Mother and Son playing

Written by , on 2018-08-03, genre incest

As if he was a CFNM stripper, knowing she was nearly standing outside his bedroom door, he started his masturbation show. Ready to deliberately expose himself to his mother in the way she unintentionally exposed herself to him, he wanted his mother to see how big and how hard his prick was for her. As much as he couldn't wait to show her his stiff dick, he couldn't wait for her to see his erect cock. As nervous as he was sexually excited, having gone beyond the point of no return, with her walking closer to his bedroom door, there was no turning back now.

If he wanted to have sex with her before, after seeing his mother naked and masturbating herself, and after watching her having lesbian sex with his sister, he wanted to have sex with her even more now. Stroking himself faster and harder but not wanting to cum just yet, proud of his big dick, he had a hard erection to show his mother. He couldn't wait for her to see his engorged prick. He couldn't wait to see her reaction to seeing his naked prick.

Something he had wanted to do since he turned 18-years-old, and now that he was 22-years-old, he couldn't wait to show his mother his erect prick. Unsure what she'd do when seeing his naked penis and how she'd react to seeing him stroking his naked prick, he wondered if she'd stay to watch him masturbate himself or if she'd leave in disgust and without saying a word. He'd love nothing more than for her to stay in his room and watch him cum.

As if his cock was a Jack-in-the-box with him having a big, hard surprise for his mother, he couldn't wait for her to open his bedroom door. Yet, not only did he want to expose himself to her and not only did he want her to see his prick but also, he wanted her to hear him, catch him, and watch him masturbating over her. Not only did he want her to watch him stroking his prick but also, he wanted her to touch his prick, feel his prick, and stroke his prick. He wanted her to suck his prick and fuck his prick. He wanted to have i****tuous sex with his mother.

At the very least, he hoped she'd stay to watch him masturbate himself while stroking himself harder and faster. He'd love to masturbate for his mother while she stared and sexually lusted over him in the way that she sexually lusted over him when she was masturbating herself over him, and in the way that he sexually lusted over her. He'd love to cum for his mother while she watched. Something more for him to masturbate over later, he'd love her to watch him cum.

"Mom, oh, Mom," he said loud enough for her to hear him in the hall, even with his bedroom door closed. "I want you. I need you. I love you," he said pausing to listen for his mother.

Filled with the i****tuous desire of hopefully having sex with his mother, he paused in his sexual lust before stroking himself faster and harder.

"I want to kiss you while touching you and feeling you everywhere through your clothes," he said confessing all that he wanted to do to his mother. "Then, I want to slowly undress you. I want to strip you naked while touching you and feeling your naked body everywhere a son should never touch and feel his mother," he said pausing to listen before continuing his verbal, sexual seduction of his mother.

Not quite sure where she was, he paused stroking himself to listen. Not hearing her, he paused stroking himself again to listen.

"I want to feel your big tits while fingering your nipples. I want to suck your big tits. I want to feel your naked ass and finger your naked pussy. I want to squeeze your naked ass and slap your naked ass."

Then, when he sensed her and heard her just outside his bedroom door, while hoping he was sexually arousing her, he continued sexually teasing her with his sexually, inappropriate words.

"Mom. Oh, Mom. I want you. I need to have sex with you. I need to make love to you. I need to fuck you hard and fast. I want to make you cum. I want to give you multiple orgasms with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock. Mom, oh, Mom," he said. "Please have sex with me."

He hoped he was making her as sexually aroused as she had made him sexually excited yesterday morning when he watched her stripped herself naked and masturbated herself over the thoughts of having sex with him. He hoped he was making her as sexually aroused as she had made him sexually excited late last night while he watched her having lesbian sex with his sister. He hoped he was making her as horny as he was making himself horny now.

"Stroke me, Mother. Wrap your long, manicured fingers around my cock. Stroke my prick. Give me a hand job. Masturbate me before you take me in your mouth. Blow me, Mom, blow me. Suck my dick. I can't wait for you to blow me," he said.

With his lubricant adding sound effects to his masturbation, he was certain that his mother could hear him stroking his cock even through his closed, bedroom door. He stroked himself faster. He stroked himself harder. He continued stroking his prick faster and harder while hoping he was making her as horny as he was making himself sexually excited.

"I can't wait to cum in your mouth. I can't wait to fuck you and cum in your pussy," he said laying it on thick. "I can't wait to give you a cum bath and cum all over your pretty face. As if you're my sexy bitch and my dirty whore instead of my sexy, MILF of a mother, I can't wait to see you awash with my cum," he said pausing again to listen to his mother just outside of his bedroom door. "Mom, oh, Mom, I can't wait to fuck you. Christine, I can't wait for you to suck me."

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As if she was frozen in place with shock or, hopefully, with sexual excitement, he could see the shadow of his mother's feet blocking the hall light from entering beneath his bedroom door. Just standing there without moving and without making a sound, she stood in front of his bedroom door obviously listening to his sexual monologue. He wondered if she'd continue standing there while listening to him masturbating or if she'd open his bedroom door to watch him stroking his erect prick?

