to cum all over my hand," she said again in the way she said before. "Or maybe you'd like to ejaculate your cum across my big, naked tits," she said with a laugh while giving him a teasing look and sitting upright to puff out her chest.

Michael returned his mother's stare with his stare.

"God, yes, Mom, I'd love for you to masturbate me. I love to cum all over your hand. I'd love to ejaculate my cum across your naked breasts," he admitted.

She gave him another sexy smile before really sexually teasing him. In the way that she looked at him, obviously, she was about to say something that would really get to him. Obviously, she knew just want to say to make him crazy with incestuous desire for her.

"If I remember correctly what you said when I was standing in your bedroom this morning while watching you masturbate, you said that you wanted to cum in my mouth."

'Oh, God,' he thought. 'He'd love nothing better than to ejaculate his cum in his mother's beautiful mouth.

"Mom," he said.

As if sexually anticipating her taking him in her mouth and suck him, Mom was all that he could say. She looked at him with sexual lust in the way that he looked at her with incestuous desire. She paused to stare at her son staring at her before asking him the million-dollar question.

"Do you still want to do that? Do you want me to blow you? Do you want me to suck your prick? Do you still want to cum in my mouth? Tell me, Michael, would you like to cum in Mommy's mouth?"

He stared at his mother as if he was having a sexual fantasy. His mouth fell open while imagining his mother taking his stiff prick in her mouth. He imagined putting a gentle hand behind her blonde, pretty head. He imagined humping her mouth and fucking her face before shooting a huge load of cum in his mother's mouth and watching her swallow.

"Mom," he said.

At a loss for words, as if he could no longer speak, Mom was all that he could say. Again, in the way that he looked at her incestuous desire, she looked at him with sexual lust. She gave him another sexy smile and another naughty look before asking him a second question and before he answered her first question.

"Tell me. I'd like to know. Would you like me to give you a blowjob? Is that what you want? Would you like Mommy to suck your prick? I bet you'd love to cum in my mouth. I bet you'd love me to swallow your cum too," she said with a sexy smile and a dirty laugh.

The color drained from his face and his jaw fell open again.

"God, yes," he said. "Oh, Mom, yes, I'd love to watch you blow me. I'd love to cum in your beautiful mouth. I'd love to watch you to swallow my cum," he said sliding a slow finger across her full lips.

She smiled while continuing to stroke him. She briefly took his finger in her mouth to suck his finger as if she was sucking his cock. As if his mother was sexually eating a banana in front of him, he watched his mother suck his finger as if she was blowing him. Not done teasing him, she continued driving him wild with incestuous lust.

"If I remember correctly when I was standing in your room this morning while watching you masturbate yourself, you said that you wanted to give me a cum bath," she said looking at her son as if she was an attorney cross examining him. "Is that what you'd still like to do? Do you still want to give me a cum bath? Do you still want to not only shoot a load of cum in my mouth but also a second load all over my face, in my hair, and across my big, naked breasts?"

Unmercifully teasing him sexually, she looked at him with insight while he stared at her with incestuous delirium. He couldn't believe his mother was reiterating all the things that he said this morning while masturbating himself. He couldn't believe his mother was such a sexy, sexual tease. He'd love nothing more than to masturbate in front of his mother again. He'd love nothing more than to give his mother a cum bath after ejaculating a load of cum in her mouth.

"More than anything, Mom," he said. "I'd love for you to masturbate me. I'd love to cum all over your hand, and across your beautiful breasts, just as I'd love for you to blow me and allow me to cum in your mouth, and watch you swallow my cum, before giving you a cum bath."

She lifted her head from her pillow to rest it in her hand and to support it with her elbow while staring at him. She continued looking at him but he didn't turn to look at her. Feeling awkwardly embarrassed that he wanted his mother in such an incestuously, forbidden, sexual way, nonetheless, wishing that she'd masturbate him before blowing him, he couldn't help but to feel as incestuously perverted as he felt sexually excited. He couldn't help but wonder if she was just teasing him or if she was actually going to go through with all the sexual things that she said.

"I'd like to do all those sexual things with you too," she said looking at him before leaning into him to kiss him.

Suddenly he felt as embarrassed as he felt ashamed that he confessed his sexual lust for his mother this morning while masturbating himself. Now feeling much like the incestuous pervert he was, he felt just as embarrassed as he felt ashamed that he masturbated and ejaculated in front of his mother earlier today. In the way that his mother showed her sexual lust for him, he wished he had been more of a man and shown his incestuous lust for her.

