12 comments/ 65343 views/ 86 favorites Losing the House but Winning Mom 01 By: SusanJillParker Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * Mother and son share a motel room as their temporary residence after losing their home to a bank foreclosure on Halloween. "Trick or treat. Trick or treat," the children running from room to room could be heard all over the motel complex. Only, the trick was on Jennifer and Michael when the Sheriff was at their door with a court order to evict mother and son from their home. After threatening them for months, Bank of America finally foreclosed on the mortgage they took out with the now defunct, Angelo Mozilo's, Countrywide Bank. They were losing their beautiful four bedroom and three bath home. With all of their possessions out in the street, they rented a truck to move everything to storage and were now officially homeless. Having purchased their dream house nearly four years ago, they never thought they'd be homeless but they were. Saturday, Halloween, the last day of the month, with tomorrow November 1st, the bank wanted Jennifer and Michael out of their house today. Slated for eviction by the Sheriff, the bank finally foreclosed on their 3,000 square foot house. The bank didn't care that tonight was Halloween night, the day that Jennifer planned her big, Halloween party all year. The bank didn't care that tomorrow was Sunday, the Lord's Day, and the day of rest. The bank didn't care that mother and son were homeless and had no place to go other than to rent a room in a seedy motel on the other side of town. This human tragedy played out every day to someone else, somewhere else throughout this great country, supposedly the greatest country in the world. Why did this happen? How could this happen? Not fair and not right, they were sold a mortgage that the bank gambled that they couldn't pay. With the bank having bought insurance in the form of derivatives, junk bonds, the bank won and they lost. Moreover, the bank didn't care that the government had already reimbursed them for their loses, pumped up their bottom line, and made them whole again with the TARP bailout monies they received from Secretary of the Treasury, Henry Paulson. Refusing to refinance anyone's mortgage, not wanting to take those bad mortgages back, the banks still foreclosed on people's homes. After receiving TARP money and still selling foreclosed homes on short sales, in effect, the banks were paid twice for the dubious and sometimes illegal mortgages they wrote. Even after the financial meltdown, the banks, insurance companies, investment houses, and car manufacturers still paid out their six and seven figure bonuses to those men who caused the financial crisis and who stole money from the American middle class. Not allowing them to refinance, with their house now worth much less than when they bought it and what they owed was so much more than what their house was worth on the market, they were underwater. Not wanting to hear it, the bank didn't care that their adjustable rate mortgage that ballooned their mortgage payment out of reach was the reason why they could no longer afford their mortgage payments. Having given them enough warnings, more time, and second chances to come up with all of the back mortgage payments they missed, all the bank knew was that today was the last day of October and they wanted them gone from their property. Having tried everything, pleaded with the bank, written to their Congressman, and participated in groups who protested the banks unethical banking practices, there was nothing more they could do but to obey the Sheriff's order to vacate. The banks, insurance companies, and investment houses were the ones who caused the financial markets to collapse and yet were the ones to reap the rewards of TARP money bailouts. That's not fair. That's not right. The banks, insurance companies, and investment houses were the ones who caused the financial meltdown but it was the middleclass that had to pay for the financial fiasco with job loses, home foreclosures, and 401K devaluations. Yet, rubbing their dirty deeds in the faces of people everywhere who lost everything and who had nothing, the banks still paid out their multi-million dollar bonuses to those most responsible for the financial collapse. * * * * * There was something always so eerie about Halloween night that the rest of the nights of the year didn't have. Halloween was actually spooky. As if expecting a ghost, a ghoul, a monster, or a witch to pop out in front of them, a day before the time change, the night felt darker on Halloween. Every corner they turned, there were kids in costume with bags of candy. Every corner they turned, whether it was kids in costume or homes decorated for the holiday, there was a reminder of Halloween. With a full moon just a few days ago on Tuesday, October 27th, Michael still felt the effects that the full moon seemingly always had over him. Always making him nervous, jumpy actually, full moons unsettled him. More sensitive to full moons than most people, there was something about a full moon that unsettled and unhinged him. As if he was about to go crazy, he had this impulsive reaction to howl at the moon. As if expecting something bad to happen and as if the full moon was his visual omen, something bad did happen when the bank foreclosed on their house just a few days later. It was a cold and windy night and it was already dark, so very dark when they parked their truck in the motel parking lot. They carried what few possessions they didn't put in storage to the motel, mostly food, clothing, and toiletries. Sadly depressed, a whirlwind of a day, Jennifer and Michael walked to their motel room, room #13, as if they were walking to their deaths. Normally not superstitious but with tonight Halloween night, Michael suddenly had a bad case of Triskaidekaphobia, the fear of the number 13, or more specifically, the fear of the 13th person. Related to the Last Supper with Jesus and his 12 apostles, Judas, late for supper, was the last one to attend. The fear of the number 13 is also related to the fear of Friday the 13th, called Paraskevidekatriaphobia. Put the room number 13 in combination with Halloween and with a full moon just a few days before and anyone would be jumpy. "I'm glad I changed out of my short skirt to wear jeans," said Jennifer giving her son a sexy look. "If I had worn my short skirt while carrying boxes, with the wind whipping like this, I'd be exposing my panties to everyone. I'd be exposing my panties to you," she said looking over at him again to give him another sexy look along with a naughty laugh that was almost a dirty laugh. Jennifer gave her son an image that he would no doubt not forget to masturbate over later. Suddenly, the image of imagining seeing his mother's white, bikini panties gave him the start of an erection. Ever since he turned 18-years-old four years ago, he had always been sexually attracted to his mother. A pretty woman with a shapely body to match, she had long, sexy legs. Imagining a gust of wind blowing her short skirt up to the middle of her back while he walked behind her, he would have loved to see his mother's sexy, white, bikini panties. Giving him a prolonged and uninterrupted view, imagining a gust of wind blowing up her short skirt while he walked behind her up that stairs as she carried boxes, he'd be in voyeur heaven. Normally a back breaking chore, there was something sexy about moving to a new place with his mother, especially when that new place was a motel room instead of a nine room house. There was nothing sexy about loading a truck with the possessions to unload the truck to put it all in storage. Yet, somehow he felt closer to her, not just physically closer to her but emotionally closer to her. They were going through something together that was as emotionally charged and devastating as a job loss or a divorce. Albeit a bad memory, a nightmare, this would be a disturbing memory they'd remember for the rest of their lives. As if living in a prison cell with his mother, with not much space to get lost in, there'd be no place for either one of them to hide from one another while living within four walls. The only difference between their motel room and a prison cell was there was a door on the bathroom. With them having no privacy but for the bathroom, he couldn't help but wonder if he'd be seeing more of his mother's hot body than he had never seen before. Imagining sleeping with his mother, holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, and spooning her, he wondered if the room had two beds or just one big bed. If the room only had one bed, he wondered if he'd be sleeping in the same bed with his mother. He imagined his mother's nightgown moving higher than her shapely hips. He imagined dry humping his mother while sticking his hand down her nightgown top to feel her breasts and finger her nipples. Now, with his incestuous imagination running wild, he imagined seeing his mother topless. He imagined seeing his mother naked. He imagined his mother seeing him naked. He imagined having sex with his mother. Only, nothing more than just a sexual fantasy, he knew that none of that would happen. 'Oh, my God! I'd give anything to see my mother topless. I'd give anything to see my mother naked.' With the wind really whipping and blowing up more than just dust, now he wished his mother hadn't changed out of her short skirt. He would have loved to have seen her shapely ass cheeks filling out her white, bikini panties. Now relegated to only imagining her sexy panties, giving him something to masturbate over tonight, Michael would have loved to see the wind blowing up his mother's short skirt and her exposing her panties to him. Other than a few, quick flashes of up skirts peeks between her legs, he had never had a good look of his mother's panties. Going a step further, going where no son should ever go with his mother, he wondered if his mother's cunt was trimmed, shaved, or bushy. * * * * * Unprecedented weather for California this time of year, it was in the 90's just a couple of days ago. It was so dark that it was difficult to see more than a few yards. Had it not been for the motel lights illuminating their way, sucking them in and beckoning them to walk closer, they'd be tripping over curbstones and tripping all the way up the stairs. Their room was the corner room on the second floor. A three story motel, every floor had 12 rooms and all the rooms looked the same on the inside as they did on the outside too. In the way the motel looked, with it lacking in style, character, and personality, it could have been a minimum security prison or a halfway house. With the wind blowing the branches of the trees as if they were long, scary arms with long, scary fingers, the shadows created by the moon made the trees look like scary monsters. Once in their room, closing the door from the wind blowing in leaves and trash, Jennifer sat on the bed, the only bed, while obviously listening to every noise and every bump in the night. No doubt, even the wind blowing the leaves across the parking lot made her wary of what was lurking out there and what may happen next. Suddenly, as if she had willed it to happen, there was a light knock and voices next door. "Trick or treat. Happy Halloween. Trick or treat." A minute later, there was another light knock and another light knock. Someone was at the door on the floor below them and at the door on the floor above them. Already on edge, not even thinking that it was children trick or treating, she was scared. Her nerves were shot after the Sheriff threatened to breakdown her door and drag her out if she didn't open it. Never had she felt as violated as she did then when forced out of her home in front of her neighbors and those she thought were her friends. "What was that? Did you hear that Michael? I heard a knock and