In the way that he saw her naked yesterday morning and again late, last night, he'd love her to see him naked now too. In the way that he watched her masturbating, he'd love his mother to watch him masturbating. In the way that he stayed to watch her cum, he'd love her to stay to watch him cum. In the way he watched her having lesbian sex with his sister last night, he'd love for his mother to have i****tuous sex with him this morning.

Yet, instead of her feeling sexually excited that he was masturbating over the thoughts of him having sex with her naked body, perhaps, she felt uncomfortable. Perhaps, she was embarrassed that he had sexually, inappropriate thoughts for her in the way that he hoped she still had sexually, inappropriate thoughts for him. Perhaps, with him i****tuously lusting over her made her realize that it was wrong for her to be sexually lusting over him. With sex between them strictly forbidden, she was his mother and he was her son after all.

Maybe, instead of opening his bedroom door to catch him naked and masturbating, the right thing to do, she'd leave his laundry basket outside his closed, bedroom door. He hoped she wouldn't do that. He hoped she'd barge in his bedroom in the way that he always wanted to barge in her bedroom when she was dressing or undressing or barge in the bathroom when she was showering or bathing. Now, he was the one who felt embarrassed. He was the one who felt ashamed. He was the one who felt perverted.

Suddenly feeling embarrassed and ashamed, already showing signs of remorse for verbalizing his wanton, sexual desire for his mother, he suddenly felt despicable to want to expose himself to her. He suddenly felt like such a cad and a pervert to want her to catch him naked and masturbating himself over the thoughts of her naked while having sex with his mother. He felt like such a deranged lunatic to not only want to have i****tuous sex with his mother but also to have i****tuous sex with his sister too.

'What's wrong with me for wanting to expose myself to my mother? What's wrong with me for wanting her to catch me naked and masturbating? What's wrong with me for not only wanting to have illicit sex with my mother but also for wanting to have i****tuous sex with my sister too,' he thought? 'Then, again, what's wrong with my mother for masturbating over the thoughts of having sex with me? What's wrong with not only my mother but also my sister for having lesbian sex?'

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Then, he thought about the biggest fly in his i****tuous soup, his father. If only his mother was divorced or his father was deceased, he'd have free, sexual reign over his mother and his sister. If he was the only man in the house, a not so subtle hint that he wanted and expected sex, he'd walk around his mother naked and with an erection. If there wasn't a man to reprimand him, he'd walk around his sister naked and with an erection too.

Taking sexual liberties with his mother and his sister, he'd touch them, grope them, feel them, and fondle them. He'd feel their tits and finger their nipples though their nightgowns. He'd lift their nightgowns to squeeze their panty clad or naked asses and finger their panty clad or naked pussies. He'd rub his naked prick up against them and pull them by their wrists to put their hands on his erect prick. He'd hump their hand for them to stroke him before pushing them to their knees for them to suck him.

If only his father knew that he wanted to have sex with his mother and sister, what would he say? If only his friends knew that he wanted to have sex with his mother and sister, what would they say? If only the rest of his family, his aunts, uncles, cousins, grandfathers and grandmothers knew that he wanted to have sex with his mother and sister, what would they think? No getting around it, with his i****tuous lust controlling him, he was out of step with the rest of society and what was normal, sexual behavior.

Only, with his mother's sexual actions encouraging his sexual actions, he couldn't help himself from wanting to expose his naked prick to his mother. He couldn't help himself from wanting her to catch him masturbating. He wanted her to know that he wanted to strip her naked and touch and feel her everywhere. He wanted her to know that he wanted to make love to her before fucking her. He wanted her to know that he wanted her to blow him. He needed to cum in her mouth as much as he needed to give his mother a cum bath.

If only his father wasn't around, he'd be free to make sexual passes at his MILF of a mother and his sexy sister. He'd be free to spy on them and barge in on them to watch them dress and undress. He'd be free to touch them, feel them, and grope them everywhere a son should never touch, feel, and grope his mother and a brother should never touch, feel, and grope his sister. With no one there to rebuke him or stop him from his sexually inappropriate behavior, he'd be free to sleep in the same bed with his mother and/or his sister.

He knew his father would never understand his sexual attraction to his mother. How could he? Why would he? What kind of husband would allow his wife to have sex with their son? What kind of father would allow his son to have sex with his mother. Moreover, what kind of mother would have sex with her son? Never thinking it would be possible to have sex with his mother, after seeing his mother naked and masturbating herself over him, perhaps, she'd have sex with him. All of this was as convoluted as it was crazy.

Never thinking it would be possible to have sex with his mother, yet, after seeing his mother naked and masturbating herself, perhaps, she'd have sex with him. After watching her having lesbian sex with his sister, perhaps, his mother would have hetero sex with him. All of this, him not only i****tuously lusting over his mother but also his sister, was as convoluted as it was crazy. Yet, unable to help himself, while hoping they felt the same way about him, he was as hot and horny for his mother as he was for his sister.

