Best Friend, Best Lover, My Mother

byMotherandSonTrueConfessions©

No longer playing tickle and tease games of sexual seduction and forbidden lust, a mother and her son finally go all of the way and have incestuous sex.

A loving son had a deep love and an exciting incestuous, albeit consensual, sexual relationship with his MILF of a mother. Unashamed and unembarrassed, a loving mother had a deep love and an excitingly forbidden, albeit consensual, sexual relationship with her adult son. Taking two to have incestuous sex, putting aside that they're blood related and mother and son, filled with sexual lust, illicit love, and erotic passion they're both eagerly willing to have forbidden sex with one another.

Author's Warning:

This is a true mother and son love story that contains graphic, incestuous sex. If a mother having consensual sex with her adult son offends you, please don't read this story. If a son having consensual sex with his mother bothers you, then, this story is not for you. On the other hand, if you enjoy reading true mother and son incest stories, stories that have really happened, then this story is for you. You're going to love this story.

Introduction:

This is their true mother and son love story that Tommy asked me to write for him about his MILF of a mother, Maureen. Never discussed with anyone but with his mother, keeping one another's secret, their incestuous, love affair happened nearly twenty-years ago. They had forbidden sex after his father left his mother for a whore half his age. Running its course and serving its purpose, their incestuous love affair ended long before Tommy married his wife and had children and long before Maureen found happiness with her second husband.

Something so very typical, even though Tommy had always been sexually attracted to his mother, Maureen was never sexually attracted to her son. Especially after seeing some part of her that he shouldn't see, Tommy continually masturbated over his mother while imagining her naked and having sex with him. He spent his time trying to see up-skirt peeks of her panties, up-nightgown peeks of her naked pussy, down-blouse views of her bra and cleavage, and down-nightgown views of her naked breasts.

Then, as if the planets had aligned during a full moon on one, romantic evening, not planned nor sexually fantasized about, they kissed. As if they were boyfriend and girlfriend instead of mother and son, they French kissed. As if they were strangers instead of being blood related, without guilt or remorse, they had sex, incestuous sex. As if they were lovers, they came together not only as a mother and her son but also as a man and a woman. Unable to stop it, it just happened.

Once so very sexually exciting, it's now nothing more than a loving memory that they've savored and kept private for more than 20-years and will keep private for the rest of their lives. Coming together when they both needed one another, they were lonely, vulnerable, and sad. They were in need of love, attention, sex, and affection. Now, with Maureen remarried and Tommy in love with his wife, they no longer needed that kind of perversely, frowned upon mother and son love and sex.

Yet, when it happened, not tawdry in their sexual desire nor frantic in their lust for one another, instead, it was a beautiful thing. Seemingly, when having incestuous sex out of love and loneliness, as long as her son is of age, there's nothing wrong with a mother having a sexually intimate and consensually beneficial relationship with her adult son. When trying to help his mother out of her deep depression to reclaim her life and continue to carry on, there's nothing wrong with a son having an intimate, sexual, and consensual relationship with his mother.

After dancing the night away, and after splitting a bottle of wine, as if it was a continuation of their dance, having sex was a naturally progression of their beautiful evening and the beginning of their secret, love affair. With Dolly Parton's I will Always Love You playing in the background, no mother could sexually resist her son. The right time and the right place, no son could sexually resist his mother. Not planned of anticipate, it just happened.

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Best Friend, Best Lover, My Mother

Tommy always enjoyed a close relationship with his mother, closer than most sons. After his father left, feeling her pain, he doted on her. He did anything and everything he could to ease her misery and heel her broken heart. Depressed and taking to her bed, he did the cooking, the cleaning, the shopping, the errands, and the laundry.

With him looking older and her looking younger, and with him so lovingly kind to her, people who didn't know them mistook them for boyfriend and girlfriend or husband and wife. Maureen was not only her son's best friend but also, she was his secret lover. Tommy was not only his mother's best friend but also, he was her forbidden passion.

Tommy always loved his mother, of course, but he was never sexually attracted to her until after his Dad left her for another woman, a much younger woman, a woman half his age. The ultimate betrayal, she could compete with another woman but not with a woman so young, so beautiful, and so sexy. Coming from out of nowhere and totally unexpected, devastated, she was beyond being sad.

She was inconsolable. She needed professional help. She needed antidepressants. Barring psychotherapy and/or mind and mood-altering drugs, she needed a new man in her life. She needed sex, lots of hot and heavy sex with a young lover who had a big and hard cock.

Not yet thinking about giving his mother what she really needed and wanted, he wished she'd seek professional help to talk to someone, but she wouldn't. He wished she'd allow a doctor to prescribe a mild form of antidepressant to remove her depression from her mind and improve her mood, but she wouldn't do that either. Then, something unplanned and unanticipated that did her the most good, something sexually happened between them when she was feeling so unhappy, lonely, and vulnerable.

Maureen was never sexually attracted to her son until one day when she was feeling so isolated and deserted and he was there, ready, willing, waiting, and available. More than just a sexual thing, they came together at a time when they both needed one another not only physically but also emotionally. Instead of coming together for just sex, nasty, forbidden, and incestuous sex, they came together with love, a mother's love for her son and a son's love for his mother.

With his mother left broken and vulnerably defenseless, something happened between them one night. Something happened that they were unable to stop. As if meant to be, a spark ignited that lit a romantic blaze. Their incestuous fire burned brightly for nearly two-years until Tommy met the love of his life and married her and she met the man who would be her second husband and married him. Good while it lasted, he helped his mother work her way through her divorce and she helped him feel needed, trusted, and loved.

Knowing that she had to let him go, especially if she wanted grandchildren, Maureen allowed Tommy to live a normal life. Yet, even though they both knew what they had wasn't normal, they knew what they had was beautiful instead of perversely sexual. Still, it was better to leave that life in the past where it belonged and eventually die a forgotten death.

# # #

After her cheating husband left her for that whore and after she discovered that he had been sleeping with her friends, to say that Maureen was sadly depressed was a gross understatement. Embarrassed, humiliated, and angry, fearing that she'd see someone that she didn't want to see, she no longer left her house. Not wanting to bother with anyone, leaving it turned off and allowing her calls to go to voicemail, she no longer answered her cellphone.

Not knowing what to do to help her, Tommy hated hearing her crying in her room. Always so well put together and looking as beautiful as she looked sexy, it bothered him that she no longer took pride in her appearance. No longer wearing makeup, she didn't spend time on her hair. Totally unlike her, sleeping longer than she ever did before, she'd go days without taking a shower and/or washing her hair. She'd go days without eating or eating very little, just enough to barely keep her alive. Obviously, she was depressed.

He needed to do something to help her. Not allowing her to give up on herself, he took it upon himself to make her feel better, and to make her want to go on with her life. Only, what started out with good intentions ended up with mother and son having sex, incestuous and forbidden sex. Usually a formula for disaster but, fortunately, not in this case. With them both looking for love and happiness, better than any therapy and/or antidepressants, a depressed mother had sex with her loving son and a horny son had sex with his vulnerable mother.