then a bang." Fortunately for her, her son was there to comfort her, console her, and protect her from harm. "It was nothing Mom," said Michael getting up from his chair to go to the door and squint out the peephole. "It was just the people next door closing their door." Normally, they'd be home decorating their house in preparation for Halloween. Normally, they'd be home passing out candy to the trick or treaters. Normally, they'd be hosting their yearly Halloween party but tonight they were huddled against the cold in a seedy, downtown motel room. Normally cleaning the house after the party and relaxing before going to bed. Normally Michael would be in his room masturbating over the imagined thoughts of his mother topless, naked, and having sex with her topless and/or naked body. Suddenly, it didn't feel like Halloween. Then again, suddenly, it most certainly did feel like Halloween. With no treats in store for them, the trick was on them. Out of their house, the bank got the last laugh and the better of them. * * * * * A relatively safe haven for drug dealers and prostitutes, the police left them alone to do their thing as long as they stayed within the confines of the motel and as long as there were no shootings. The motel was filled to capacity with Welfare mothers and others who had lost their homes to foreclosure too. Part of a bigger complex, there were two more motel additions with each housing 36 rooms, 108 rooms in all. The place took on more the feeling of an inner city, affordable housing project than it felt like a motel. With each room sheltering four or more residents and more when counting all of the kids, there were 600 to a 1,000 people residing there in such a small, cramped space. Then, between the drug dealers hanging around outside and the prostitutes going from room to room, there was a constant flow of cars and people at all hours of the day and night. Now with the trick or treaters in the middle of all this lunacy, there was a constant and continual knocking and opening and closing of doors. To go from living in a nice house in a good neighborhood to living in this slum environment and criminal atmosphere was shocking. Normally, as they did every year, opening their home to neighbors and friends, they'd have a Happy Halloween party. This would be the first year since they moved into the neighborhood four years ago that they wouldn't be having a Happy Halloween party. Now with no friends and no family by their side, they were alone. Mother and son against the world, after learning a valuable lesson in not trusting anyone, especially the bank, albeit a bit too late, they now made a good team. Suddenly, in the way that the Sheriff knocked at their front door and banged at their front door with a court order in hand to evict them, there was another knock, a louder knock this time at their motel room door. "Mom? There's someone at our door," said Michael. Already gun shy, Jennifer muted the TV, stood up from the bed, and took a step back to stand in the corner as if someone was going to barge in her door and evict her again. "Don't open the door," she said in a panic while clutching the television remote control in her hand as it was a gun or a Taser. Michael stood and peered through the peephole again. "It's just some kids trick or treating," he said seeming ready to open the door. "Trick or treat. Trick or treat," said the kids in unison as if they were part of a Halloween choir. "Trick or treat." Jennifer sighed a big breath of relief. She sat on the bed more relaxed and turned off the television. Suddenly but for the bathroom light that illuminated half of the small, gloomy room, the room was dark, dingy, and depressing. Seemingly the darkness from outside had somehow seeped in the room to make it feel just as gloomy. Only, it was more than just the dark. The room was nothing like being at home. A tenth of the size of their beautiful craftsman style house, this 300 square foot, 15' by 20' rectangular room was a much smaller than the beautiful home they had been evicted from and had become accustomed to living in. "Don't open the door Michael," ordered Jennifer. "We don't have any candy to give them. Pretend we're not here. Besides, I don't want to meet our neighbors. With the element who live here, I'd rather not meet any of the people who live her. I don't want anyone to know we're living here in this run down, rat, and roach infested motel room," she said with false pride while looking around the room as if looking for rats and roaches. "I'm embarrassed enough as it is," she said pulling her sweater tighter across her breasts and wrapping her arms around herself against the cold. Only, with Michael there with her, she needn't worry about roaches. Not afraid of bugs, he used to have a job in pest control. The first thing he did when entering the room was to remove the bedspread from the bed, the biggest germ collector, and check the bed for bedbugs. He had already seen some things that average people never see or experience. Most people don't even know that big roaches can fly short distances, especially when launching themselves from high places, such as trees and ledges, and silently gliding down. Yet, whether they were eight legged, six legged, four legged, crawling, jumping, or flying bugs, her son would protect her from all insects. Even if they were two legged parasites, he'd protect her from human insects too. No harm would come to his mother as long as he was there with her to protect her. "Trick or treat," more kids were knocking at their motel room door hoping for candy. "Trick or treat. Trick or treat." There were a big bunch of kids outside their door. * * * * * It was just them against the world was something his mother always said when things were bad and at their worst. With them out in the street and homeless, things were pretty bad now and couldn't possibly get much worse. Yet, at least they had their health and they still had one another. With them cast out of their home and thrown out in the street with their possessions, Jennifer put on a strong face when she was humiliated in front of her friends and neighbors. The events of today obviously took a toll on her. With her always being a bigger than life image to him before, Michael stared over at his mother sitting on the bed suddenly looking so small and so scared. Seeing her looking like that made him want to hold her, hug her, and protect her. Seeing her looking like that made him want to take her in his arms and kiss her. Seeing her looking like that made him want to part her lips with his tongue and French kiss her. Seeing her like that made him want to feel her through her clothes while kissing and kissing her. Seeing her like that made him want to undress her, actually strip her naked. Seeing her looking like that made him want to have sex with her, his own mother. Seeing her looking like that made him what to strike out against the army of faceless old, white men who hurt her and who did this to them. As far as he was concerned, all of these white, old men were all the same. Whether they were accountants, lawyers, and/or politicians, they were all guilty of committing horrific crimes against modern society for the sake of money. Money, money, money, everything was all about the almighty dollar. Only, with them no one and nobody, they were powerless to do anything but to suffer the consequences of the greed of others. They were just pawns in a bigger, more powerful game of us against them, the rich against the middleclass, a middleclass that is now poor and an upper class that is now superrich. Now with the middleclass dissipated and bogged down by unemployment and underemployment, there was just two classes of people in America the superrich and the poor. They had no money to fight the good fight and to fight the wrongs of the rich and powerful in a court of law. If they tried to fight those old, white men who had all of the power, all of the influence, and all of the money, if they weren't massacred now, they'd be crucified then. In the way of Cervantes' Don Quixote on his horse with his sword, they had no hero to come to their rescue and to defeat their giant windmills. They had no beacon to summon Batman to make those bad men who rigged the financial system and forced foreclosures demand that the big, bad bank give them back their home. With no friends and no family there to help them, comfort them, and support them in their time of need, alone with their bad selves, they had no one but themselves. Losing the House but Winning Mom 01 Now with laws passed against them by those so called public servants that they voted in to supposedly serve the people, they seemingly only served themselves and the top one percent of voters. Their representatives in Congress and in the House of Representatives turned their backs on the rest of the population for greed, for money, for power, and for influence. Other than small segments broadcasted on the nightly news and those forgotten articles written in yesterday's newspapers, no one cared that much of the middleclass were unemployed, underemployed, homeless, and disenfranchised. Even when the President of the United States gave his speeches to declare his outrage, with him powerless to get anything done in Congress, it was nothing more than lip service. It was nothing more than grandstanding that he was for the people, of the people, and with the people when he was bought and paid for like every other public servant. Already beholden to the rich, influential, and powerful, Congress had their priorities and it wasn't the middleclass they were publically serving. * * * * * With Michael learning early what most people never know, whenever politicians were talking, they were lying. The bottom line was, no matter how outrageous and obvious this act of greed and power was, no one went to jail. No one was arrested. No one was even charged for the financial meltdown. Why would they be? Why should they be? The faction of good old boys all made money, lots and lots of money. As long as those players were paid for taking advantage of the hardworking middleclass, nothing personal, it was business as usual. It was nothing personal when Americans lost their jobs. It was nothing personal when Americans lost their house. It was nothing personal when Americans had their 401K's flushed down the toilet and their retirement savings gone. It was nothing personal when Americans had no health insurance and were burdened for the rest of your miserable lives to payback student loans for college degrees that couldn't get them a good paying, full-time job, with benefits. It was nothing personal when banks hounded everyone to accept credit cards debt that they couldn't afford. It was nothing personal that the average American now had no savings, no future, and no hope other than hoping to win the lottery. Good luck with that. The odds are against you as the lottery is more rigged than a crooked slot machine in a mob run casino. Yet with everything happening for a reason, with every dog having its day, and with every cloud having a silver lining, Michael was comforted by clichés. His mother professed a million of them learned from her grandmother who learned them from her grandmother before her. With them having little money and now no home, he had nothing but his clichés to maintain his positive attitude, his sense of self, and his sense of family. No doubt, for clichés to be overused phrases, and with them having been used at the right time and in the right place, the clichés must all be true and effective in summing up things that begged a definition. 