Yet, not all his fault, adding to and encouraging his i****tuous, sexual desire for his mother, something he'd never forget, the fact remained that he saw her naked and masturbating over the thoughts of having sex with him. He heard her say that she wanted to fuck him and wanted him to cum in her cunt. He heard her say that she wanted to blow him and wanted him to cum in her mouth. He heard her say that she wanted him to give her a cum bath and cum all over her face, in her hair, and across her big, naked tits.

'If my mother doesn't want to have sex with me, then why was she masturbating over the thoughts of me naked and having sex with my naked body,' he thought? 'I never knew my mother masturbated, never mind masturbating over me. My sexual fantasy come true, I never knew my mother sexually wanted me as much as I sexually wanted her.'

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Yet, in the way that his father would never understand his sexual attraction to his mother, his father would never understand his sexual attraction to his sister either. What kind of father would allow his son to have sex with his daughter? Moreover, what kind of sister would have sex with her brother? Nonetheless, in the way that he now wanted to have sex with his mother, he also wanted to have sex with his sister too.

Moreover, adding to his i****tuous, sexual desire for his mother and sister, he saw his naked mother having sex with his naked sister. He saw his naked sister having sex with their naked mother. If his mother had sex with her daughter, why wouldn't she have sex with him? Moreover, if his sister had sex with their mother, why wouldn't she have sex with him? Never thinking it would be possible to have sex with his sister, after seeing Emma naked and having sex with their mother, perhaps, she'd have sex with him too.

Instead of there being something wrong with him, maybe there was something wrong with them. Maybe there was something wrong with not only his mother but also with his sister too. Yet, with him having been raised in the same household, obviously, there was something wrong with him too. What kind of mother masturbates over the thoughts of her son naked and having sex with him? What kind of mother wants to suck her son and fuck her son?

Just as what kind of mother masturbates over the thoughts of her son naked and having sex with him, what kind of son masturbates over the thoughts of his mother naked and having sex with her? Just as what kind of mother wants to suck her son and fuck her son, what kind of son wants to finger, lick, and fuck his mother? It takes two to play the i****t game in the Devil's playground of sexual debauchery and, obviously, they were both ready to play.

Unable to accept the full blame for his forbidden and i****tuous, sexual desire for his mother and sister, what kind of mother has sex with her daughter? What kind of mother makes out with her daughter while touching and feeling her naked body everywhere? What kind of mother fucks her daughter's pussy with a dildo while allowing her daughter to fuck her pussy with a dildo too? What kind of mother has anal sex with her daughter while allowing her to have anal sex with her too? What kind of mother has lesbian sex with her daughter?

As bad as his mother and sister are, he's just as bad. What kind of son wants to have sex with his mother? What kind of brother wants to have sex with his sister? What kind of man wants to have threesome sex with his mother and sister? Yet, even though he knew his sexual desire was wrong, if he had the chance, he'd have sex with his mother. Even though he knew he was twisted, if he had the chance, he'd have sex with his sister.

Something he didn't think about. What if his mother tells his father that he exposed himself to her and was jerking off over her? What if she tells his father that he had sexual thoughts for her that culminated in him not only wanting to strip her naked but also wanting her to masturbate him before blowing him and fucking him? What if his mother tells his sister that her brother is an i****tuous pervert? What if she warns his sister to be careful of him? What if she asks him to pack his bags and leave the house? Where would he go?

Chapter 04:

"Knock, knock," said Christine.

As soon as she said the words, his mother immediately turned his doorknob. As soon as she said the words, she opened his bedroom door without knocking, without warning, and without waiting for him to reply and invite her in his room. Not giving him a moment to react, as if she hoped to catch him naked and masturbating, she opened his bedroom door at the exact moment that she said the words, "Knock, knock."

As soon as she opened his bedroom door, he forgot everything he had been thinking about. As soon as she opened his bedroom door, forgetting about his sister and his father, it was just him alone with his mother. As soon as she opened his bedroom door, as if she had blanked his mind of prior thoughts, all he could think about was his mother seeing him naked and catching him masturbating.

'My mother heard that I sexually wanted her. She saw my naked prick,' he thought. 'She saw me masturbating.'

Obviously, like mother like son, he wondered if she was hoping to catch him naked in the way that he caught her naked. He wondered if she was hoping to catch him masturbating himself in the way that he caught her masturbating herself. He wondered if she was hoping to see his erect, naked prick in the way that he saw her naked tits and naked pussy.

Obviously, suspecting that he masturbated in his room whenever his bedroom door was closed, now he wondered if her coming upstairs with his laundry at that precise moment was a ruse and she wanted to catch him naked and masturbating. Now, he wondered about yesterday morning and wondered if she knew he was home and deliberately wanted him to see her naked and masturbating. As confused as he was sexually excited, deliberately making enough noise to awaken him, he wondered if she wanted him to catch her naked with his naked sister while they were having lesbian sex late, last night.