Even though her actions and the conversation that he had led to the incestuous, sexual suggestion, he felt uncomfortable asking his mother for a hand job and/or a blowjob. He felt uncomfortable asking his mother for sex when they were just supposed to be sleeping in the same bed together. When did holding, comforting, cuddling, and spooning one another turn into sex? Nonetheless, he wanted much more than just a hand job or even a blowjob. He wanted a sexual relationship. Justifying his lust with his immoral, unnatural, and forbidden sexual attraction to his mother, not allowing this opportunity to pass, he needed to make his sexual feelings known to his mother.

"Even though I do want you to give me a hand job, a blowjob, and I'd love to give you a cum bath," he said with sadness instead of with sexual excitement. "I don't know if we should do those sexual things," he said already regretting saying that she shouldn't give him a hand job and a blowjob before he gave her a cum bath. "Perhaps, I should return to my room and let you sleep," he said with sadness, horniness, and sexual frustration.

Mother and son finally have incestuous sex.

Now that Michael was in his mother's bed and sleeping with his mother, Kimberly, he was ready to leave his mother's bed for his bed. With her still not giving him want he wanted, incestuous sex, he was ready to leave her bedroom for his bedroom. It was one thing to ask his mother for a hand job or a blowjob, but it was even more perversely perverted to ask to give her a cum bath. Obviously to him now, just as he'd never have incestuous with his mother, she'd never have incestuous sex with him.

With her hand holding his prick and her fingers wrapped tightly around his erection while slowly stroking him, he came close to having sex with his mother. Unless she was just teasing him, his mother seemed ready to give him a hand job, a blowjob, and even allow him to give her a cum bath. Yet, teasing him with her words and giving him sexual pillow talk, all she did was to talk a good game.

Even though he wanted to have sex with his mother, he didn't want their relationship to be only about sex. He hoped for more than that. He wanted to be her long-term lover in addition to being her son. He wanted to live with his mother as man and woman, boyfriend and girlfriend, or husband and wife. He didn't want just one hand job and blowjob, he wanted dozens of them, perhaps even hundreds of them. He sexually and romantically wanted his mother in the way that no son should want their mother.

'I love you, Mom,' he thought when looking at his mother.

She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. She was all that he'd ever want in a woman.

"Oh, Michael, don't be so naïve." She rolled her eyes again and sighed before letting out a laugh. "What's the big deal? It's just sex. You're making too much out of a hand job. It's just a hand job. You're making too much out of a blowjob. It's just a blowjob," she said with a shrug as if masturbating him or sucking her son was no big deal to her.

She gave him another sexy smile. As if he was in pain and was suffering, he returned her smile with a look of hurt. She wasn't getting it. She didn't understand. He wanted her to be more than just his mother giving him incestuous sex. He wanted his mother to be his lover, his girlfriend, his significant other, or even his wife. Willing to find a Justice of the Peace today, Valentine's Day, he'd definitely marry his mother if she agreed to them living together as husband and wife.

"What's the big deal? I'll tell you what the big deal is. It's incestuous sex. Incestuous sex is a much forbidden as it is illegal," he said in a soft voice. "Instead of accepting it and embracing it, you make it sound dirty by hiding it. When I want to tell the world that we're lovers. No one knows that we're mother and son or needs to know that we're mother and son. With you looking younger and me looking older, we could easily pass as husband and wife," he said.

She laughed again.

"You're making too big of a deal of this, Michael," she said. "No one knows what we do behind closed bedroom doors. We don't have to tell everyone that we're having sex," she said with a sigh. "I had a sexual life before you came along and after you were born," she said with a little laugh while slowly stroking his erection. She looked down at her hand holding his erection before she looked back up at him. "Are you okay with me holding you, touching, and stroking you in this sexual way or would you rather that I stop masturbating you?"

Not waiting for him to answer, she continued fingering the head of his cock while stroking him a little faster. Teasing him with her gentle, motherly touches, she had sexually excited him even more by not only allowing him to give her sexual pillow talk but also by returning his sexual pillow talk. When she continued sexually exciting him by stroking his prick, instantly erecting them, he ran his slow fingers over her nipples. Then, as if goading him to answer her affirmatively, she reached down to cup his testicles in the palm of her hand.