'Thank God for clichés,' he thought to himself. He had nothing else but clichés to stop him from going ape shit crazy, to grab a gun, and to kill those dirty bitches and filthy bastards at the bank he felt were responsible for them losing their home. Only, bank managers, loan officers, and tellers weren't the villains. Like everyone else, they were just doing their jobs. Unable to target and shoot the real criminals, those powerful men at the top and those who were truly responsible for taking their home, they were hidden behind their mansion walls and protected by those soulless lawyers who graduated from Harvard and from Yale. An old boys' club that still exists today, no one, not gangbangers, not drug lords, and not foreign governments could ever get the better of those mighty men who graduated with law degrees to go into public service, banking, and/or international finance. In the way that sitting judges and congressmen and congresswoman are, they are all above the law that they are sworn to uphold and to protect. Earning their law degrees, their licenses to legally steal, with Jennifer and Michael totally defenseless, there was nothing that he and his mother could do. There was nothing that anyone could do but to drop their drawers, bend over, and grin and bear while being fucked up the asses by these thieving cocksuckers. The American middleclass as a whole, whether losing their jobs, having their unions busted, having their 401K's dissipated, or being forced out of their homes, were all fucked up the asses by the billionaire, big, Wall Street players. With their dirty deals done behind closed, boardroom doors, the average person wouldn't hear the real story of what happened for years. On the bad side, their new reality, they were homeless. On the good side, a positive benefit to losing their home, no longer having to pay for their interest inflated mortgage, they were free. Cash strapped before, they were flush with money now. Yet, even though these assholes who ruined the economy and who ruined the equality and quality of life for most average folks, no one went to jail. No one was arrested. No one was even charged. Unbelievable. Go figure. Those bank robbers who hold up a bank at gun point and get nothing more than a few thousand dollars are doomed to spend ten years or more behind bars. Yet, accountants, lawyers, stock brokers, bankers, and politicians who routinely steal billions of dollars don't see a day behind bars. Where's the justice in this country? Politicians point to Mexico, Russian, China, Cuba, and Iran as the worst places in the world to live, yet, the United States of America leads the list as the worst place for the average American to earn a living and to live the American dream. God bless America my ass. There is no God and if there was a God, he should never bless America just as he should never bless a priest who abuses children and Bishops, Cardinals, and the Pope who don't do anything about the atrocities. Dante Alighieri had it right when he wrote, Dante's Inferno more than 700 years ago. Indeed, with Vatican City, the city of Gold and the richest city in the world made from the backs of the poor, the Popes, the Cardinals, and the Bishops all belong in the 9th circle of Hell when they die. The only good people in the Catholic Church who should not burn in eternity are the nuns who live their lives in obscurity and poverty while helping the poor and the sick. Now that the bank took their house, the pressure was off them to come up with the big, balloon payment money every month for a house they couldn't afford to keep and for a house that continued to fall in value. With their house gone, their credit ruined, and their lives in shambles, starting all over again, once they get back on their feet, they'll find an apartment. This motel room was nothing more than a temporary roof over their heads with a door to protect them those who lurked in the darkness. This motel room was only temporary accommodations to keep them dry from the rain, sound from the wind, warm the cold, and safe from those wanting to do them harm. Now freeing up their monthly budget, at least they had enough money to afford this room until they found better accommodations and something closer to work. If Michael could find a place nearer work, he could walk to work and leave his mother the truck. * * * * * "Trick or treat," there were still more kids knocking at their door and hoping for candy. A barrage of children dressed in Halloween costumes knocked at their motel room door every few seconds. "Trick or treat." Michael looked at his watch. It was only 7 pm. He couldn't wait until all the kids went home to eat their candy before going to bed on a sugar high. Not opening the door, ignoring kids still walking by and knocking, Michael opened the closet and pulled out the extra blanket. He smelled it. It smelled musty. Giving his mother the bed, he planned on sleeping in the chair. He put the blanket by the chair and moved the chair closer to the bed so that he could at least put his feet up on the bed and stretch out his legs more to be somewhat more comfortable. Sleeping in the chair, even though he sexually fantasized of sleeping with his mother, would afford his mother the modesty she deserved and give his mother the privacy she needed. Sleeping in the chair would be better than sleeping on the floor. God knows what creepy crawlers would crawl on him during the night. Not afraid of bugs but he didn't want to be bitten by a spider again, especially if he could help it. Having been bitten by enough spiders during his job as a pest control worker, with his hands and legs swelling up like a balloon, he had some nasty spider bites before to know how much they can hurt. If he had bug spray, he'd spray all the vents and the doorjamb before going to bed. He'd stop at the hardware store and buy some tomorrow. "May I have one of your pillows Mother?" Jennifer looked at him with confusion. She made a face seemingly at his foolishness in sleeping in the chair. "What are you doing?" He returned her look of confusion with his look of confusion. "I'm getting ready for bed," he said while trying to get more comfortable in the small chair in readiness to sleep in the chair rather than in the bed. "I'm tired, achy, and sore from loading and unloading the truck. It's been a long, emotional, nerve wracking day," he said letting out a big sigh along with a big yawn. "I don't know which took more of a toll on me, the physical labor of moving all of that furniture or the emotional drain of losing our home," he said looking at his mother. In the way she looked at the Sheriff evicting her, Jennifer looked at her son with steadfast determination, motherly love, and incestuous desire. Someone who usually got her way, she was a strong willed woman. Never afraid, not backing down from a fight, or unprepared for a challenge, Michael could only imagine what she'd be like in bed. Indeed, imagining her to be a spirited lover, she'd be quite the wild cat. Only, unable to experience his mother sexually, he'd never know what she was like sexually in bed. "Physically and emotionally, the combination of both is what drained you," said his mother. "But you can't sleep in a chair honey," she said with a nervous laugh while looking at him as if he was insane. She looked at him in the way he looked at her. She looked at him as if she was suddenly horny. She paused in her thoughts of what she was about to say next to look at him while biting her lip before blurting out her words. "You'll sleep in the bed with me," she said giving him an inviting smile, a sexy albeit naughty look, and hitting the bed with her open hand. To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Losing the House but Winning Mom 02 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * Mother invites her son to sleep in the same bed with her. Continued from Chapter One: "May I have one of your pillows?" Jennifer looked at him with confusion. "What are you doing?" He returned her look of confusion with his look of confusion. "I'm getting ready for bed," he said while trying to get more comfortable in readiness to sleep in the chair. "I'm tired from loading and unloading the truck. It's been a long day," he said yawning and stretching before letting out a big sigh. As if she was looking at a man in a bar or at a club, she looked at her son with sexual interest. "It has been a very, long day," she said. She continued looking at him while watching him feebly trying to make the chair more comfortable and into a bed. "I don't know which took more of a toll on me, the physical labor of moving all of that furniture or the emotional drain of losing our home," he said looking at his mother. In the way she looked at the Sheriff evicting her, Jennifer looked at her son with steadfast determination. She was a strong willed woman. "The combination of both is what drained you," said his mother. "But you can't sleep in a chair honey," she said with a nervous laugh while looking at him as if he was insane. She paused to look at him while biting her lip before blurting out what she said next. "You'll sleep in the bed with me," she said giving him an inviting smile and hitting the bed with her open hand. * * * * * Chapter Two: Now, he was the one who looked at her as if she was insane. "What? Mom? No," he said looking at her as if he wanted to do more than just sleep with her. "I can't sleep in bed with you," he said while the thoughts of having wild, forbidden sex with his mother filled his head with incestuous lust. He felt his cock hardening with the thoughts of sleeping next to his mother. He felt his cock hardening with the thoughts of seeing something or touching something of his mother's body that he shouldn't see and/or touch during the night while sleeping with his mother. His lips were saying no but his cock was saying yes. "Don't be silly Michael. We can share the bed. It's a queen sized bed," she said looking at the bed and then looking from the bed to look at him. "We have plenty of room. You stay on your side and I'll stay on my side. We'll sleep together in this bed. Okay?" She invited him to share her bed. What man in his right mind would turn her down? Only, she was his mother and he was her son. "I'm comfortable enough here in the chair Mom. Really, don't worry about me," he said suddenly looking pathetic. He knew by giving his mother that look of self-pity that she'd never allow him to sleep in the chair. Definitely, he'd be sleeping in bed with her. "Besides, I can't sleep anyway with all the noise outside and the motel filled with people coming and going." She rolled her eyes and sighed in the way she does whenever he was being difficult and/or stubborn. "Please. You must sleep with me. You need your rest," she said pausing to look at him and as if to read him before giving him a valid argument why he should forsake his modesty and sleep in the same bed with his mother. When she said that he must sleep with her, he wasn't thinking about sleeping when sleeping with his mother. He was thinking about sex. He was thinking of having sex with his mother. Now he wondered if she knew what she said when she said, you must sleep with me. Now he wondered if she was sexually teasing him in the way that she teased him about her being glad that she didn't wear her short skirt and flashing him her panties on such a windy day. "Mom, I don't know. That would be really awkward sleeping with you in the same bed," he said hoping that she wouldn't take no for an answer. She made a sad, pouty face that she does whenever she wants him to give in and allow her to have her way. "Besides, it's the only way we'll stay warm. We'll keep one another warm. This room is already cold and will soon get even colder. The thermostat doesn't work," she said wrapping her arms around herself while shivering. Stay warm? His mother wants him to keep her warm. Oh, God, this just gets better and better. He'd like to keep his mother more than warm. He'd love to keep her sexually satisfied. Instead of walking to the bed, Michael walked to the heater to play with the knobs and buttons. Nothing. Obviously it was broken. Then, he