As soon as she opened his bedroom door, she saw him lying on his back and on his bed naked. With her not giving him the chance to cover himself, she saw his big, hard, naked, and erect prick. His mother saw his cock. He couldn't believe his mother saw his dick. Not only did she see his prick but also, she stared at his prick. His mother stared at his naked prick in the way that he stared at her naked tits and pussy. She saw him stroking his prick in the way he saw her fingering her pussy.

'I can't believe my mother not only saw my prick but also stared at my prick. I can't believe she caught me masturbating. I'll be masturbating over this for the rest of my life,' he thought.

As soon as she opened his bedroom door, not even allowing him to stop stroking himself, she caught him masturbating. Even though he knew that his mother was outside his bedroom door, with her still catching him by surprise, he couldn't believe that she opened his bedroom door without warning, without knocking, and without waiting for him to respond. Just as he knew she wouldn't leave, with her standing by the foot of his bed staring, he knew she was there to watch. Like mother like son, obviously, his mother liked to watch too. By the heat of her unbroken stare, he knew she wouldn't look away.

'Oh, my God,' he thought. 'I wish I could tell my friends all that happened, only they'd never believe me. If it wasn't enough that I saw my mother naked while she masturbated herself and saw my sister naked while having lesbian sex with my mother, now she caught me naked while I masturbated myself. Something even more to masturbate over, I'll be masturbating over all of this for the rest of my life,' he thought again.


As if he was a deer caught in headlights, with his hand still wrapped around his erect prick, he stroked himself faster. Determined to cum in front of his mother and for his mother, he stroked his prick harder. Wanting to cum for his mother, he literally pounded his prick faster and harder. Just as he couldn't wait to cum, another one of his sexual fantasies come true, he couldn't wait for her to see him cum. With her now knowing that he was masturbating over her this morning in the way she masturbated over him yesterday morning, he wanted to cum for his mother.

He stared at his mother staring at his erect prick. No longer hiding her sexual feelings for her son, she stared at his cock with sexual arousal. She stared at his cock as if she had never seen an erect prick before. She stared at his naked dick in the way that he stared at her naked tits and naked pussy. She stared at his naked prick as if she wanted to stroke it, suck it, and fuck it in the way that he stared at her naked pussy while wanting for finger it, lick it, and fuck it.

Only, suddenly feeling like a pervert, he needed to stop stroking himself. He wanted to stop stroking himself, only, he couldn't. With his mother intently watching him stroke his prick, seemingly encouraging him to continue masturbating, he didn't want to disappoint her. Obviously, with her still staring, she didn't want him to stop. Obviously, with her still watching, she wanted to see him masturbate. Obviously, with her still there in his room, she wanted to watch him cum.

Surprising him, she stared at his naked prick in the way that he stared at her naked tits and pussy when she was masturbating herself. She stared at him in the way that he stared at her when she was having lesbian sex with his naked sister. Frozen in place, they stared at one another for what seemed like minutes when it was only for a few seconds. As much as he sexually wanted her, she seemingly sexually wanted him too. He'd love nothing more than to finish masturbating while his mother watched. He'd love nothing more than to cum for his mother.

Yet, sometimes hard to read her, he wondered what she was thinking. Now that she was standing in his bedroom by the foot of his bed and staring at his naked prick while watching him masturbate, he wondered what she'd do. Would she stay or would she leave? Would she like to watch him cum? Would she tell his father that he not only exposed his naked prick to her but also masturbated and ejaculated his i****tuous lust for her in front of her?

He wondered if she was as sexually aroused seeing him naked as he was sexually excited by her seeing him naked, and in the way that he was sexually excited seeing her naked yesterday. He wondered if she was sexually aroused watching him masturbate himself today in the way that he was sexually excited when watching her masturbating herself yesterday. He wondered if she'd have sex with him today in the way that he wanted to have sex with her yesterday.

In the way that he wished he could have rubbed his mother's naked, wet pussy while feeling her big, naked tits and fingering her erect nipples, he'd love for his mother to stroke his erect, naked prick. In the way he wished he could have masturbated his mother, he'd love his mother to masturbate him. In the way that he wanted to fall between her spread, wide open legs and finger and lick her glistening wet pussy, he wanted her to stroke him while sucking him.

'I'd love my mother to masturbate me, only that will never happen,' he thought. 'It's enough that my mother saw my naked prick. It's enough that my mother stayed in my room to watch me stroke myself and masturbate myself. It's enough that I not only saw my mother naked and masturbating but also that I saw her with my naked sister having lesbian sex. Once again, as if I don't have enough to masturbate over, I'll be masturbating over all of this for as long as I live.'