With Tommy so horny and her so lonely, it was inevitable that they'd sexually comfort one another in the way that a mother should never sexually comfort her son and a son should never have sex with his mother. With her so defenseless and him so sexually persuasive, it was unavoidable that a mother would surrender herself to her son and a son would have sex with his mother. Then, one fateful, romantic night, unplanned and unanticipated, it just happened. Tommy had incestuous sex with his mother and Maureen had forbidden sex with her son.

Yet, tragically, what began innocently and with honorable intentions turned him into a motherfucking whoremonger and his mother into an incestuous, cocksucking whore. Not realizing what they were doing, until it was too late, and with them unable to stop it if they wanted to stop it, it all started with just a kiss, a long, wet, passionate kiss. Not realizing the stigma and the long-term ramifications of their forbidden, sexual actions, honestly, even if they did, they wouldn't have cared.

Feeling guilty at the time, with her having forbidden sex with her son and him having incestuous sex with his mother, years later, with him there for her and saving her from herself, they no longer felt guilty now. While going through her pain and misery, she could have easily succumbed to drugs, to alcohol, and even to suicide. By protecting his mother from herself, Tommy made sure that didn't happen. Her way of thanking him for helping her, eventually, she gave him sex.

Without doubt, his mother wouldn't have survived had her son not been there for her. If all they did was to have incestuous sex, then, who cares? A mother having sex with her adult son and an adult son having consensual sex with his mother wasn't so bad. It was just sex, albeit incestuous sex. Now, looking back, fortunate to have one another, they're glad that they came together at a time when they both needed one another.

Oddly, enough, even though neither pondered the thought of having incestuous sex, the wrong thing to do, yet, they somehow knew that having a sexual relationship was the right thing to do. At the time, giving his mother love, attention, affection, erotic pleasure, and sexual orgasms, was the only thing that would get her to leave the house. Even though Tommy liked to believe that he was having sex with his mother for her sake, he was having sex with her for his sake, too. Obviously, he wanted to have incestuous sex with her as much as she wanted to have forbidden sex with him.

# # #

"Mom, you need to get out of the house. Other than to go food shopping late at night, you haven't left the house in weeks," he said. The wrong thing to ask, yet curious to know why she wasn't seeing her friends and/or returning their calls, he asked her about her friends. "What happened to all of your friends? They never come by and they don't call anymore. Then, when they do finally call, you don't return their calls."

She made a sour face as if just the thought of them made her sick to her stomach. With her having no one else to talk to, she confessed her hurt and her pain to her only confident, her son. Confessing the cad that his father is, she finally told him what he needed to know.

"Poisoning the well by turning them against me, your father had sex with all of my friends, or should I say that all of my so-called friends had sex with him. After he finally confessed his sordid, sexual affairs, suspecting that he was cheating on me with them, making sure that he wasn't lying, I confronted them all," she said. "After they admitted to me that they all had been his lovers at one time or another, they're all dead to me now."

Now Tommy understood why his mother didn't leave the house. No doubt, fearing that she'd run into one of her ex-friends, she may be tempted to run them over with her car. His father was such an asshole. How could he do that to her, supposedly the woman that he once loved? With her the prettiest of her friends and having the sexiest body, how could he cheat on her with any of them? Bad enough that he left her for a woman more than half her age but, the ultimate betrayal, he cheated on her with her friends, too.

"Good riddance, Mom. I'm glad he's gone. Obviously, he never loved you," said Tommy pausing while imagining his mother naked and making love to her. "I love you, Mom," he said taking her in his arms to hug her. Wishing he could kiss her lips, he gave her a kiss on her forehead, instead.

Something that he was tempted to do but something that he would never do, especially now with her so distraught and distrustful of men, he was tempted to kiss his mother. He was tempted to part her lips with his tongue and French kiss her. Still holding her and hugging her, with her feeling so good in his arms, he was tempted to reach his horny hands down behind her to feel her shapely ass through her skirt with his horny hands. While imagining kissing her, he was tempted to feel her big breasts and finger her nipples through her clothes.

With his mother better, prettier, sexier, and shapelier than any women he knew, Tommy didn't understand why his father would cheat on her with other women. How could he? Why would he? He didn't understand why her friends would betray her by having sex with her husband. How could they? Why would they? He was such a dirty bastard and they were all such cocksucking whores.

The revelation was something she suspected but didn't know for sure until he threw all of his sexual affairs up in her face when he left her for a woman more than half her age. Devastated, thinking that he was in love with her and happy being married to her, not only did she lose her husband but also, she lost her friends, too. Feeling as if everyone had betrayed her, except for her doting son, she felt so alone. Now she knew why some people adopted a dog or a cat and no longer bothered with people.

# # #

"Good riddance to you. I hope you rot in Hell," she said to her ex, best girlfriend before slamming down the receiver.

A hot-tempered Scorpio, knowing that she'd never forgive her husband and/or her friends, but she needed to go on with her life, make new friends, and hopefully meet another man. Instead of dwelling on the past, something that she couldn't change, she needed to continue to live the rest of her life for her to forget. Just as she couldn't remain hidden in her house forever, she couldn't rely on her son for sex. Obviously, with sex an important part of the equation of a healthy woman living a normal and happy life, she needed sex.

He imagined his mother turning into a recluse. No longer taking care of her hair, he imagined her unkept fingernails growing longer than her hands. In the way of Howard Hughes, he imagined her wearing empty, Kleenex boxes for slippers and wearing the same clothes every day. In the way of Charles Dicken's character, Miss Havisham, in Great Expectations, he imagined her growing crazier every day after the loss of her husband and her friends.

Anyone else would have lost their minds and themselves in drugs and/or in alcohol. Fortunately, never liking the taste, she wasn't much of a drinker. Fortunately, again for her, she never took drugs. She didn't even smoke. Finding food comforting, any other woman would have eaten their weight in all the high calorie, junk food and ice cream that they could consume, but she didn't do that either.

Only, before this happened, she was always into diet and exercise and keenly knew the pitfalls of overeating. Instead of her being forced to go out to earn her living, fortunately or unfortunately, she worked from home. Seemingly, with her giving up on love, friendships, relationships, and people, Maureen abandoned the world. As far as she was concerned, as long as she had her computer and the Internet, wanting to see no one nor talk to anyone, she didn't care if she ventured out of her house ever again.

Except for her son, retreating into herself, she didn't want anything to do with anyone anymore. Shutting herself in her house, not even attending church, she only left her house to shop for groceries during off-hours, late at night, when she knew she wouldn't run into anyone. Whenever she could, with him going to the bank and to the Post Office, she sent her son to run all of her other errands. Not talking to anyone and/or seeing anyone, she seemed content to live a solitary life alone with only the company and companionship of her devoted son.

# # #

Hoping to entice her to leave the house, Tommy suggested that they go out to eat at a restaurant far away from their neighborhood, somewhere that no one knew them. Perhaps, an evening out of the house would improve her mood and help her to temporarily forget her hurt, her pain, and her suffering. Besides, he was hoping to get her to eat more than just toast, apples, bananas, nuts, and peanut butter crackers.