walked over to the phone and picked up the receiver. "I'll call the office. Maybe they can fix it or give us another room," he said. Just as he said that, more kids knocked at their motel room door. "Trick or treat. Trick or treat. Trick or treat." She looked at him in the way she looked at him when she told him they didn't have any food and had no money to buy any. Now with the bank not taking all of their money and no longer having to pay house insurance, the utilities, and the upkeep, at least now they had enough money to pay for the room and to buy food. Except for their terrible living accommodations, they were in a better financial place now than they were before. "Don't call the office. I don't want trouble," she said. "Besides, this is the last room they had. We're not the only ones who lost their house today. The Sheriff's Department was out in full force today. Seemingly we're not the only people down on their luck," she said. "Besides, the motel owner gave me ten dollars off of the daily price of the room because there's no heat in this room. The heater is busted and won't be fixed until sometime next week," she said pointing to the silent unit. As if he was a homeless man and by definition he was, instead of a 22-year-old man with a good job that earned decent money, he removed the blanket from the chair to wrap it around himself. "What about the hot water? Do we have hot water for showers tomorrow?" Happy to report, as if glad to give him the good news, she gave him a motherly smile. "We have hot water. I already checked. The broken heater had no effect on the hot water. Thank God," she said. "You know how much I enjoy my long, hot showers." He wondered if his mother masturbated. He wondered if his mother masturbated while taking a long, hot shower. He remembered all of the times he wished he had the courage to barge in on his mother while she was taking a shower. He always wanted to see her topless. He always wanted to see her naked. Opening her bathroom door on the pretense that he had to pee, but with them having three bathrooms, that excuse wouldn't float. Instead, he just imagined what she looked like without her clothes while masturbating himself. Now, she invited him not to have sex with her but to sleep with her. What are the odds of his sexual fantasy ever happening? He hadn't slept with his mother since he was a child after having a bad dream. Imagining himself in bed with his mother, he could feel his cock pulsating in his pants. He wanted to say yes but he couldn't. He couldn't sleep with his mother. He just couldn't. He couldn't trust himself sleeping in the same bed with is mother. "Mom," he said. He looked at her as if she was nuts when, already filled with incestuous lust, he was the crazed one and not her. While only concerned for his welfare, she was a normal mother who wanted them to stay warm and he was a perversely perverted man sexually attracted to his mother. His sexual dream come true, he'd love nothing more than to sleep in the same bed with his mother. He'd love nothing more than to accidentally on purpose touch and feel some part of her shapely body while she slept. "What?" She gave him the smile that only a mother can give her son. "I can't sleep in the same bed with you," he said shaking his head side to side as if he needed that extra bit of negativity to stop him from climbing in bed with her. * * * * * He wanted to add that the reason why he couldn't sleep in the same bed with her was for her own protection against his inappropriate, incestuous, sexual advances. He wanted to tell her that he couldn't trust himself not to touch her and feel her as she slept. He couldn't trust himself not to lift the sheet to see if her nightgown was high enough for him to see her naked ass or pussy. Now she looked at him as if he was nuts while he looked at her wishing she was drunk and horny. He remembered that night two years ago when she came home drunk from her 40th birthday party. Her girlfriends took her to one of those CFNM strip club shows. She was so drunk. She was so horny. As soon as she opened the front door after her girlfriends dropped her off, she fell in his arms. Kissing and kissing him, he had the urge to slip her his tongue but he didn't. He didn't dare. He couldn't. He had the urge to feel her where a son should never touch and feel his mother but he didn't. He didn't dare. He couldn't. If he had French kissed her while touching her and feeling her where no son should ever touch and feel his mother, how would he face her in the morning? He had the urge to put her to bed. He imagined undressing her while touching her and feeling her everywhere. Only, he didn't. He couldn't. Yet, that didn't stop him from masturbating while imagining French kissing his mother and feeling her through her clothes. That didn't stop him from imagining removing her clothes and putting her to bed topless and/or naked. Only, he didn't. He couldn't. "Why not? Why can't you sleep in the same bed with me? I don't smell," she said laughing and lifting her arm to smell her armpit. "And I promise not to fart," she said laughing again. He looked at her in the way that a man would sexually and lustily look at a woman when alone in a motel room with her instead of in the way a son should be lovingly and morally looking at his mother. She was his mother and he was her son. How could he even think of taking sexual advantage of her? Why was he so tortured with having forbidden sexual thoughts for his mother? If only she knew what he was thinking, he'd be so embarrassed. If only she knew what he was thinking, she'd tell him to get another room. Only, there weren't any other rooms. This room was their last room. The motel was full. "Because you're my mother and I'm your son," he said averting his stare when he caught himself staring at the shape of her ample breasts through her blouse and bra. Instead of telling her the truth, instead of telling her that he didn't trust himself to sleep in the same bed with her, he gave her a lame excuse. "People will talk." For all that he was incestuously and sexually thinking about his mother, now he looked at her with embarrassment, guilt, and shame and she looked at him with anger and frustration. The best excuse, the only excuse that he could come up with was that people would talk. Well, that excuse was enough to set her off on a tirade. "People?" She laughed. "What people? We don't have any people," she said with rage. "With no one lifting a finger to help us, we're all alone in this world. Just as you're the only one that I have, I'm the only one that you have. It's just us against the world Michael. It's just us against the world." She looked at him with tears in her eyes. "Sorry Mom," he said. Not wanting to upset her any more than she already was, instead of going to her to hold her and hug her, he just stood there and stared at his mother. Afraid to touch her, he feared that he'd try to kiss her while feeling her through her clothes. Besides, afraid to touch her when she was like this, he knew she needed to have her moment to vent. She needed to rant and to rave. She needed to get it all out of her system. She needed to think. She always came up with a plan and/or an idea to move them higher up the ladder of the food chain after she thought about what to do next. Once she cleared her mind of old problems, she always found the solutions to the new ones. Leave it to her, she always came up with an idea before developing a plan. Yet, with her always in control before, seemingly she was losing it now. With him always trusting her judgment before, he didn't know if he could trust her judgment now. Maybe, with her getting pregnant right after graduating college, still angry more than twenty years later that she didn't live her dream of having the ideal life, she was getting too old to continue to fight. Maybe her days of battling the demons that hid in the dark to prey on the helpless and the powerless are over. Maybe with her unable to fight the good fight anymore she had resigned herself to accepting the misery that was now her life. With her protesting and taking a stand against those people who abused their power and their influence, maybe now she realized, as one, lone woman against a barrage of rich and powerful men, that there's nothing that she can do. "We had no one offering us a place to stay," she said with her voice shaking and her finger wagging. "Even after I told them all that we were losing the house and were going to be put out on the street, not willing to beg, our friends and neighbors didn't lift a finger to help us. As if we were diseased and were already gone from their lives and from their minds, they turned their backs on us, closed their doors, and shaded their windows," she said. Having gone through it all with her too, he looked at her with understanding eyes. Even when she was this angry, she was so pretty. Even when she was out of her mind with rage, he wanted to hold her and kiss her while feeling her through her clothes. A sexist remark and yet another incestuous thought, maybe she needs to get laid. He'd love nothing more than to make love to his mother. He'd love nothing more than to fuck his mother. He'd love nothing more than to pound her pussy until she had orgasm. Then, maybe she'd be so grateful that he gave her an orgasm, with his cock, she'd give him one with her mouth. He couldn't help but wonder if giving his mother hot sex would relax her. Only, with him her son and she his mother, giving his mother hot sex would no doubt make her even more crazed. "Mom, I'm sure that if they knew how bad it was, they would have helped us," he said trying to calm her. Instead he riled her even more. She looked at him with fire in her eyes. She looked at him as if he was the enemy. "They saw us standing out in the street with our furniture. They knew we were out there. They saw you loading the rental truck. Still no one lifted a finger to help us," she said looking as if she was about to cry. "They didn't even offer us a cup of coffee or ask where we were going?" Michael looked at his mother with sadness. She was all he had. He didn't want her flipping out now. He didn't know what he'd do if he didn't have his mother in his life. "Mom, it's okay. We'll get through this. Don't worry," said Michael. "Calm down. Take a breath. Relax," he said. Only when he looked over at her, having seen her like this before, she was getting angrier instead of calmer. As if she was Granny Clampett jumping up and down on the front porch while holding a shotgun in readiness to shoot revenuers, he was glad that his mother didn't have a gun. "When I think about all the food and booze that I put out every Halloween to entertain the whole neighborhood, now that we're in our time of need, not one person offered their help. Well, they can all go and fuck themselves. Do you hear me?" She looked up at the ceiling. "Fuck you too God because there is no God for something like this to happen to good people. It's apparent to me now that God is dead but the Devil is alive and well and he's right here sitting beside me on this bed in this stinking motel room in Thousand Oaks, California." Michael walked over to his mother and took her in his arms to give her a hug. When hugging her, instead of thinking about losing the house and instead of thinking about comforting her, perversely and incestuously, all he could think about was that he could feel the back of her C cup bra through her blouse with his horny fingers. When he hugged her, he imagined having sex with his mother. When he hugged her, all he could think of is how good it felt to feel his mother's firm body against his hard body. When he hugged her, he imagined kissing her while feeling her through her clothes. If he was horny before, after hugging his mother he was even hornier now. Holding his mother, his dream woman, made him sexually want her even