With their surprised, sexual interaction happening so fast, Christine stared at her son in the way that Brett stared at his mother. Like mother like son, in the way that he saw his mother naked and masturbating herself yesterday morning, she saw her son naked and masturbating himself today. With him returning the favor of catching his mother naked while masturbating herself, in the way that she may have set him up to catch her naked and masturbating, he wondered if she wanted to catch him naked and masturbating too.

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"Mom! Oh, my God, Mom. I'm so embarrassed. This is so embarrassing," he said moving his hand away from his naked prick for her to better see. "I can't believe you saw me naked. I can't believe you caught me masturbating," he said while feigning his embarrassment and feebly looking for something to cover his nakedness.

Now that she was already in his room, saw him naked, and caught him masturbating, instead of leaving his bedroom, she put her laundry basket on his bedroom chair and closed his bedroom door her. Even though they were home alone, perhaps, she figured that her daughter and/or husband may return home from work unexpectedly and earlier than scheduled. With his cock too big and too stiff to bend forward enough for him to cover his naked prick, he tried his best to conceal his nakedness with his hand by bending it backwards.

Instead of leaving his room, she hiked up her short, tight skirt to make her comfortable enough to sit. As if she was sitting around a campfire, she sat on his bed facing him with her legs tucked beneath her and with her knees spread wide open. Something he was sexually excited to see, an unexpected sexual surprise, and one that added to the hardness of his cock, his mother flashed him her panties. From his prone position on his bed, he had the perfect up-skirt, continual view of his mother's bright white, bikini panties.

Trying not to catch him looking, he could clearly see the indentation of her pussy slit, the shape of her pussy mound, her camel toe, and even her dark brown, pubic hairs that escaped from the sides of her panties. He had seen plenty of up-skirt peeks of his mother's panties before but never one that was this close and this prolonged. He loved his mother's panties and enjoyed seeing his mother's panties as much as his mother seemingly enjoyed seeing his naked prick.

'Is my Mom deliberately flashing me her panties or is she oblivious that she's exposed,' he thought?

In the way he wished she'd reach out her hand to touch his naked, erect cock, he'd love to reach out his hand and finger her pussy through her panties. He'd love her to stroke his stiff prick and masturbate him in the way that he'd love to rub her clit and fingerfuck her pussy to masturbate her. As much as he'd love to watch his mother cum while masturbating her, he'd love to cum for his mother while she masturbated him and watched. With her sitting so close to him, he'd love to cum all over her hand and even in her mouth.

'Only, in the way that she'd never masturbate me, she'd never allow me to masturbate her,' he thought.

With him already sexually excited and with her seemingly already sexually aroused too, he stared at her panty clad cunt in the way that she stared at his erect, naked prick. Seemingly having nothing more to say, mother and son silently remained like that even though they both had so very much more to say. With so very much of their i****tuous lust unspoken but obvious by their sexually excited stares, he continued staring at her panties in the way that she continued staring at his exposed prick.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Brett," she said giving him a warm and loving motherly smile.

She looked up at him before looking down at his exposed prick again, this time seemingly with pride.

"Sorry, Mom. I didn't know you were outside my bedroom door," he said lying. "I'm embarrassed that you heard me say all that I said."

As if she was an Indian snake charmer, she stared at his throbbing and pulsating cock. As if he was a sexual degenerate, and he was, he stared at his mother's exposed panties. Obviously, they couldn't help themselves from staring at one another. Like mother like son, he continued staring down at her exposed panties while she continued staring at his exposed prick.

"With you having an overload of testosterone, masturbation, especially at your age is normal," she said as if she was talking about the weather and the clouds in the sky. "Masturbation releases sexual tension, reduces stress, helps you to sleep," she said as if she was his physician. "Masturbation improves self-esteem, body image, and strengthens muscle tone in your pelvic and anal areas," she said pausing as if rethinking what she was about to say next.

Just as he never thought he'd see his mother naked for such a prolonged period of time, he never thought his mother would stare at his naked cock for such a prolonged period of time. He never thought she'd sit on his bed with her skirt hiked up, her knees spread wide open, and her panties exposed to his horny eyes. Just as he thought she'd never barge in his bedroom to catch him playing with himself, he never thought he'd have a continual and uninterrupted view of his mother's bright, white, bikini panties.

With this all seeming so surreal, he was living out his sexual fantasy. Just as he never thought he'd catch her naked and masturbating, he'd never thought he'd catch her having lesbian sex with his sister. Then, returning the sexual favor, he never thought he'd have the audacity to deliberately expose his naked prick to his mother. He never thought she'd stay in his room to stare at his erect cock in the way that he was staring at her exposed panties.

"I'm still embarrassed that you caught me naked and masturbating," he said continuing to feign his embarrassment and modesty. "I feel like such a pervert, Mother," he said.

With her not hiding her panties from him, he no longer bothered covering his throbbing and pulsating naked prick with his hand from her. With her deliberately exposing her panties to him, he continued to deliberately expose his cock to her. He only wished she'd touch him in the way that he'd love to finger her. Only, a stalemate, with him waiting for her to make the first move, she was obviously waiting for him to make the first move too.