'Oh, my God,' he thought when his mother cupped his balls. 'I can't believe she just did that. That felt so good. Always imagining my mother giving me a hand job, I never imagined her gently cupping my balls in her warm and soft, motherly hand.'

"Mom," he said, which was all that he could say.

He was confused as much as he was sexually frustrated. Obviously with his mother not understanding and even underestimating how he felt about her romantically as well as sexually, she laughed at his confusion and sexual frustration. If only she knew he'd marry her if he could, he wondered what she'd say. Maybe he should buy her a ring, get down on one knee, and propose. Surely, there must be some other son who had, but he wondered how many sons married their mothers.

'What? Marry me? You want to marry me,' he thought while imagining his mother looking at him with shock and staring at him as if he was crazy to want to marry her.

Indeed, if he was crazy, he was in crazy love with his mother. If he was crazy, he wanted to be crazy with his mother by his side. There was no other woman that he wanted to be with emotionally, physically, and sexily. As far as he was concerned, his mother was the only woman for him.

"Don't call me Mom when I'm cupping your balls in my hand," she said with another laugh while squeezing his balls a little harder. "Call me Kimberly."

He looked at her looking at him. She was right. From this moment forward, she was no longer his mother. She was Kimberly or Kim, his lover. With them both in bed naked while touching and feeling one another's naked bodies, it was ridiculous for him to call her Mom or Mother.

"That feels so good what you're doing, Kimberly," he said. "And to answer your question, yes, I'm okay with what you're doing," he said in a sexually excited whisper. "Even though I've always fantasized about imagining you naked and having sex with your naked body while masturbating, I never thought you'd be holding, fondling, and stroking my cock in your hand."

Only, he wished instead of her only holding him, fondling him, and slowly stroking him that she'd stroke him faster and harder. Horny before and with his mother making him even hornier now, he wished she'd give him a motherly hand job instead of just sexually teasing him. He needed to cum and he wanted his mother to make him cum.

Taking whatever this was a step further, he wished she'd give him a motherly hand job and blowjob in the way that she gave his father a wifely hand job and a wifely blowjob. Now that he knew what it felt like to feel his cock in his mother's hand, he wanted to know what it felt like to feel his cock in his mother's mouth, and in his mother's pussy. He'd love to cum in his mother's mouth and pussy, just as he'd love to give his mother a sexual orgasm with his cock.

"I promise not to stroke you too hard and too fast, that is unless you want me to stroke you harder and faster," she said with a sexy laugh. They looked at one another through the dim light of her nightlight lit bedroom. "Okay?"

As if reading his mind, she said what he was thinking again.

'It's okay if you stroke me harder and faster. It's okay if you give me a hand job,' he thought and wanted to say. 'I'd love for you to give me a blowjob too,' he wanted to add. 'I'd love to cum in your mouth before giving you a cum bath. Further, I'd love to make love to you before fucking you.'

Perhaps, she wanted him to make the next sexual move. He wondered if this was his cue to tell her that it was okay for her to stroke him and to suck him, that is if she had a mind to do that, and seemingly she did. In the way she was dressed or not dressed and in the way that she sexily and romantically acted towards him, if he was to hazard a guess, he'd say his mother sexually wanted him as much as he incestuously wanted her.

"Okay," he said wishing he had the balls to ask her to stroke him fast enough and long enough to make him cum.

'Having already come this far with my mother, I don't know what I'm waiting for. Obviously, she wants to masturbate me as much as I want her to masturbate me. Yet, not wanting ruin everything by her just giving me a hand job, missing the big, long-term picture, I want so much more than just a hand job,' he thought. 'I want everything.'

Without a doubt, he'd love to cum for his mother. He'd love to see the look on her face again when he ejaculated his cum for her and because of her. As if tattooing his mother with gobs of his cum, he wished he could give her a cum bath. As if marking his territory and making his woman by shooting his DNA all over her beautiful face and body, he'd love to decorate her with the pearls of his dripping cum. He not only would love to cum in her beautiful mouth but also he'd love to cum all over her pretty face and her big tits.