Not knowing what else to do, after she discovered that her husband had been cheating on her with her friends, Tommy invited his sad, lonely, and depressed mother to dinner. Perhaps, an evening of music and dancing would start her on her road of recovery. Even if only for one evening, he was intent on giving his mother a good time. While wining, dining, and dancing with her, he hoped that she'd attract the attention of some admiring man. With him there acting as her escort, he hoped that she'd meet someone.

"There's a new restaurant that opened a few towns over that I've been dying to try. I made dinner reservations for tonight. Go take a shower and I'll get ready to go," said Tommy.

Enticing her to clean herself up, to fix her hair, and put on some makeup, he wanted his old mother back. Instead of seeing her looking like a bag lady, he missed seeing his MILF of a mother. Obviously, with her having anxiety issues, she made another sour face as if she was going to be ill by the thought leaving the house. Instead of being so sad all of the time, he needed to help her to regain her confidence, her good mood, and her sense of humor.

"I can't go. I don't have anything to wear," said Maureen even though she had three closets full of unworn clothes and shoes, some still with tags hanging from them.

Expecting her to use that as an excuse not to go to dinner and dancing with him, he handed her a box.

"You do now. I bought you this to wear," he said.

She made a disapproving face and looked at him with skepticism.

"You did?" Well aware that her favorite color was blue, she opened the box and removed a navy-blue skirt and a powder, blue blouse. She held the skirt up to herself and examined the blouse more closely. Immediately, she made another face. "I can't wear these," she said looking up at him with disdain.

He looked at the skirt and blouse that she held in her hand. Granted, not a matronly outfit that she'd usually wear, the outfit was hot and sexy. He liked it and didn't understand why she didn't and wouldn't wear it. Especially after she showered, fixed her hair, and put on some makeup, she'd look hot and sexy wearing what he had chosen for her to wear.

"Why not? Don't you like the color? I thought blue was your favorite color."

Holding the blouse in one hand and the skirt in her other hand, she held up the outfit to her.

"I love the color. Blue is my favorite color," she said putting her hand behind the blouse to see her fingers. "The blouse is too sheer and too low-cut," she said putting her hand behind the blouse to see her fingers. "And the skirt is too short," she said holding the skirt up to her waist. "I'd look like a twenty-something-year-old, single woman instead of a forty-something-year-old, divorced woman with a twenty-something-year-old son," she said with a sad laugh.

He laughed, too.

"That's why I chose this outfit for you to wear. You need to show off your sexy figure and your long, shapely legs. It's time that you dressed more your age than a middle-age woman," said Tommy. "You act more like a fifty-something-year-old woman when you look more like a thirty-something-year-old woman."

She laughed again.

"Thank you, but I am a middle-age woman," she said bringing him back to reality. "Sadly, I'm closer to fifty than I'm closer to thirty."

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Now, it was his turn to make a sour face.

"Mom, forty-five is hardly middle-age. All the hot, sexy, celebrity women are all in their forties and some are even much older than that and are much older than you," he said. "Forty is the new thirty."

She laughed.

"Name one hot and sexy, celebrity woman in her forties," she said seeming confident that he couldn't name even one hot and sexy, celebrity woman in her forties.

"Sofia Vergara, Cameron Diaz, and Jenny McCarthy are all forty-seven-years-old," he said counting them off with his fingers. "Halle Berry is fifty-three, Catherine Zeta-Jones if fifty, Jennifer Lopez is fifty, Kate Beckinsale is forty-six, Naomi Watts is fifty-one, Salma Hayek is fifty-three, and Elle Macpherson is fifty-six," he said.

She laughed again.

"Okay, okay, I get it. You made your point," she said with a laugh.

Not done naming hot and sexy, celebrity women over forty-years-old, he continued his list.

"Elizabeth Hurley, Eva Longoria, Jennifer Connelly, Jennifer Aniston, Diane Lane, Sharon Stone, Christie Brinkley, Michelle Pfeiffer, and Jane Fonda are all much older than you. They all still look as hot as they look sexy," he said with a pause as if he was pondering having sex with them. "I'd do any one of them or all of them," he said with a dirty laugh.

Gratified that he made his mother laugh, she laughed, too.

"If I had their money for plastic surgery, Botox, skin treatments, massages, personal trainers, hair stylists, makeup artists, and designer clothes, I'd look younger too," she said with a laugh of reality.

She looked at the outfit that he bought her to wear with disapproval again while he looked at the outfit with sexual excitement. Having an ulterior motive, he hoped that she may meet a man when wearing something as flattering and as sexy as this outfit. Definitely, her meeting a man would take her mind off of her cheating husband and help her to forget the betrayals of her friends. The best way for her to forget about her bastard of a husband and her disloyal friends was to have an intimate, sexual relationship with someone.

"At least try it on."

She hugged her son and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you for the outfit. That was very thoughtful of you. I'm going to get cleaned up first. Then, I try on your outfit. I won't promise you that I'll wear it but I will try it on and show you how it looks. Thank you," she said again.

# # #

She disappeared in the shower.

An hour later, she emerged from her bedroom with her hair and makeup done. More importantly, she was wearing his outfit. Admittedly, the skirt showed more of her shapely legs than she usually showed. The blouse showed more, sexy cleavage than she was comfortable showing, as well as the entire outline of her big brassiere. No doubt, his modestly shy mother would be wearing a jacket over her blouse.

Yet, nonetheless, her protests, she looked hot. She looked sexy. She definitely looked more like a thirty-something-year-old woman than a forty-something-year-old woman. Having missed his mother, it was nice having his MILF of a mother back again. Ready to back off and allow his mother to meet someone new, hopefully, some nice man will ask his mother to dance.

"Mom, you look so pretty. You look so hot. You look so sexy." As if having second thoughts, he paused as if rethinking what he was about to say but he blurted it out anyway. "If you weren't my mother, I'd hit on you," he said with an uncomfortable laugh while imagining making out with his mother.

Not stopping there, he imagined touching her breasts, feeling her big tits, and fingering her nipples through her blouse and bra while kissing her, French kissing her. Nothing more than his sexual fantasy, he imagined reaching his horny hand beneath her short skirt to finger her pussy through her panties. Alas, if only he could, he would, he imagined stripping his mother naked and having incestuous sex with her. Only, nothing more than a pipedream without doubt, he'd be masturbating over his sexy scenario of having sex with his MILF of a mother later.

Yet, sex with his mother was something that would never happen unless he was abandoned on a deserted island, on a cruise ship quarantined with the Coronavirus, God forbid, or trapped together in a cabin after an avalanche. Realistically, no matter where they were trapped and/or confined, forget about them having sex, she'd never even make out with him. She'd never allow him to touch and feel her in a sexual way. Unless he drugged her, she'd never allow him to strip her naked. Unless he forced his mother, which he never would, she'd never have sex with him.