Yet, they both had already gone far beyond making the first move. Perhaps, while knowing that he was there on the stairs watching, his mother masturbated herself while naked in the living room. Again, perhaps, while knowing he was there on the stairs watching, his mother and sister were naked together while having lesbian sex. His way of returning the sexual favor, big tits and wet pussy for hard cock, he deliberately exposed his erection to his mother. Instead of her leaving his bedroom, she sat on his bed flashing him her panties while he continued flashing her his cock.

'I can't believe this is happening. As much as I can't believe she's deliberately or unintentionally exposing her panties to me, I can't believe she's staring at my naked prick. After my mother leaves my room, I can't wait to masturbate over all of this,' he thought. 'I can't wait to cum while imagining having i****tuous sex with my mother.'

She shrugged off his embarrassment with a wave of her hand as if him feeling embarrassed for masturbating was nonsense. She continued with what she was going to say before she thought better of it. Obviously, she chose her words carefully so as not to embarrass him. Seemingly, she took care in what she said not to turn him off to what she was clearly thinking. Yet, by the attention she paid to his exposed prick by continuing to stare at it, it was obvious what she was thinking.

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"I heard you call my name. I thought there was something wrong until I heard what more you said," she said looking up at his face with a sexy look before looking down at his naked prick with a naughty smile

Brett looked at his mother with shame mixed with sexual excitement.

'My mother heard all that I said. She knows that I sexually want her,' he thought.

Obviously, she wanted him to make the next, sexual move. Perhaps, not wanting to take his stiff prick in hand, she didn't want to come off as an i****tuous whore by sexually pressuring her son to have sex with her. Even though she was careful with her words, she wasn't as careful with her actions or with the disarray of her wide, opened skirt. Flashes of his naked mother masturbating, having lesbian sex with his naked sister, and now with her flashing him her panties, continued to sexually excite him to want to have i****tuous sex with his mother.

As if his erection was calling to her and beckoning her to touch him, hold him, and stroke him, his penis involuntarily throbbed and pulsated. In the way that Brett gave his mother a clear view of his naked prick by moving his hand away, Christine gave her son a clear view of her panty clad pussy by not closing her knees. Unable to hide her sexual lust from him, she put her hand to her mouth while involuntarily sliding a slow tongue across her red, full lips. Now breathing through her mouth, she parted her lips while still staring at his expose dick.

In the way she said when masturbating herself, obviously, she wanted to touch him. Obviously, she wanted to stroke him. By the heat of her sexual stare, obviously, she wanted to suck him. With her not leaving his bedroom, obviously, she wanted to fuck him. Obviously, she wanted to have i****tuous sex with her son as much as he wanted to have forbidden sex with his mother.

"I'm so sorry, Mom. I didn't know you were bringing up my laundry. I didn't know you were outside my bedroom door. I didn't know you could hear me. I'm so very embarrassed for all that I said and for all that you heard," he said lying.

As if she had never seen a cock as big and as hard, she stared down at her son's exposed prick again before staring up at him and asking him the big question.

"Tell me and be honest. Don't be embarrassed but," she said pausing to give him another sexy smile and a naughty look. "Were you masturbating over me? Were you masturbating over your mother?" When he didn't answer her and his face flushed red instead, she gave him an understanding smile. "Don't be ashamed. It's normal to be sexually attracted to your mother," she said.

She surprised him by what she said and he wished he had the nerve to pose his own sexual question to her.

'Yeah but is it normal for a mother to be sexually attracted to her son,' he thought while wishing he had the audacity to ask her that revealing question?

His penis reacted to his mother's words by throbbing and pulsating when she said that it was normal for him to be sexually attracted to her. Now, wondering if she would, he waited for her to confess her sexual attraction to him too. Yet, instead of continuing that line of conversation, she didn't volunteer that personal, sexual information.

He'd love to tell her that he saw and heard her masturbating over him. He'd love to tell her that he saw her having lesbian sex with his sister. Only, if he told her what he saw and heard, if he confronted her, she'd know that he was deliberately exposing himself to her.

Perhaps, she knew he was on the hall stairs yesterday morning watching her masturbating herself. Perhaps, knowing that he caught her masturbating over him, he already knew that he she masturbated over him. Perhaps, she knew he was sitting on the hall stairs in the dark late, last night while watching her having lesbian sex with his sister. After hearing him masturbating over her in the way that she masturbated over him, obviously, she knew that he sexually wanted her.

"Oh, Mom, I'm so embarrassed," he said lying again while feigning his embarrassment and hopefully goading her to say more.

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If he was anything, he wasn't embarrassed or ashamed. He was sexually excited. If he was anything, one of his sexual fantasies come true, he was glad that his mother opened his bedroom door and caught him masturbating. He was sexually excited that his mother not only saw his naked prick but also was staring at his naked prick while watching him stroke his naked prick.