more. He wished he could have sex with her. While hugging her, he so wanted to reach down and feel her ass while squeezing her ass but he didn't dare. Not wanting to disrespect her, especially at a time like this, she had already been through enough. She didn't need him making an incestuous, sexual pass at her. Besides, his mother wasn't like that. She wasn't a slut or a whore. She wasn't into incest in the way he was into incest when thinking about having sex with his mother whenever he was masturbating himself. Knowing his mother, she probably doesn't even masturbate. Knowing his mother, she probably doesn't sexually think about him in the way that he sexually thinks about her. Knowing his mother, she'd think him a monster if ever he made his incestuous feelings known by making a sexual pass at her. Especially at a time like this, when she was so upset over losing the house, how dare he even think of having sex with his mother? "Don't upset yourself again Mom. What's done is done. We did everything we could to keep the house. We fought the good fight," he said knowing that he was lying and that they were helpless and unable to put up any fight against the bank taking their home. With her clinging on to him, hanging onto him and holding him tight as if he was her husband instead of her son, he imagined leaning down to kiss her. He imagined parting her lips with his tongue and French kissing his mother. He imagined making out with his mother while feeling her beautiful body through her clothes. With him living in a small room with his mother while continually breathing in the same air, feeling as if he was even more part of her than just being her son, his incestuous thoughts were inflamed and amplified. "We never should have bought that house. That house was evil from the start," she said looking like she was going to cry again. "The Devil lived in that house." Michael kissed his mother on the forehead even though he so wanted to kiss her on her lips. "Don't get yourself upset all over again. It's over. The worst has happened. Actually, that's not even the worst that could have happen. We're both healthy and alive," he said. "Tomorrow is a new day and our fresh start. We'll look for a place to stay this weekend. This isn't so bad," he said looking around the small room. "There's everything we need here and food is just a block away." * * * * * In the way she had always encouraged him and made him feel better about his failures and his disappointments, he did the same for her. They were their own cheering club. Soon to find out, he wondered what it would be like living in this small room with his mother. Definitely, it wouldn't be so bad. They liked one another. They were not just mother and son, they were friends, best friends. Yet, living in such a small place and a suffocating space with his mother would be so much better if he was sexually intimate with her. Even though he knew he'd never know what it would be like to be intimate with his mother, he wondered what it would feel like to kiss her, French kiss her. Even though he knew she'd never agree to have sex with him, he wondered what it would feel like to make love to his mother. Then, suddenly feeling perversely perverted, he wondered what it would feel like to fuck his mother, really pound her pussy to orgasmic pleasure. Humping her harder and humping her faster, he'd love to hear her breathing hard in his ear. Losing the House but Winning Mom 02 He wondered what she sounded like when having an orgasm. He wondered what it would feel like to having his mother's hand on his cock. He wondered what it would feel like to have her stroke him before kneeling in front of him to suck him. In the way he wondered how it would feel like to have his cock buried in his mother's pussy, he wondered what it would feel like to have his cock in his mother's mouth. He wished he could masturbate without his mother knowing that he was masturbating. Only, with neither one having much privacy in this motel room, he'd have to save masturbating himself until later. If they were sexually intimate, he wouldn't have to masturbate. If they were sexually intimate, they could pass the time and temporarily forget their worries and woes by having sex, incestuous sex. With him imagining how she looked naked not quite enough, he would love to know what his mother looked like topless. If only he could see her tits, just once, giving him enough fodder for him to masturbate more accurately over the imagined image of her naked breasts for the rest of his life, he'd be so happy. Having never seen her without her clothes, he wondered what she looked like topless and/or naked. He could only imagine what she looked like topless and/or naked. A sexual, sexy, incestuous dream come true, if only for a split second he could see his mother topless and/or naked, he'd no longer have to imagine what her tits, her ass, and her pussy looked like. Knowing that he couldn't and wouldn't ever see his mother topless and/or naked, nothing more than an outrageous, incestuous, sexual fantasy he enjoyed having when masturbating himself, he wished he could sleep naked and in the same bed with her. Only, his mother didn't sleep naked. She always wore a nightgown. Making himself unbearably horny, now, he was just sexually teasing himself of thoughts that would never happen. With her a modestly moral woman, she'd never go for having incestuous sex with her son or even showing him her topless and/or naked body. She'd never show him what she looked like in her bra, never mind showing him her tits. She's never show him what she looked like in her bra and panty, never mind showing him her naked body. If she never show him her naked body, she'd never sleep with him when naked. In all the years he lived with her after his father left her for another woman, a much younger woman, he had only seen brief, up skirt flashes of her panties and brief, down blouse flashes of her bra and cleavage. Yet, he had seen enough of her through her sheer, thin nightgowns to know that she had a sexy and shapely body beneath her clothes. "Too good to be true, I knew there was something wrong with the bank giving someone like us a mortgage," she said looking at him for his agreement. "What was I thinking? Blinded by the dream of owning our own house, I should have went with my instincts," she said blaming herself for something that was totally out of her control. "They tricked me into believing that I was deserving of a mortgage. They took advantage of me. They deceived me into believing that we would financially afford and finally have our dream home," she said continuing to beat up herself. Michael was quick to defend his mother. "You couldn't have known Mom what they were doing behind the scenes. No one knew what was happening back then," said Michael. "Even the financial experts were mystified that someone could devise such a wicked scheme with such a dastardly plan." Jennifer fisted her hand in frustration. "We were nothing but pawns in an economic, criminal game of lying, cheating, and deception of Wall Street hedge funds and derivative managers," she said. "Banks were betting against us and against their own mortgages in hopes that we would fail and couldn't afford to pay our inflated mortgages. As if they all had side bets, with us the tiny ball rolling in the opposite direction on a giant roulette wheel, they sold junk bonds as insurance to cover their business loses when we didn't have those safety nets in place. They made more money with us not paying our mortgage than they would if we paid out mortgage," she said with bitterness mixed with anger. He patted her hand in his feeble attempt to calm her. "You're right Mom," said Michael. He knew that she needed to go through this to come out the other side sane and with a clear head to thing what their next move should be. "Those assholes. Either way, whether we paid our mortgage or not, they made money. Then, even after they made their money, they still took our house. Those banks didn't lose a penny. To add even more profit to their bottom lines, Treasury Secretary Paulson gave them golden parachutes with billion dollar bailouts. Where's our golden parachute? Where's out bailout? Instead our bailing us out, the ones who need it the most, we get evicted from our house." She looked at her son with sadness. "It wasn't our fault Mom. They used us. They played us. With billions of dollars at stake, greed and power corrupted them, especially when there was no one to call them on any of it, not even the SEC," he said. "Then, leveling the playing field and to avoid prosecution, Angelo Mozilo, CEO of Countrywide Bank, President Bush's close, personal friend, gave any member of congress and of the house, who wanted one, low interest bank loans. Nothing more than hush money, I don't know why they all weren't charged with conflict of interest and/or conspiracy at the very least," he said. She looked at her son with dejection. "It was a well-orchestrated scam of bright men over average, hardworking, people, common folk who just wanted to own their own home. By offering me, an average American a home mortgage and making me believe that I could afford it, the bank turned my head around for me to think that I could live in a nice house and in a safe neighborhood," she said. He was angrier that his mother was upset than he was that they lost the house. "It's okay Mom. It's okay," said Michael patting her hand when he'd much rather feel her tits while fingering her pussy. She looked at him with fire in her eyes. She looked at him in the way that he imagined her looking at him with sexual passion should ever they be intimate with one another. "All of those bastards and bitches who crashed the stock market should have gone to jail but no one was even arrested or even charged with a crime," she said letting go of her son to pace the room. "When a black man is shot in the back by the police for stealing a loaf of bread to feed his family," she said wagging her index finger, "how could Wall Street's, Caucasian, stock traders steal billions of dollars without penalty?" As if she was she was Ellie Mae Clampett from the Beverly Hillbillies of old, she was getting all riled up again. Only, they didn't leave a shack in the Ozarks for a mansion in Beverly Hills. They left a three thousand square foot, four bedroom, and three bath house in a nice neighborhood to rent a 300 square foot room in the seedy part of downtown. "Well, like millions of others who lost their homes, now we know we've been scammed out of our dream and out of our money. Yet, we held onto that house longer than most folk did or would. When the interest rate went up and the valuation of our house went down, and we were unable to refinance, we should have stopped paying the mortgage. We should have known right then that it was all just a scam," said Jennifer. With his mother continuing to feed the flame, Michael was angry all over again too. "We should have walked away from that house like all those other people did," he said sharing his mother's anger. "We would have ruined our credit but we would have salvaged our pride and left ourselves with more money than we have now." Not knowing how to make his mother feel any better other than to stop feeding her more fuel, he remained quiet while looking at her with sorrow. "If I knew then what I know now, I would have had them take the house a year earlier," she said with sadness. She looked away from her son to stare down at the mattress. "It's not our fault. We were just trying to take our piece of the pie to live the American dream. We didn't know that the pie was already poisoned. We didn't know that our dream was a nothing but a nightmare," he said careful to not raise his voice and further upset his mother any more than she was. Then, expecting her to still be upset, instead, she gave him a sexy look that she had never given him before. She gave him a sexy look he had seen on her face before but not a look that she had ever given him. She gave that same, sexy look to that man who brought her home from work. When they pulled up in his car and he got out to walk her to the door, Michael peeped out at them from his bedroom window. Expecting them to kiss, expecting the man to feel his mother through her clothes in the way he wished he could feel his mother through her clothes while kissing her, the man didn't kiss his mother. While waiting for the kiss to happen, he watched them standing on the porch and staring at one another in silence. In the way she looked at that man then was the way she was looking at him now. He could tell his mother liked that man who drove her home from work. It was obvious she liked him when she twirled her hair between her fingers and looked at him with those big, green, beautiful eyes in the way she was curling her hair between her fingers and looking up at him now. Definitely, he could tell his mother liked the man. He could tell his mother wanted and expected to be kissed. Only, just as he wouldn't dare kiss his mother, that man didn't kiss his mother either. 