Nonetheless, wanting to get her in the mood to go dancing, he grabbed her around the waist and twirled her around the living room. Something he had never done; he had never danced with his mother. Yet, now that he was holding her, with the firm, yet, soft feel of her body, and the intoxicating smell of her perfume, as if she belonged there, she felt so good in his arms.

Again, as if he suddenly had a fever, tempted to force his tongue in her mouth, he had this overwhelming urge to French kiss his mother. As if she was his woman instead of his mother, he was tempted to reach his horny hand down the back of her short skirt to cup her round and firm ass. He wished he had the inappropriate brashness to lift the back of his mother's short skirt and feel her shapely ass through her panties. He wished his mother was as sexually attracted to him as he was sexually attracted to her.

Not nearly done with the thoughts of having his sexual way with his MILF of a mother's hot body, instead of going to dinner and dancing, he wished he could have sex with her. While wondering what her reaction would be, he was tempted to raise his hand in front of her and in between them to touch and feel his mother's big breasts through her blouse and bra. Maybe, she wouldn't take him seriously and would laugh. Maybe, she'd push him away and slap him across his face.

Yet, unable to stop staring at them, whenever she was looking the other way, he loved his mother's big tits. He wondered what she looked like topless. He wondered what she looked like naked. At the very least, he'd love nothing more than to finger her erect her nipples while touching and feeling her big tits through her clothes. He'd love nothing more than to remove her blouse and her bra. He'd love to see, feel, fondle, and suck his mother's naked tits.

When he reluctantly let go of her, she fell back on the couch laughing and fanning herself with her hand. He sat across from her in his chair while staring at his beautiful and sexy mother. With the hem of her skirt askew, her short skirt was raised high enough up in front that he had a clear and continual, up-skirt view of his mother's bright, white panties.

An unexpected, sexually surprise, he couldn't believe that he was seeing his mother's panties. Wishing that he had the bold, courage to do so, he'd love to finger his mother's pussy through her panties. He'd love to fall to his knees between his mother's legs and lick his mother's pussy through her panties. He'd love to make love to his MILF of a mother before fucking her. Alas, if only she sexually wanted him as much as he incestuously wanted her, forget about finding her another man, he could make her so very happy.

Continuing to stare at her panties whenever she wasn't looking, with her panties sheer enough, he could see a patch of his mother's red, trimmed, pubic hair. Her skirt was short enough and her knees were parted open enough that she continued giving him an unintentional and uninterrupted, up-skirt view of her panties, her pussy mound, and her camel toe. Setting the stage for what would happen later, she had made him so horny. He'd love nothing more than to finger his mother's pussy while licking her pussy before fucking her cunt. He'd love nothing more than to have incestuous sex with his mother.

# # #

Once home after an evening of wining, dining, and dancing, while parked in their tree covered, privately concealed, darkened driveway, this was the moment that he would normally take his date in his arms and kiss her. Only, this wasn't just any date and she wasn't just any woman. She was his mother. Tommy was out on a date with his MILF of a mother, Maureen. Even though it felt so right, giving his mother a goodnight kiss would be so wrong.

With his feeling of foreboding overwhelming him, he suddenly felt guilty for wanting to kiss his mother. Truthfully, he wanted to do more than just kiss her. As if she was his date instead of his mother, he wanted to French kiss her while feeling her through her clothes. He wanted to undress her and have incestuous sex with her.

Something that he'd do with any other woman, he'd love nothing more than to feel her big breast through her blouse and her bra while kissing her. Again, something that he'd do with any other woman, he'd love to slide his hand up her shapely thigh and explore his mother's panty clad pussy while kissing her. Only, she wasn't any other woman. She was his mother.

Nonetheless, he felt so guilty wanting to kiss his mother. How dare he want to have sex with his mother? He felt like such a pervert wanting to touch her and feel her through her clothes while kissing her. Yet, how could something so wrong feel so right? If he didn't make his move right now and try to kiss her, he'd regret his missed, sexual opportunity later. Yet, even though he knew that she may allow him to kiss her, she'd never return his kiss with her kiss nor would she allow him to feel her through her clothes.

Yet, worth the risk of taking the chance, in the way that she was looking up at him after having shared a bottle of wine, it was now or never. This was the moment that he had been waiting and hoping to have when alone with her. This was the moment that he'd remember and masturbate over for the rest of his life or this was the moment that he'd regret forever for not trying to kiss his mother. Yet, if he didn't try and kiss her, he'd kick himself for at least not trying.

Actually, what did he have to lose? Either she'd allow him to kiss her or she wouldn't. Either she'd allow him to touch her and feel her through her clothes while kissing her or she wouldn't. If nothing else while hoping that something may eventually come of it, he'd love to show his mother how he truly felt about her. In case she was sexually attracted to him, he wanted her to know that he was sexually attracted to her.

Perhaps, in the way that she was looking at him, as if she was a sexually aroused, teenaged girl instead of a mature woman, she seemed as if she wanted and was expecting to be kissed. In the way that she was looking at him, maybe she wanted him to make a move. Maybe she wanted to make out with her. Maybe she wanted him to touch her and feel her through her clothes while kissing her. Maybe, especially with her having a couple glasses of wine, she was as sexually attracted to him as he was sexually attracted to her.

'With her so lonely and me so horny, maybe this is my chance,' he thought. 'A one-time thing, maybe my mother will give me sex. At the very least, maybe she'll allow me to have my wicked, sexual way with her naked tits. I'd love nothing more than to feel, fondle, and suck her big tits,' he thought.

# # #

Adding to the romantic moment, it was an evening unlike any other. As if arranged on a movie set, the moonlight from a full moon peeked through their car windows while the radio softly played their favorite song, 'I Will Always Love You.' Written by Dolly Parton, the song was written for her then lover, Porter Wagoner. The song was made famous by Whitney Houston in the movie, The Bodyguard, with Kevin Costner, in 1992.

Setting the romantic mood, between the song, the wine, and the moonlight, it was the perfect song at the right moment. A sign showing their love for one another and their subsequent sexual attraction, it was the right song at the right time for a mother and son to proclaim their forever, forbidden love. As if she was kissing Kevin Costner, she was swooning while singing along with the song with her eyes closed and he was sexually excited being in such close contact to his MILF of a mother.

Controlling himself from not leering over her before, for the first time tonight, he stared at the side of his mother's blouse and bra clad breast with an abnormal, sexual attraction. A big breast lover, Tommy loved tits, especially big tits and his mother had very big tits. He stared at his mother's big breasts with sexual lust and incestuous desire. He had stared at her big breasts lots of times but this time was different. This time, taking a chance, he was daring himself to touch and feel her big breast while kissing her.

With her short skirt raised to the middle of her shapely thighs and her bare knees parted, he wished he had a camera in his car positioned in between her legs. Suddenly becoming horny, he stared at his mother's sexy legs while imagining seeing her panties. Having imagined this sexual scenario plenty of times before while masturbating himself, he imagined his mother naked while having sex with her. He imagined seeing her naked breasts, her naked ass, and her naked pussy.