If he was anything, he wasn't embarrassed or ashamed but was glad that she heard him say that he wanted to kiss her and feel her through her clothes before stripping her naked. He was glad that she heard him say that he wanted her to stroke him before sucking him and before fucking him. If he was anything, he was happy that his mother was in his room, sitting on his bed, and flashing him her panties while staring at his naked prick.

"Don't be embarrassed," she said putting her warm, soft hand at the top of his bare thigh. "Masturbation is normal."

He stared down at her fingertips in the way that she stared down at his erect prick. Her manicured fingertips were so close to touching the base of his erection. In the way that he watched her finger his sister's pubic hair last night, he watched her finger his testicle hairs this morning. In the way that he wanted to touch and feel her when he caught her naked and masturbating herself, he wished she'd touch and feel him now that she caught him naked and masturbating himself.

"Mom," he said staring down at her hand.

He was so tempted to reach down, grab her by her wrist, and put her hand on his stiff dick and wrap her fingers around his cock. At a loss for words, Mom was all that he could say. She looked up at him to give him a sexy smile and a naughty look before she stared back down at his erection again.

"If you don't mind me saying so, Brett, you're masturbating all wrong. There's a correct way to masturbate," she said smiling up at him while slowly and sexily moving her hand up and down. "And a wrong way to masturbate," she said moving her hand up and down again but harder and faster. Trust me. I know," she said with a dirty laugh. "I've stroked enough cocks and masturbated enough men in my lifetime to know the proper way to masturbate someone," she said with a dirty laugh while staring down at his exposed cock before staring up at him.

Suddenly, the image of his mother masturbating his father entered his mind. Suddenly, the image of his mother masturbating her old boyfriends and/or his father's friends took hold of his horny imagination. Suddenly the image of his mother masturbating several men, dozens of men, sexually excited him.

'Was my MILF of a mother a whore before marrying my father,' he thought? 'After marrying my Dad had she cheated on him by having sex with others? Was my mother a whore throughout their marriage?'

The image of his mother masturbating him took control of his horny and sexually frustrated mind. All he could think of was his mother stroking his erect prick. All he could think of was his mother masturbating him. All he could think of was cumming all over his mother's hand. All he could think about was cumming for his mother while she stroked him and watched him cum.

"Mom," was all that he could say again while staring down at her beautiful hand.

She let out a nervous, little laugh.

"Oh, don't be such a prude. It's no big deal. Let me show you how to correctly masturbate," she said looking up at him as if asking his permission to touch his cock and stroke his cock. "Really," she said with a nervous laugh and a sexy shrug. "I don't mind, if you don't mind."

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She looked at him as if offering her help in tying his shoelace. She looked at him as if having to tell him that his fly was down or his cock was hanging out of his pajama bottoms. She looked at him while waiting for his permission for her to show him how to properly masturbate himself.

If only she knew how sexually excited he was with the i****tuous, sexual anticipation that his mother was about to stroke him, he wondered what she'd say. He wondered what she'd do then, if she knew that he wanted her to stroke his cock as much as she obviously wanted to stroke his prick. Would she refuse to masturbate him or would she take him in her mouth and suck him? Would she allow him to slide his cock in her pussy and fuck her? Would she take him under her sexual wing and make him her i****tuous lover?


He moved his hand away from his cock again and nodded her his permission to show him how to correctly masturbate himself. As part of the birds and the bees conversation that he never had, obviously, he was happy that his mother volunteered to show him how to masturbate instead of his father. As if she was his sexy girlfriend or his lover instead of his mother, not waiting for him to change his mind, she wrapped her long, manicured fingers around her son's swollen prick.

'Oh, my God,' thought Brett while staring down as his mother's hand. 'My mother is holding my prick in her hand. I can't believe my mother is holding my prick in her warm, soft hand. I can't believe she's ever so slowly and ever so lovingly stroking me. I can't believe my mother is masturbating me.'

She smiled up at him as if she was instructing him how to stuff a sausage.

"Instead of attacking your penis in the way you were doing, stroking it too hard and pounding it too fast, you must be gentle as if making love to a woman," she said. "Don't be so rough with your prick," she said looking up at him before staring down at her cock filled hand. "Gradually, you slowly increase the speed while increasing the pressure of your hand but without being too rough."

Already breathing through his mouth, he stared at his mother with sexual excitement. He stared at his mother in the way that he had never stared at his mother before. As if imagining it all, he stared at his mother holding his cock in her hand. He stared at her hand stroking him. He stared at her staring at his cock in the way that he continued staring at her exposed panties. He stared at her as if she was naked and he wanted to touch her, feel her, and have i****tuous sex with her.

"I never made love to a woman," he said.

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She smiled.

"I'll talk to your father about that. Perhaps, we can help you get laid," she said with a sexy laugh. "Do you feel the difference? How does that feel, Brett? Doesn't that feel good?"

She smiled at her son as if she was asking him about the fit of a suit or the comfort of shoes he was buying.