'God, damn it! Why didn't he kissed her? She deserved to be kissed. If that was him standing there on the front porch with his mother, he would have kissed her,' he thought while remembering that awkward moment his mother experienced. Yet, here he was sitting with his mother and even though she looked like she wanted and expected to be kissed, just as that man didn't kiss her then, he didn't kiss her now either. How could he kiss her? He couldn't kiss her in the way that a man kissing a woman. She was his mother. He didn't dare kiss her in a sexual way. What was wrong with him for even having such a thought of kissing his mother sexually while feeling her though her clothes. "Would you like to come inside?" His mother looked at the man seemingly already knowing that he wasn't going to accept her invitation to come inside. He was just giving her a ride home and nothing more than that. Instead of giving her an interested look, he gave her a panicked look. He gave her the look that a married man would give a single woman. He looked from her to look at the front door before looking back at her. "Thank you, no, um, sorry, I have to get home," he said turning towards his car and walking down the steps. Seemingly feeling as if he needed to give her more of an explanation why he declined her invitation, he turned to face her before leaving. "I just had a messy divorce. I'm not looking to begin another relationship. Not yet. Not now. Sorry," he said getting in his car. As if he was her last hope, he remembered seeing his mother standing there dejectedly while watching him drive away. Obviously, she was lonely. Obviously, she liked him and thought that he liked her too. Obviously, she expected more from him. Obviously, she was looking to latch onto a man, but not just any man. She was looking for a man she liked. She was looking for a man who she thought was good and who would help her keep her house. As if he was standing there with her on the front porch, he could feel her rejection from his bedroom. If he wasn't her son, he'd kiss her. If he wasn't her son, he'd feel her through her clothes while kissing her. To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Losing the House but Winning Mom 03 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Mother strips naked in front of her son in readiness to sleep in the same bed. * Continued from Chapter Two: "Would you like to come inside?" His mother looked at the man seemingly already knowing that he wasn't going to accept her invitation to come inside. He was just giving her a ride home and nothing more than that. Instead of giving her an interested look, he gave her a panicked look. He gave her the look that a married man would give a single woman. He looked from her to look at the front door before looking back at her. "Thank you, no, um, sorry, I have to get home," he said turning towards his car and walking down the steps. Seemingly feeling as if he needed to give her more of an explanation why he declined her invitation, he turned to face her before leaving. "I just had a messy divorce. I'm not looking to begin another relationship. Not yet. Not now. Sorry," he said getting in his car. As if he was her last hope, he remembered seeing his mother standing there dejectedly while watching him drive away. Obviously, she was lonely. Obviously, she liked him and thought that he liked her too. Obviously, she expected more from him. Obviously, she was looking to latch onto a man, but not just any man. She was looking for a man she liked. She was looking for a man who she thought was good and who would help her keep her house. As if he was standing there with her on the front porch, he could feel her rejection from his bedroom. If he wasn't her son, he'd kiss her. If he wasn't her son, he'd feel her through her clothes while kissing her. * * * * * Chapter Three: "Let's go to bed," said Jennifer jogging him from his memory of watching his mother interact with a man from work whose only interest in her was giving her a ride home. Just as he felt her pain then for a man she liked but who obviously didn't like her enough and in that way, he felt her pain now. "Okay," he said. They had gone from living in their dream house to living in this rundown, motel room. "It's been a long day and I'm tired." She looked up at the ceiling and continued her gaze around the room as if looking for bugs. Then, she sat on the bed pensively as if suddenly in deep thought. With all of her girlfriends laughing and having fun, she was seemingly out of touch with everyone else. She danced to a different drum beat than the one that everyone else followed in step. Known to be a deep thinker, his mother was always thinking. No doubt, just as he was preoccupied with the thought of all that happened that day, she was thinking of all that happened that day too. Always on the same page, they were much like one another in that regard. They would have made a good married couple. They should have been husband and wife instead of mother and son. Obviously, she was thinking of being evicted from her home and losing her home. Obviously, she was thinking about having to put many of the things she loved and that meant so much to her in storage. No doubt, with her fear of bugs preoccupying her thoughts, she was thinking of bugs, big bugs, roaches and spiders, that she imagined were in her storage container and walking all over her possessions before making a home in them. Even more than that, how could she not think of the Sheriff evicting them from their house when he was thinking the same thing too? Then, as if willed her to do it, she did something totally unexpected. She did something she had never done before. She did something he never thought she'd ever do. She did something he never expected her to do. She started unbuttoning her blouse in front of him. 'Holy shit,' he thought while staring at her fingers unbuttoning each button of her blouse. His mother was unbuttoning her blouse in front of him. Feeling lightheaded from the sudden rush of incestuous, sexual excitement, if he had smelling salts, he'd inhale them deeply. He couldn't believe his mother was unbuttoning her blouse. As if he was staring at a stripper stripping onstage, all he could do was stare. Beside himself with a sudden flash of incestuous lust for her, he couldn't believe his MILF of a mother was undressing in readiness for bed right there in front of him. As if she was alone and as if he wasn't in the room with her, instead of her ducking in the bathroom to undress, he couldn't believe his mother was unbuttoning her blouse in front of him. 'Wow! Holy shit. I don't believe this.' In all the years he had lived with her, she had never unbuttoned her blouse in front of him. In all the years he had live with her, he had never seen more than the top of her long line of sexy cleavage and the top of her bra in a quick flash of a down blouse view. In all the years he had lived with her, she never undressed in front of him and here she was undressing in front of him now. Yet, now, hoping that she'd continue unbuttoning her blouse, he was about to see his mother in her bra. His sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe that he was going to see his mother in her sexy, low cut brassiere. 'Wow!' Having never seen much more of her than her cleavage and the top of her bra, he was seeing so much more of his mother now. Not believing what he was seeing, seeing more of her bra clad breasts than he had ever seen before, Michael stared at his mother's exposed bra and cleavage. In the way he had stared at her before, as if she was a striptease artist or an exotic dancer, he continued staring at her as if watching a stripper onstage stripping off her clothes. He couldn't believe his eyes. He continued staring at her as if watching an old girlfriend or the girlfriend of a friend removing her blouse after losing a hand of strip poker. A huge understatement, he was surprised at what he was seeing. He continued staring at her as if they were taken hostage by desperate men and his mother was forced to undress in front of them. Another huge understatement, he was sexually aroused. He never thought he'd be seeing his morally modest mother undressing in front of him. As if she was giving him a private show of her beautiful body, he never thought he'd be seeing his mother's bra clad breasts in the way that he was seeing them now. "Mom," said Michael against his better judgment. Unable to stop himself from saying something, he was shocked by what he was seeing. In respect and to give her some privacy, he turned his back to her but he could still see her in the mirror. "What are you doing?" Not sure why he complained about her undressing, he should have remained quiet. Only, what else was he to do? She was his mother and he was her son. He had the upmost respect for her. He suddenly felt as if he was not only invading her privacy but also violating her with his looks, stares, and leers. It was one thing to sexually and incestuously fantasize about his mother but it was quite another thing to allow her to continue mindlessly undressing herself in front of him. Maybe with her always falling in deep thought, she forgot where she was. Maybe with her preoccupied with thinking about this and that, she forgot he was there with her. Maybe, with her preoccupied in thinking of the tragic events of the day, she thought she was alone in her bedroom instead of in a motel room with her son. Then, maybe she was a sexually attracted to him as he was to her. Maybe she wanted to show him her body and bra clad breasts as much as he wanted to see her body and bra clad breasts. Nah, he really didn't think that was the case at all. In the way that he was a voyeur, his mother wasn't an exhibitionist. His mother wasn't incestuously perverted in the way that he was. Thinking and hoping that she was, his horny imagination was just getting the better of him. He was sorry now that he said anything about her unbuttoning her blouse. He would have liked to see how far his mother would have gone in undressing herself in front of him. Wondering if she would have removed her blouse, he would have liked to see her in her bra. Only, unable to invade her privacy by incestuously violating her with his leering stare, he couldn't sexually take advantage of her like that. Then again, who was he kidding? He definitely could take sexual advantage of his mother like that, especially if she willingly volunteered to undress herself in front of him. "I'm getting ready for bed," she said giving him a look that made him wonder why he even asked her a question with such an obvious answer. With her blouse now completely unbuttoned, she paid him no never mind. Having spoken prematurely, he silently prayed to God that she'd continue undressing in front of him and not suddenly run in the bathroom to finish undressing. Instead of abandoning him for the privacy of the bathroom, she continued unbuttoning the buttons on her sleeves. Obviously knowing that her unbuttoned blouse exposed most of her low cut bra and all of her sexy cleavage, she turned more to face him nevertheless. She looked down at herself with pride before looking up at his reflection in the mirror without embarrassment or shame while he looked at his mother and her bra clad breasts with horniness and lust. As if he was dreaming his mother sitting there in her unbuttoned blouse or sexually fantasizing her bra clad breasts while masturbating himself, he couldn't take his eyes off of her cleavage and bra. Even when concealed beneath her bra, he could tell his mother had fabulous breasts. As if her bra couldn't fully contain them, the tops of her breasts were so round and so full. As if they were firm gelatin, teasing him and tempting him to touch them and feel them, they jiggled with her every movement. He couldn't believe his mother was sitting on the bed with her unbuttoned blouse and in readiness to remove her blouse. 