More than anything, he wanted to have sex with his mother. More than anything, as if she was his lover instead of his mother he wanted to touch and feel her everywhere while making out with her. More than anything, on this day of love, romance, and sex, Valentine's Day, he wanted to make love to his mother before fucking his mother. Just as he wanted her to give him an orgasm, he wanted to return the favor and give her multiple orgasms with his fingers, tongue, and cock, too. Now that she knows what he looks like and sounds like when cumming, he'd love to know what his mother looks like and sounds like when cumming, too.

Thinking about putting his hand on her hand to hump her hand with his hips, with the help of his mother's hand, he could give himself a reluctant hand job. Only, with her already willingly stroking him and with her already asking him if he wanted her to give him a hand job, he didn't have to do that. She had already agreed to do that for him. The best Valentine's gift he could ever want, just as he couldn't believe his mother was holding his big prick in her hand, he couldn't believe his mother was stroking his big, erect prick in her hand. He couldn't believe she was giving him a slow hand job.

* * * * *

"You have a very, big cock Michael," she said in a whisper while squeezing his prick and staring down at his erection. Obviously enamored with his erect prick in the way that he was enamored with her big tits, she slid her body down to rest her head on his chest while she continued stroking him and staring at his engorge cock. "Your prick is so very hard. With your father always too drunk to get and/or maintain an erection, it's been a long time since I've held a hard cock in my hand."

He couldn't believe his mother was talking dirty to him. Now, he couldn't wait to talk dirty to her. He pushed the covers further down to look at himself in his mother's hand holding and stroking his prick. He looked from his engorged penis to look at her and she turned her head to look from his erect cock to look up at him. With her resting her head on his chest, wishing she'd rest her head on his stomach, his cock would be much closer to her mouth then.

When he pushed the covers down, not only did he expose his naked prick to his mother but he exposed part of her blonde, trimmed pussy to him. Just as he couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's naked breasts close up, he couldn't believe he was seeing a partial view of his mother's naked pussy. He wondered if she'd let him masturbate her while she masturbated him. He'd love to masturbate his mother. He'd love to finger her wet pussy while she stroked his hard cock.

"I do? Really?" He stared down at his mother holding his prick in her hand. "Do you really think I have a big cock?"

She laughed.

"Trust me. You do," she said with a sexy smile. "You have a bigger prick than your father's prick and a bigger prick than many of the male strippers had when my friends took me out to a CFNM strip club for my 40th birthday. Better times then, that was a couple of years before I divorced your father."

He imagined his mother at a CFNM strip club drunk. He wondered if she was drunk enough to lick whipped cream off the strippers' cocks. He imagined, while she was licking whipped cream from their pricks, they put a hand to the back of her blonde, pretty head and impaled her mouth with their stiff pricks. With her the birthday girl, never thinking of his mother as a sexual woman until he was in bed with her now, he wondered how far she went in having sex with any of them.

"Thank you," he said with a laugh. "I'm a little embarrassed that you're holding my prick while stroking my prick but I'm not embarrassed enough to stop you," he said with a dirty laugh. "Tell me, Kimberly, I'm curious."

She gave him a sexy smile while turning her head to look at him.

"Curious about what? What would you like to know?"

He looked at her to give her his own sexually excited smile.

"Being that you're the one who brought it up but did any of the strippers try to get you to blow them, I mean, really suck them while stroking them? Did you suck any of their cocks, Kimberly? Did any of the strippers ejaculate their cum in your mouth?"

He wanted to call her mother instead of calling her by her name? With him in bed with her nearly, naked body and with him naked, it sexually excited him more to call her Mom or Mother than it did to call her Kimberly. Yet, if they were going to live as lovers, boyfriend and girlfriend, or as husband and wife, a hard habit to break, he needed to get in the habit of calling her Kim or Kimberly and not Mom or Mother.

She laughed at his question in wanting to know if she gave any of the strippers' oral sex and if any of them had ejaculated their cum in her mouth.

"They tried," she said laughing again. "Suffice to say that I've licked whip cream from a few cocks, a few on my thirtieth birthday and again on my fortieth birthday, if that's what you mean. Perhaps, I'll do it again on my fiftieth birthday," she said with a dirty laugh. "Only, the strippers are supposed to cum in their customers' mouths."

He looked at her wide-eyed.

"Wow," he said while imagining his mother sucking stripper's pricks. "I only wished they allowed men in to watch. I've love to watch you lick whipped cream from strippers' cocks."

Not the morally modest and somewhat religious woman that she had always professed to be, he suddenly saw his mother in a new sexual light.

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