'What? Huh? She's going to talk to my father about getting me laid? How embarrassing is that,' thought Brett.

No longer thinking about her talking to his father to get him laid, he watched his mother stroke his prick. He watched her fondle the head of his cock with her fingertips before reaching her motherly hand down to cum his testicles. Then, stroking him a little faster and a little harder, she increased the pressure of her hand.

"Oh, Mom," he said. "That feels so good. Don't stop. Please don't stop," he said.

Then, before asking him the million-dollar question, before asking him something he'd never forget and would forever masturbate over later, she looked at him with lust while he stared at her with i****tuous desire.

"Would you like to cum? I don't want to masturbate you to completion if that will make you feel awkwardly uncomfortable. A mother masturbating her son and a son cumming for his mother, may not be your cup of tea but I don't mind if you don't mind," she said. She gave him a warm smile, a sexy look, and a naughty stare. "I'd like to make you cum. I'd like to see and watch you cum. Cum for your mother, Brett. Cum for Mommy," she said stroking him a little harder and a little faster.

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He stared down at his cock before staring up at his mother and before staring at the impressions her big tits made in her blouse and bra.

"Yes, please, Mother. I want to cum," he said while watching his mother stroke him a little faster and a little harder. "Oh, my God. Please don't stop, Mom. Please don't stop. That feels so good. I want to cum. I really need to cum. Only..." he said as if rethinking what he was going to say.

She looked up at him with love, patience, and understanding. She smiled at him in the way she smiled at him when she was teaching him to drive. If only his friends knew that his mother was masturbating them, wanting her to masturbate them too, they'd all be jealous.

"Only, what? Tell me. What were you going to say," she asked? "Don't be shy now that I'm holding your penis in my hand and masturbating you," she said with a sexy laugh.

He looked at her with shame.

"I'm embarrassed to ask," he said.

She laughed again.

"How can you be embarrassed to ask me anything while I'm masturbating you," she asked him while laughing?

Undressing her with his eyes and as if she was already topless, he stared at her blouse and bra clad breasts.

"I've never seen a woman's naked breasts up close. I never felt a woman's naked tits," he said turning red. "I've never fingered a woman's nipples."

She laughed with glee and looked down at where he was staring at her blouse and bra clad breasts before looking back up at her son.

"Would you like to see my breasts? Is that it? Would you like to touch them? Would you like to feel my tits? Would you like to fondle my naked breasts and finger my nipples while I continue masturbating you?"

He looked at her wide-eyed.

"Yes, I'd love to see your breasts. I'd love to touch them. I'd love to feel your naked tits," he said. "I'd love to fondle your breasts while fingering your nipples."

She removed her hand from his cock and, as if giving him a sexy striptease, while staring at all that he could see before staring up at him again, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Once her blouse was unbuttoned, she allowed him to touch, feel, and fondle her breasts through her bra. She watched him finger her erect nipples through her low-cut, white, sheer brassiere.

"Oh, Mom," he said feeling her breasts through her bra.

Never thinking he'd be feeling his mother's tits and fingering her nipples through her sexy brassiere, this bra was one of his favorite bras. He couldn't even count how many times he removed this bra from her lingerie drawer or her laundry hamper and masturbated while holding this bra in his hand and imagining feeling her breasts. Now, instead of holding an empty brassiere, he was holding his mother's bra while she was wearing it.

Then, while staring up at him, she continued her striptease show. Something he never imagined she'd ever do, she unhooked her front snapping bra and slowly parted her bra cups, first one and then the other. Christine was topless. His mother was topless. As if he was having a religious experience and a life altering vision, he was seeing his mother's naked breasts. Brett's mother exposed her naked tits to her son in the way that her son exposed his naked prick to his mother.

"Well, here they are," she said with a laugh while taking his hand and moving it to her naked breasts. "Enjoy," she said taking hold of his erect cock again.

She stroked him while he touched, felt, and fondled her naked breasts and fingered her erect nipples, first with one hand and then with both hands. She stroked him a little faster, while he pulled, turned, and twisted her nipples. She continued stroking him faster and harder while he squeezed her naked tits and leaned down to suck her erect nipples.

"Oh, my God, Mom. Your tits are so big and so firm. I love your tits," he said fondling her breasts. "I love your nipples," he said fingering her nipples. "I'm going to cum. You're going to make me cum," he said immediately shooting a load of cum all over her naked breasts, her arm, and her hand.

She grabbed a tissue from his nightstand to wipe his cum from her breasts and from her hand.

"That was a lot of cum, Brett," she said laughing and getting up to leave. "Were you saving that for me?"

He reached for her hand when she stood to leave.

"Wait don't go," he said. "Please stay."

She stroked his hair.

"I can't stay. Your father and/or sister will be home any minute. Don't worry. I'll talk to your father over the weekend about getting you laid," she said leaning down to give him a soft and loving kiss on the lips and a sexy wink. "Maybe we can do this again."

To be continued...

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