'Oh, my God.' As if he was peeping on her from the open door of her bedroom at home instead of watching her undress in a motel room not ten feet from him, he continued staring at her reflection in the mirror. Somehow in watching her reflection instead of looking at her head-on, he didn't feel as perversely perverted watching his mother undress. From the side, with him having never seen this sexy view of her, the bra cups of her white brassiere made her breasts look even bigger. The side view of her bra clad breasts somehow made her look even sexier than seeing her from the front and seeing her full bra and her exposed cleavage. She had big breasts, C cup breasts, but from the side, they looked even bigger. With her bra a little too small for her abundant breasts, and her bra cups pushing up her meaty breasts in the way of a Wonderbra, she looked like a Victorian lady showing off her big boobs to a suitor. Her big, white, underwire bra made her breasts appear as if they were D cup breasts instead of C cup breasts. A longtime sexual fantasy he had, he'd love nothing more than to see his mother's naked tits. Not sexually satisfied enough for her to remove her blouse and expose her bra to him, he now wondered if she dared remove her bra while he was in the room with her. "Mom?" She looked at him and he looked at her as if he was an artist about to paint his mother with her clothes in disarray. "What?" Already sorry for what he was about to suggest but, thinking that he may rape her and force her to have incestuous sex with him, he didn't trust himself if his mother was going to continue undressing in front of him. As it was now, with her sitting there with her blouse unbuttoned and her cleavage and bra totally exposed to his horny eyes, he wanted to sit beside her and reach up his horny hand to cup her breast through her bra while kissing her. With his imagination running wild, if he was kissing her, French kissing her, while feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples through her bra, he'd lift her bra to expose her breasts and nipples. If he was alone, he'd be masturbating over seeing his mother in her bra. Then, when he looked closer, pushing against the thin satin material of her bra, he could clearly see her big nipples already making their impressions. Obviously, she wasn't wearing a padded bra. Obviously, she was cold and/or sexually aroused. In the same way that he hated pantyhose, he hated padded bras too. "Maybe you should change in the bathroom," he said embarrassed while not believing that he was actually suggesting that his mother take her striptease show behind the closed, bathroom door. About to ruin everything right in the good part, he thought to himself. 'What the Hell is wrong with you for even suggesting that?' Unembarrassed and unashamed, she looked at him and smiled. It was so odd and so sexually exciting at the same time to see his mother sitting there in her unbuttoned blouse with her bra and cleavage exposed. Only, she gave him a different look and a different smile than she normally gives him. Something she never gave him but saved for other men when flirting with them, she gave him a sexy look and a sexy smile. As if he was the man from the gas station, the hardware store, or Post Office, she smiled at him as if he was someone else, someone other than her son. In the way she continued giving him a sexy look and a sexy smile, she smiled at him as if he was a man and she was a woman instead of him being her son and her being his mother. Maybe because she was his mother but it was a weird smile and an even stranger look that she continued giving him. In the way that he had incestuous sex on his mind, if he was reading her correctly and he hoped he was, she looked as if she had incestuous sex on her mind too. As if she was sexually teasing and erotically enticing him by unbuttoning her blouse, she gave him a naughty look and a sexy smile. Between her unbuttoned blouse, her naughty look, and her sexy smile, she made him horny. She aroused him sexually enough to make him want her. He'd love nothing more than to wipe that smile off her face with a kiss, a big, wet kiss, a French kiss. He imagined parting her lips with his tongue while feeling her big breasts and fingering her erect nipples through her bra. He wondered if she'd still look at him in that sexually inappropriate if he kissed her, French kissed her while feeling her hot body through her clothes. "Why?" She gave him that sexy look again while purposely pausing in what she was about to say next. "You've never seen a naked woman before?" As if promising all that he hoped to see of her, she shocked him with what she had just said. 'Naked?' Sitting there with her cleavage and bra exposed to his horny eyes, she now painted him an image of her sitting on the bed naked while he ogled her naked body. In the way that he had imagined his mother topless and/or naked when masturbating over the incestuous, sexual fantasy of having sex with her, he imagined his mother sitting on the bed topless and/or naked now. Only, it's one thing for her to unbutton her blouse but she'd never unhook her bra. In the way that she exposed her bra clad breasts to him, she'd never expose her naked breasts to him. Only, he couldn't help but wonder, 'Is she going to get naked?' He could only hope she'd get naked. He'd settle for her removing her blouse. He didn't think she'd remove her bra and get topless in front of him. He didn't think she'd show him her tits. He'd love nothing more than for his mother to remove her blouse and bra. He'd loved nothing more than to see his mother's naked tits. He'd love nothing more than to see her areolas and nipples. A sexual fantasy come true, if ever he saw his mother's big tits, he'd masturbate over that naked image for the rest of his life. If she was to get naked, that certainly would go a long way in making up for them being homeless and living in a lousy, motel room instead of them being home and in their house and having their yearly Halloween party. Even better than seeing her topless, if she stripped naked in front of him, continuing his sexual fantasy to an extreme, he'd love to strip naked in front of her too. Just as he'd love to see her naked body, he'd loved to show his mother his cock. Already knowing the reaction he'd have seeing his mother topless and/or naked, he wondered what reaction she'd have seeing him naked. He wondered what reaction she'd have seeing his cock. Would she stare or would she look away? Not knowing if she was teasing him or if she was serious about stripping herself naked, he could feel his heart beating faster, his pulse racing quicker, and his cock twitching harder in his pants. She gave him a sexy look that made him horny. She gave him a naughty smile that made him want her. Forbidden in his incestuous lust for his mother, she gave him a sexy, naughty stare that made him want to make her his woman instead of his mother. Now more than just curious, suddenly becoming more the voyeur than her son, he wondered what else she'd remove other than her blouse. He hoped she wasn't joking when she asked him if he had ever seen a naked woman before. He'd love nothing more than for his mother to strip herself naked in front of him. He'd love nothing more than to strip himself naked in front of his mother. 'Wow!' He wondered what else she'd show him other than her bra and cleavage. He'd love to see her panties too. An unbelievable sight to behold, he'd love to watch his mother parade around the room in her bra and panty. How sexy would that be to see his mother in her low cut bra and her white, bikini panties? The first time forgetting being evicted, seeing his mother walking around in her underwear would almost make up for the tragedy of losing the house today. Other than seeing her topless and/or naked, which he knew she'd never show him her topless and/or naked body, he'd settle for seeing her in her bra and panty. If she'd walk around him in her underwear, he'd walk around her in his underwear too. He wondered her reaction would be to seeing his erection tenting his briefs. "I've never seen you naked before," he said making his comment more personal while suddenly envisioning his mother without her clothes. "I'd love to see you naked," he said finally albeit nervously answering her question when she asked him if he had seen a naked woman before. As if it was no big deal to her if he saw her naked, when it was such a monumental deal to him, she rolled her eyes and shrugged. "Well, get used to seeing me without my clothes. Except for the bathroom, there's not much privacy in this one, little room," she said looking around the room again. "Too much of an inconvenience, unless I'm using the toilet, I don't plan on running in the bathroom and closing the door every time I need to dress and undress." She looked at him looking at her while she sat on the bed in front of him in her unbuttoned blouse. He'd never get used to seeing her without her clothes. He'd be so sexually excited to see more of his mother's semi-naked and naked body. If she started parading around him in her underwear, topless, and/or naked, every day would be a holiday. Every day would be a sexual occasion. Every day would give him more and more masturbation fodder. He'd be masturbating day and night over the sight of his mother's body. * * * * * "Your pajama bottoms are in the drawer," she said pointing to the bureau as if hinting for him to undress too. Not leaving him with much of an option, rejecting the notion of wearing pajama bottoms to bed, he looked at the bureau with distain. "I'll sleep in my clothes," he said suddenly feeling awkward to not only undress in front of his mother but also to sleep in bed next to his mother. "I'd be too cold otherwise." It was weird that he suddenly felt uncomfortable undressing in front of his mother. When it's been as much of his sexual fantasy to expose himself to his mother as much as it was to see his mother without her clothes, he would have thought that he'd be eager to undress in front of her. She rolled her eyes and laughed that he said that he'd sleep in his clothes. Losing the House but Winning Mom 03 "You'll ruin your clothes and won't have anything to wear for work tomorrow. Get undressed," she said. "Change in the bathroom or turn off the bathroom light if you must and if that will make you feel more comfortable but—" He picked up on the fear in her voice. "But what?" She looked up at the ceiling and while looking all around the small room. "If it's too dark, I won't be able to sleep. I'll just be thinking of the roaches walking up the wall behind me," she said. He looked around the room with her. His mother