Making himself horny with incestuous desire for his mother, he wondered what she looked like in her panties and bra. He wondered what she looked like topless. Unable to control his sexual thoughts for her, again, he wondered what she looked like naked. He wondered what it would feel like kissing her while touching and feeling her through her clothes. He wondered what it would feel like to have sex with her.

With magic in the moonlight on such a romantic evening, as if they both wanted this and felt this, before climbing out of the car, when she opened her big, blue eyes and looked at him, he leaned into her. Then, when she leaned into him, the right thing to do at the right time, he kissed her. He kissed his mother. As if in a dreaming, he couldn't believe that he was kissing his mother. His kiss suddenly felt electrified. Sending chills down his spine and goosebumps all over his arms, Tommy kissed his mother and his mother returned his kiss with her kiss.

'Oh, my God,' he thought. 'I just kissed my mother. I can't believe that I just kissed my mother. Even more unbelievable than kissing her, she returned my kiss with her kiss. My mother kissed me. I can't believe my mother kissed me.'

Not feeling weird or perverted about kissing her, a naturally, normal thing to do at the time, it was just a kiss and nothing more than a loving show of deep affection between a mother and her son. At first, it was a polite, exploratory kiss, albeit more than peck on their lips. Then, when the alcohol from the bottle of wine they shared encouraged more than just an innocent mother and son kiss, they kissed longer. Suddenly, feeling a twinge, of incestuous, sexual desire and forbidden lust, Tommy felt his growing erection throb, pulsate, and push against his pants.

An unexpected reaction to kissing his mother, while knowing that it was wrong albeit the right opportunity to take at a time like this, as if testing the incestuous waters, he parted his mother's lips with his tongue. Something he imagined doing while masturbating himself, Tommy French kissed his mother. Lost in the moment, suddenly feeling incestuous, sexual passion for her, he couldn't believe that he was French kissing his mother. He couldn't believe that he was exploring her opened mouth with his tongue.

Yet, even more unbelievable than giving his mother a long, wet kiss, with her not rejecting his tongue with her tongue, Maureen accepted her son's tongue in her mouth. Not turning away nor stopping him, scandalously, instead of ending the lunacy there, she returned his French kiss with her French kiss. Clearly, with them both on the same sexual page, she wanted to French kiss her son as much as he wanted to French kiss his mother.

Unashamed and unembarrassed, sexually excited instead, her kisses blanked his mind. No longer thinking of her as his mother, when kissing her, he thought of her as he would any other sexually, desirable woman. As if they were boyfriend and girlfriend, lovers, or husband and wife, French kissing one another, Tommy continued making out with his MILF of a mother. Returning his French kisses with her long, wet kisses, Maureen continued making out with her son. Kissing and kissing one another, he couldn't believe that he was making out with his mother and his mother was making out with him.

Something unplanned and unanticipated when inviting his mother out to dinner and dancing to ease her pain and improve her mood, as if it was meant to be, not expecting to kiss her, it just unexpectedly happened. For sure, in the way that he was romantically thinking about his mother, she wasn't hatefully thinking about her cheating husband and/or the betrayals of her disloyal friends. Now, in the way that he was sexually thinking about her as his incestuous lover, clearly, judging her by her long, wet kisses, she was sexually thinking about him as her forbidden lover, too.

'I can't believe I'm kissing my mother,' he thought with impassioned, sexual excitement while continuing to kiss her. 'I can't believe I'm French kissing her. I can't believe she's returning my French kisses with her long, wet kisses. I can't believe I'm making out with my mother and she's making out with me.'

# # #

Hoping she'd allow him, wanting to take the next sexually, forbidden step, he wanted to touch and feel her through her clothes. He wanted to touch, feel, and fondle her breasts through her blouse and bra. Not stopping with just kissing her, French kissing her, when she continued kissing him, waiting for the right moment, he continued kissing her while biding his time.

Difficult to assimilate all that happened in such a short amount of time, mother and son were making out with one another. He couldn't believe that she was allowing him to make out her and that she was willingly making out with him. With him horny and her lonely, she consensually continued to return his French kisses with her deep, wet kisses. Something he'd never forget; he'd be masturbating over this night for the rest of his life.

'My mother not only kissed me but also, she French kissed me. Wow,' he thought.

Then, while continuing to make out with her, as if expecting to feel electrified, barbed wire, he ever so slowly moved his horny hand down from her slim and shapely shoulder. As if deftly feeling for an explosive device in a minefield, while continuing to French kiss her, he felt the side of his mother's, big, D cup breast through her blouse and bra. Obviously Irish with her beautiful, long, lush, thick, red hair and her freckles, she had the huge breasts of an Irish milkmaid.

'I can't believe I'm touching my mother's tit. I can't believe she's allowing me to touch her big breast,' he thought.

The first time touching his mother in such a sexually inappropriate way, when she didn't scold him and/or brush his hand away, he placed his entire hand on her blouse and bra clad breast. He was feeling his mother's big tit. He couldn't believe that he was feeling her big tit and that she was allowing him to feel her big tit. Cupping her breast while squeezing her breast and fondling her bra and blouse clad breast, he continued feeling his mother's blouse and bra clad breast while kissing her.

'Her big tit takes up my entire hand. Her breast feels so soft and yet so firm,' he thought. 'Some of the women my age that I dated wished they had my mother's big and firm tits. Hoping that she allows me to do more than just making out with her and feeling her breast through her clothes, I can't wait to see my mother's naked breasts. I can't wait to feel, fondle, and suck her big, naked tits.'

Suddenly, caught up in a dream or a sexual fantasy, coming to his senses, he realized what he was doing. As if frozen in place or as if paralyzed, once his hand cupped and felt her breast, he didn't move his hand. Instead, waiting for her to stop him, while hoping she didn't, he expected her to break off their kiss and slap his hand away. He expected her to be angry, to rush inside the house, and not talk to him until the next morning when telling him that what he did by French kissing her and feeling her breast was reprehensibly wrong.

Then, when she didn't do any of those things, he continued gently squeezing her breast, his mother's breast, through her blouse and bra. After not discouraging him by stopping him, instead, as if daring him and emboldening him to do more, he slowly and stealthily moved his hand to her other breast and felt that breast, too. If it wasn't enough that he was making out with his mother, he couldn't believe that he was feeling her blouse and bra clad breasts.

'My mother has such big tits. I love her big tits. I can't believe that I'm feeling her breasts through her clothes. I can't believe I'm feeling my mother's big tits. I can't believe she's allowing me to grope her breasts through her clothes while continuing to French kiss me,' he thought.

He continued French kissing his mother while feeling her big breasts through her sheer blouse and sexy, low-cut bra. She continued returning his French kisses with her deep, wet kisses while allowing him to feel her breast through her clothes. A night he'd never forget and will always remember, he wanted this evening to continue forever.

'This is unbelievable,' he thought. 'This is surreal. I'm feeling my mother's big tits through her blouse and bra while French kissing her. Until this moment, I never realized how much I was as sexually attracted to my mother as I obviously now am.'

With her not stopping him, rejecting him, admonishing him, nor pulling away, with his mother's playground officially open, he continued kissing her while feeling her big breasts through her clothes. With them right there, hard not to touch them, feel them, and squeeze them, she had such big tits. Always wondering what her naked breasts felt like and looked like, he couldn't count how many times he masturbated over imagining seeing his mother in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked.

'She's so beautiful. She so sexy. I love my mother,' he thought and wanted to say. 'I love her big tits.'

Perhaps, she was too tipsy from the wine to realize that he was feeling her breasts through her clothes. He didn't want to ruin their moment of incestuous, sexual passion by verbalizing what he was doing when feeling her breasts. Afraid of ruining their mother and son moment by verbalizing what he was feeling by bringing love into the equation, he didn't dare tell her that he loved her. Of course, he loved her. Just as he knew that she loved him, she knew that he loved her, too.

Yet, the love that he felt for his mother was something new, something fresh, something different, and something forbidden. The love that he suddenly felt for his mother was the love that he'd ordinarily feel for a woman who wasn't his mother. Instead of saying anything, he continued making out with her while feeling breasts her through her clothes.

# # #

Going for broke by taking such a risky chance, he moved his hand down and rested it on her bare knee. No doubt, she knew what he was about to do and he waited for her to stop him. Clearly, with her having been down this road before with other men, she knew what his next move would be. Obviously, his mother knew what he wanted. He paused while waiting for her to admonish him and reject him. Then, when she didn't do either of those things, he continued his sexual seduction of his mother.

As if he was a blindman in the dark looking to touch something warm, wet, and familiar, he slowly and stealthily moved his hand higher along her shapely, naked thigh. Not wanting to startle her into knowing what he was doing and what he was about to do, taking his time to sexually seduce his mother, he moved his hand higher and moved his fingers slow enough to defuse a bomb. His fingertips were mere inches away from his mother's panty clad pussy.

Again, expecting her to stop him and put an end to this madness, while ready to remove his hand or move his hand higher, he stopped with his fingertips poised beneath the hem of her short skirt. As if he was a pickpocket or a jewel thief, with his sexual prize her panty clad pussy, nirvana was so close and yet so far away. Again, biding his time while waiting for his mother to swat his hand away from fingering her pussy through her panties, when she didn't remove his hand or forbid him from sexually and inappropriately touching her, he continued inching his fingertips higher.

As if ready to touch something as invaluable as it was sacredly precious, while continuing to make out with his mother, his fingertips felt heaven when they touched his mother's sheer, cotton panties. He paused again while waiting for her to stop him. Then, when she didn't discourage him from touching her where he should never touch his mother, he moved his hand stealthily higher until he cupped her entire pussy in his horny hand through her panties.

'I can't believe I'm cupping my mother's pussy through her panties in my hand. I can't believe she's allowing me to touch her panty clad cunt,' he thought. 'In the way that my father touched her panty clad pussy, now I'm touching my mother's panty clad pussy. This is so surreal. This is unbelievable.'

Once again, expecting her to stop him from fingering her pussy through her panties, something that he'd love to do and imagined doing while masturbating himself, he wondered if she'd allow him to masturbate her. He'd love to masturbate his mother. Maybe, if he masturbated her, she'd masturbate him. Maybe, if he gave her a sexual orgasm with his fingers, she'd allow him to see, touch, feel, fondle, and suck her naked breasts.

'There's nothing more than I'd love to do than to masturbate my mother,' he thought. I'd love to rub her clit while fingerfucking her pussy. I'd love to give her a sexual orgasm with my fingers. I'd love to hear her scream out my name. Tommy, oh, my God, Tommy. Don't stop. Rub my clit harder. Rub my clit faster. Fingerfuck me deeper. Oh, Tommy, I'm cumming. Mommy is cumming,' he imagined her saying.

After she allowed him to French kiss her and returned his French kisses with her long, wet kisses, after allowing him to feel her breasts through her blouse and bra, maybe she'd allow him to masturbate her, too. Hopefully, she'd allow him to rub her clit, fingerfuck her pussy, and masturbate her cunt. As if safecracking the combination to a safe, ready to open Pandora's Box by knocking at his mother's forbidden door, he gently fingered his mother's pussy slit through her panties with his fingertips.

'I can't believe I'm touching my mother's pussy through her panties. I can't believe she allowed me to finger her pussy through her panties. I can't believe I cupped her panty clad pussy in my hand. I can't believe she allowed me to hold her panty clad pussy.

He continued French kissing his mother while fingering her pussy through her panties.

'I can't believe I'm fingering her pussy slit and touching her cunt through her panties,' he thought. 'Even more unbelievable, I can't believe that she's allowing me to finger her pussy though her panties,' he thought.

He continued kissing her and fingering her with one hand while feeling her breasts through her blouse and bra with his other hand. Then, boldly going where no son should ever go with his mother, he applied purposeful pressure to her panty clad pussy with his fingertip. He slowly and gently rubbed her clit through her panties.

Then, when she still didn't stop him, he rubbed her panty clad clit a little harder and a little faster. He was masturbating his mother. He couldn't believe that he was masturbating his mother, albeit through her panties. In the way that he wished she would masturbate him; he couldn't believe that his mother was allowing him to masturbate her.

Taking the chance that she'd allow him to continue masturbating her, while hoping that she would, he gently and stealthily pushed her panties aside with his fingertip. When she still didn't stop him, he played with her red, pubic hair with his finger. He couldn't believe that he was fingering his mother's pubic hair. When she still didn't stop him, he rubbed her naked clit with his fingertip. He took touching her naked pussy without her stopping him as the go ahead sign to continue masturbating her.

'Obviously, she wants me to masturbate her as much as I want to masturbate her,' he thought. 'Still, as if in a dream or in a sexual fantasy, he couldn't believe that he was masturbating his mother.'

She was wet. She was already so wet. His mother's pussy was wet. Something that he had a difficult time wrapping his head around, he had sexually aroused his mother. He couldn't believe his mother was sexually aroused enough to be wet. As sexually excited as she was sexually aroused, he continued rubbing her clit while making out with her, feeling her big tits, and sexually arousing her even more.

As if his sexual fantasy come true, he had sexually aroused his mother. He couldn't believe he had sexually aroused her. As if her pussy playground was open and he was the only player, he fingered her red, trimmed, pubic hair again before inserting a careful finger in his mother's warm, wet pussy. He continued rubbing her clit while fingerfucking her deeper.

Something that he always longed to do; he couldn't believe that he was masturbating his mother. He couldn't believe that she was allowing him to masturbate her. He couldn't believe that she was allowing him to continue feeling her big tits while making out with her. Something that she obviously needed as much as he needed, determined to make her cum, he continued masturbating his mother harder, faster, and deeper.

'Something I never imagined that I'd ever do, I can't believe my mother is allowing me to finger her pussy. I can't believe I'm masturbating my mother,' he thought. 'I can't believe I'm rubbing her clit while fingerfucking her cunt. I can't believe I made her sopping wet. I can't believe that she's as sexually aroused as I'm sexually excited.'

# # #

When not French kissing him, with her clearly becoming even more sexually aroused, she was breathing through her mouth. No doubt, she was close to cumming. With her obviously hot and horny, and with him rubbing her clit faster and harder while fingerfucking her deeper, it didn't take for her to have a sexual orgasm. It didn't take her long to cum. Then, when she stiffened her legs and quietly moved her body in involuntary spasms, he knew that she was having a sexual orgasm.

'I masturbated my mother. I gave her a sexual orgasm. I gave her sexual pleasure with my fingers,' he thought. 'I made my mother cum.'

Now, that he gave his mother sexual pleasure by masturbating her, not to be denied, he wanted her to give him some sexual pleasure, too. Now, that he masturbated her pussy, he wanted to have his wicked, sexual way with her big, naked breasts. He's always wanted to see and feel his mother's naked tits.

'I can't wait to see my mother's naked breasts. I can't wait to touch her breasts, feel her breasts, fondle her breasts, and suck her breasts,' he thought. 'I can't wait to finger, pull, turn, and twist her erect nipples.'

Always curious about her big tits, again, while waiting for and expecting her to stop him, as if there was a drumroll going off in his head, he slowly, carefully, and stealthily unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. Barely able to see anything in the dark, he hardly could make out his mother's long line of sexy cleavage and the top of her low-cut bra. Holding his breath with sexual anticipation, he unbuttoned the next button and looked down to see what he could see of his mother's bra clad breasts before unbuttoning the next button.

Making a bold move, something that a son should never do with his mother, he stuck his hand inside her blouse and felt her breasts through her sheer bra. When he did, he felt her nipples, his mother's nipples, push against the palm of his hand. Either cold or sexually excited, her nipples were erect. While continuing to French kiss her, he continued feeling her breasts through her bra while fingering and pulling her nipples through her big, white brassiere. He unbuttoned the last button of her blouse, pushed her blouse aside, and exposed her bra to his horny eyes.

'I can't believe I'm seeing my mother's bra clad breasts,' he thought. 'As I'm her husband instead of her son, I can't believe that I'm seeing my mother's long line of sexy cleavage.'

With her still not stopping him nor protesting him from continuing to sexually, inappropriately touch her, feel her, and fondle her, after masturbating his mother, he continued feeling his mother's big tits and fingering her erect nipples through her sexy brassiere. Even though he loved feeling her huge breasts through her bra while making out with her, he couldn't wait to see her naked breasts. Then, when he reached around her to unhook her bra, finally, and unexpectedly, game over, she stopped him. As if someone turned on the lights after a late night of drinking, the game was over.

Wishing she hadn't stop him, as if refusing to buy him a toy at the toy store, immediately he was sexually frustrated. Tempted to quickly pull up her bra and expose her naked breasts to his horny eyes and hands, he so wanted to see his mother's naked tits. He wanted to touch them, feel them, fondle them, and grope them while fingering, turning, twisting and pulling her nipples. Now that he masturbated her and she had a sexual orgasm, he wanted to suck his mother's big nipples while she, hopefully, stroked his throbbing and pulsating, erect cock.

# # #

"It's a front snapper," she said surprising him. "My brassiere unsnaps in front," she said. She shocked and sexually excited him when she reached her hands down to the front of her big brassiere and unsnapped all four clasps of her bra for him. "I have a confession to make," she said before unveiling her naked breasts.

He looked at his mother stunned that she had a confession to make.

'Oh, oh,' he thought. 'What confession could she possibly have? Is her confession about her tits?'

He looked at his mother while thinking that she was about to tell him that her breasts aren't real but implants. He looked at his mother while wondering if she was about to tell him that she had a total, double mastectomy and there was nothing but silicone falsies with fake nipples in her bra cups. With her having the breasts of a stripper, that would explain why they're so big.

"What's your confession," he asked with a nervous laugh?

As if she was hiding a dark secret that she was nervous to reveal, she gave him an embarrassed, little smile.

"I specifically wore this front, snapping brassiere with the hopes that we'd go parking after dinner. Yet, I didn't expect that we'd go parking in our driveway," she said with laugh. "Further, I was hoping that you'd kiss me and, while making out with me, that you'd want to feel and see my naked breasts," she said.

# # #

Then, as if she was Noah parting the Red Sea, or as if she was a museum's curator ready to reveal a priceless work of art, Maureen was ready to show her son all that he hoped and wanted. Ever so slowly, as if she was a stripper on stage, his mother parted her bra cups. As if her naked breasts were excited to play, ready to be felt, fondled, sucked, and fingered, as if her big tits were children at recess, they spilled out of her bra cups, first one and then the other.

With no neighbors able to see them at the end of their pitch, black driveway, he turned on the map light. A long time coming, he was sexually excited to finally see his mother's, naked breasts. He couldn't wait to see, touch, and feel his mother's big tits. Remembering this moment forever, he'll be masturbating over seeing his mother's naked breasts for the rest of his life.

The first time seeing them, she had such big tits that he couldn't wait to touch them, feel them, fondle them, grope them, and suck them while pulling, turning, and twisting her erect nipples. Only, as soon as he felt and fondled his mother's naked tits while fingering her nipples, with him in shocked surprise, she stopped him. Never expecting her to sexually touch him in the way that he had been sexually touching her, he felt her hand and fingers feel his throbbing erection through his pants.

'My mother is feeling my cock. I can't believe my mother is feeling my erect prick through my pants,' he thought.

In the way that he was sexually feeling her naked tits, she was sexually feeling his cock through his pants and underwear. In the way that he had fingered her pussy through her panties, she fingered the head of his cock through his pants. Then, astonishing him as much as she sexually excited him by allowing him to masturbate her pussy and now feel her naked breasts, after unsnapping her front snapping bra, she unzipped his pants.

'Zzzzzip!'

As if the sound of his zipper was amplified over a loud speaker, sounding much louder than it actually was, the sound of her unzipping his pants echoed through his brain. In the way that he reached for her pussy slit through her panties, she reached for his cock through his underwear. Wrapping her fingers around his underwear, clad cock, she felt, held, and fondled his erect prick through his briefs. Then, unbuttoning and unbuckling him, he lifted his hips for her to pull down his pants and underwear. She exposed his naked prick to her sexually, aroused, motherly eyes.

'If it's not enough that I masturbated my mother and am now seeing, touching, and feeling her naked breasts, she's staring at my throbbing and pulsating, erect prick,' he thought while more sexually excited than he had ever been. 'I can't believe my mother is staring at my naked prick.'

# # #

Not turning off the map light, in the way that he stared at his mother's naked breasts, she stared at his erect, naked prick. In the way that she used to feel his forehead for a fever, her fingers felt so warm and so soft when she wrapped them around his stiff penis. Never thinking that she'd want to see and feel his naked prick, while staring down at his throbbing and pulsating penis, she fondled the head of his cock with her manicured, fingertips before she slowly stroked him.

'My mother is fondling the head of my cock. I can't believe she's fondling the head of my prick. She's stroking my erect cock. I can't believe she's stroking my dick. In the way that I masturbated her, returning the favor, she's masturbating me,' he thought. 'My mother is masturbating me. I can't believe she's masturbating me.'

Unable to believe his eyes, he stared down at his mother's hand and fingers while she stared up at him. She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. Feeling as if he was already ready to cum, never has he been as sexually excited as he was now. Making him even bigger and harder, she stroked him faster.

"It's been such a long time since I've had a hard cock in my hand," she said continuing to stare down at his prick before looking up at him with a sexually aroused smile. "You have a beautiful penis, Tommy," she said with a dirty laugh. "Your cock is much bigger and much harder than your father's cock." She laughed. "In the way that you love my naked tits, I love your naked prick."

Then, in the way that he unexpectedly kissed her, French kissed her, and then felt her breasts through her clothes, she did something unexpected, too. She leaned her head down to his lap and kissed his cock while licking the head of his stiff prick. Then, staring up at him with her big, blue eyes while smiling, she leaned her head down again to take him in her mouth.

'Oh, my God. I can't believe this. My mother has my prick in her mouth. I can't believe she has my dick in her mouth. She's blowing me. My mother is blowing me. I can't believe my beautiful MILF of a mother is sucking my cock,' he thought.

# # #

"Cum Tommy. Cum. Cum in Mommy's mouth," she said temporarily removing his cock from her mouth to speak.

She continued sucking him while he fondled her naked breasts and pulled, turned, and twisted her erect nipples.

"Cum Tommy. Cum. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste your cum. I want to swallow your cum," she said removing his cock from her mouth again to speak.

She stroked him harder and faster while sucking him deeper. His mother was giving him the best blowjob of his life. Never thinking that she ever gave a blowjob, he never knew that his mother was such a great cocksucker. She removed his prick from her mouth to speak again.

"It's been such a long time since I've given a blowjob, and it's not much of a blowjob unless you cum in my mouth and I swallow your cum," she said giving him a sexy smile and a naughty look.

She continued stroking him while sucking him. Stroking him faster while stroking him harder, she was determined for him to cum in her mouth. He continued feeling and fondling his mother's naked breasts while fingering her erect nipples. In the way that it didn't take his mother long to cum when he masturbated her, it didn't take him long to cum in his mother's mouth with her blowing him.

"Mom. Mom! Oh, Mom," said Tommy. He put a gentle hand to the back of his mother's red, pretty head while humping her mouth. "I'm cumming. Oh, my God, Mom, I'm cumming," he said ejaculating a huge load of his warm, oozy cum in his mother's mouth.

After swallowing her son's cum, she sucked him dry and licked him clean.

# # #

Still reeling from making out with his mother while feeling her breasts through her clothes, Tommy couldn't believe he masturbated her. He couldn't believe that she allowed him to have his wicked, sexual way with her naked breasts. He couldn't believe that she fondled his prick, stroked his cock, and sucked his dick. He couldn't believe that he ejaculated his cum in his mother's mouth and she swallowed his cum.

Once inside the house, he quickly showered after his mother showered. With her already in bed, her bedroom light was off. Between the wine and all of the sexual activity, obviously she was tired. Clearly, she wanted to go to sleep.

Yet, hoping she didn't, maybe she had second thoughts of all that happened. Maybe she was feeling guilty with having incestuous sex with her son. Even though they both knew what they did was wrong, he needed to reassure her that they had made the right decision in having incestuous sex. Clearly, with them ready and begging for it, they both needed that kind of loving, sexual affection.

Not wanting her to be embarrassed and not allowing her to take the shame of having sex with her son on her shoulders, he entered his mother's bedroom wearing only a towel. Ready to finally be rejected and ejected from her bedroom, he wouldn't be able to sleep if he didn't try. Now or never, he turned her doorknob and turned on her bedroom light.

"Mom? Are you still awake?"

She turned on her bedroom light on her nightstand.

"What is Tommy? What's the matter? Is there something wrong?"

He looked at her with sadness.

"Yes," he said. "There is something wrong."

She sat up in bed, moved over to make room for him, and patted her side of the bed for him to sit. Before climbing in bed with her, he deliberately allowed his towel to fall to his feet. He was naked. He wanted his mother to see him naked. He wanted her to see his naked, erect prick in the full, bright light of her bedroom.

What she obviously couldn't see in the darkened driveway before, she was clearly seeing now in her brightly lit bedroom. He stood for a long minute beside his mother's bed to make sure that she got a good, long look at his naked prick. As if sexually teasing her, he took his cock in his hand while slowly stroking himself.

"Oh, my, Tommy. You're naked," she said as if she didn't know and as if this was the first time seeing his erect prick.

He stared down at his cock before staring up at his mother.

"We're not done, Mom," he said. "I'm not finished with you."

She looked at him with confusion.

"Not done? Not finished? What do you mean, Tommy? What more can we possibly do that we haven't already done," she asked with the innocence of a mother with her perverted son?

# # #

He climbed in her bed beside his mother.

"We need to make love and then, we need to fuck. I need to fuck you, Mother. I need to cum in your pussy. With you making love and fucking a cheating man throughout all of your marriage, I want you to make love and fuck a real man now," he said while looking at her with lustful love and horniness. "I want you to make love and fuck someone who loves you. I want you to make love and fuck your son."

Again, in the way that she didn't reject him before, she didn't reject him now. She sat higher up in bed to remove her nightgown. Then, she pushed down the blanket and sheet for him to see her naked body.

Tommy stared at his mother's big, naked breasts. He stared at her pink nipples and her symmetrical areolas. As if she had a fire burning inside of her, he stared at his mother's bright, red, trimmed pussy.

She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. His mother was such a MILF. If he judged her age by her shapely body, he'd think that she was thirty-five-years-old instead of forty-five-years-old.

Making out with her again, French kissing her while feeling her naked breasts, fingering her erect nipples, and rubbing her clit while fingerfucking her pussy, she was already plenty wet. Something he always imagined doing while masturbating himself, he mounted his mother. Immediately, she reached down for his erect prick and moved it to her pussy.

While continuing to kiss one another, he slowly humped her and she slowly humped him. Then, returning his harder and faster humps with her harder and faster humps, no longer making love, they were fucking. He was fucking his mother and she was fucking her son.

"Oh, my God, Mom. I love you. I love you, Mom," said Tommy breathlessly.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his back.

"I love you, too, Tommy," she said. Then, she whispered something in his ear that not only sexually excited him but also that made him happy. "Now that we broke the ice with us not turning back, never turning back, I want to suck you every morning and fuck you every night.

Every day for the next two-years, until Tommy found his future wife and the mother of his future children, and until Maureen finally found her new man, she sucked her son every morning and he fucked his mother every night. Now, that they were both happily married, they looked back at their two-year period of forbidden sex with fond memories. Whenever they were alone and horny, he masturbated over the memory of having incestuous sex with his mother and she masturbated over the memory of having forbidden sex with her son.

THE END