hated bugs, especially big bugs. She especially hated cockroaches and spiders. To help ease her mind, moving furniture, he did a complete search of all four corners and baseboards looking for evidence of bugs. Obviously, this place is maintained by a pest control service because he didn't see any sign of bugs dead or alive. "I'll leave the bathroom light on but will close the door a little," he said walking to the bathroom to close the door more. "I've yet to see any roaches. Don't worry. If there's a bug, I'll kill it. How's that?" She continued looking around the room in her obvious search for bugs. "You can close the bathroom door a little more than that," she said. "Right there," she said when he closed it to stop the light from being so intrusive. "And move that chair in front of the door and force the top of it beneath the doorknob. I don't want someone coming in on us during the night. There's no telling who rented this room before us and who has a spare key to this room." Jennifer removed her blouse. Now dressed in just her jeans and bra, she stood to neatly fold her blouse and to remove her jeans. Having never seen his mother in her sexy brassiere before, Michael stared at her in the way he stares at a pornographic movie or at a stripper on stage. Having not yet wrapping his brain around his mother exposing her bra clad breasts to him now she was about to expose her panty clad ass and pussy to him. His libido was on incestuous overdrive. As if she was removing her jeans in slow motion, he couldn't believe his eyes when her manicured fingers were poised on the button her jeans. Then, as if the sound of her zipper split the universal morality of mother and son and inspired incest, she unzipped her jeans. His mother was stripping down to her bra and panty in front of him. He couldn't believe his mother was removing her jeans in front of his horny, incestuous eyes. Then, when she wiggled her shapely ass out of her tight jeans, her white, bikini panties moved down with them enough for him to see the top of her ass crack and the top of her dark brown, pubic hair. He saw the top of his mother's ass crack. He saw the top of her pubic hair. Overwhelmed with all that he had already seen of his mother's body, hoping that she'd show him more, he couldn't wait to see more. 'Oh, my God,' he thought to himself. 'I can't wait to masturbate over this.' Dressed in only her low cut bra and her even more revealing white, bikini panties, she folded her jeans and put her blouse and jeans in one of the drawers in the bureau. Now that he was seeing more of his mother's body and seeing his mother in her underwear, much easier to do, he could better imagine her without her bra and panties. Putting aside the respect that he had for his mother, he stared at her as if she was naked already. He stared at her as if she was a slut, a whore, and one of the prostitutes who went from room to room in the motel. He stared at her in the way a man would stare at a woman standing before him in her sexy underwear and not in the way that a son should stare at his mother. He couldn't believe his mother was walking around him dressed only in her sexy underwear. Even if she didn't remove another article of clothing, he'd be happy. While imagining more, imagining her topless and/or naked, he couldn't wait to masturbate over the thoughts of his mother in her bra and panty. As if she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and she was to him, Michael couldn't remove his eyes from her. Now, dressed only in her underwear, she was his very own sexy Victoria Secrets model albeit without the wings. Now, dressed only in her bra and panties, he wondered what else she'd remove. Knowing full well that she doesn't sleep in her bra, he wondered if she'd dare get topless in front of him. He wondered if she'd show him her tits. He's wondered if she'd dare get naked in front of him. He wondered if she'd show him her naked ass and pussy. No doubt, she'd never get topless in front of him. No doubt, she'd never get naked in front of him. No doubt, she'd probably seek the privacy of the bathroom to remove her bra and/or panties. Knowing his mother would never remove her bra and panties in front of him, seeing his mother in her bra and panties undoubtedly would be as much as he'd see of her. Seeing her in her bra and panties would be all that she'd go in revealing her beautiful body to him. Satisfied with her sexy underwear show, she gave him more to masturbate over than she had ever given him when pleasuring himself. "Wow," he said, an involuntary reaction. He stared at her white bikini panties that showed more of her ass than he had ever seen before. The thin, cotton material clearly delineated the roundness of her ass and clearly defined her ass crack. He stared at her low cut, white bra that showed more of her breasts than he had ever seen before. He could clearly see her big nipples pushing against the satin material of her bra. As far as he was concerned, women look so much better and sexier in their bra and panty than they do naked and his mother looked phenomenal. Then, giving him a look that made him go all soft inside but hard on the outside, she illuminated him with her big green eyes before tossing back her dark brown, shoulder length hair with a flip of her pretty head. Seeing her in her bra and panties, she reminded him of what he imagined Jessica Biel would look like in her underwear and when she's 42-years-old. His mother could be Jessica Biel's older sister. Not understanding how such a beautiful woman can be without a man in her life, he'd be happy to fill that role if only his mother would allow him. "Wow what?" She looked down at where he was looking while he stared at the impressions that her nipples made through her bra. Then, she looked up at him to see him still staring and the reaction on his face to seeing her bra clad breasts and the impressions her big nipples made in her bra. If he was a betting man, judging her by her stare and surprised that she was, he'd say that she was just as sexually aroused showing him her underwear clad body as he was sexually excited seeing her in her underwear. Then, looking further down, he stared at the impression her camel toe made in her panties. Even with all of the up skirt flashes he had seen of his mother over the years, he had never seen her camel toe. It was so sexually erotic to see the outline of her pussy. Stunned, he couldn't believe that, after all the years of living with her, he was finally seeing his mother in her bra and panty. "You have a nice body Mom," he said using that compliment as his excuse to stare at her bra clad breasts and panty clad pussy and ass longer and harder. While imagining going down on her and fingering her pussy while licking her pussy before fucking her pussy, he stared at her toned, flat stomach and her long, shapely legs while not believing that he said that his mother had a nice body. An obvious understatement, she didn't have a nice body, she had a beautiful body. She didn't have a beautiful body, she had a sensational body. Yet, now that she knows that he noticed her body, he'd love nothing more than to slide a slow hand along her shaved legs. He'd love nothing better than to cup his mother's cunt through her panty while sliding a slow finger along her panty clad pussy slit. He'd love nothing better than to make out with his mother while feeling her tits through her bra and fingering her pussy and ass through her panty. Then pushing her panty aside with his horny finger, he'd love nothing better than to rub her clit and finger her pussy while kissing and kissing her. Only, somehow, he knew this was as far as her striptease and sexual teasing show would go. Unfortunately and sexually frustratingly, while wishing she would, if only she would, she'd never remove her bra. Unfortunately and sexually frustratingly, while wishing she would, if only she would, she'd never show him her tits. Unfortunately and sexually frustratingly, while wishing she would, if only she would, she'd never remove her panties. Unfortunately and sexually frustratingly, while wishing she would, if only she would, she'd never show him her naked ass and pussy. With him immersed in the forbidden and ready to open Pandora's Box of incestuous sex, he no longer cared that she was his mother and that he was her son. He made a promise to himself and a silent promise to his mother, if she stripped naked, he'd strip naked too. If she showed him her naked body, he'd show her his naked body too. If only she'd show him her tits, her ass, and/or her pussy, he'd reciprocate the sexual nudity by showing her his cock. If only she'd sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, he'd be so happy. Alas, he was a pitiful pervert sexually lusting over his mother. He was a pitiful pervert sexually lusting over what he could never have. If he didn't feel like a pervert before and he certainly did, he felt like a pervert ogling his mother now. He felt like such a pervert for wanting to show his mother his cock. He felt like such a pervert for wanting to have sex with his mother. What was he thinking? Obviously she felt bad enough losing the house, why would he make her feel worse by showing her that he sexually lusted over her? He wished he could stop incestuously lusting over his mother, a woman he'd never have a sexual relationship with any more than what they had in this moment with her standing before him in her bra and panty. Obviously, she was comfortable undressing in front of him. Obviously, her removing her blouse and jeans to stand before him in her bra and panty was not sexual to her. Obviously, she didn't sexually want him in the way that he sexually wanted her. He needed to stop incestuously lusting over his mother. He needed to be satisfied with seeing his mother in her sexy underwear and not shame himself and embarrass her by soliciting her and trying to seduce her for incestuous sex. If she gave him anything sexually at all, by allowing him to see her in her underwear, she gave him new masturbation material, the most masturbation material she had ever given him. Now, while taking a shower, he couldn't wait to masturbate over all that he was seeing of her. After seeing her in her bra and panty, he was better able to imagine her topless and/or naked. Now he couldn't wait to masturbate while imagining his mother topless and/or naked. He couldn't wait to masturbate while imagining making out with his mother. He couldn't wait to masturbate while imagining touching and feeling his mother through her bra and panty. He couldn't wait to masturbate while imagining having sex with his mother. He couldn't wait. He just couldn't wait. Embarrassing himself, he tried not to stare at his mother standing before him in her sexy underwear. Instead, a nearly impossible feat to ignore the twin elephants in the room, he tried not to stare at her bra clad breasts instead, he forced himself to stare at her pretty face. He tried to maintain eye contact but with the temptation of her beautiful body too great. He couldn't help himself from staring at her bra clad breasts, her panty clad pussy, and her round panty clad ass instead of staring into her beautiful, green eyes. Other than her lacy bra and thin, cotton panty, she was naked. Now that he had seen her in her underwear, he could more imagine what she'd look like topless and/or naked. Berating himself for even having such a thought, he had this sudden urge to push her back on the bed, strip off her bra and panty, and have his wicked sexual way with her. Whether in her hand, in her mouth, or in her pussy or all three, he so wanted to stick his erect cock in his mother. He couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to make out with his mother while feeling her beautiful body through her underwear. He couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to strip off her bra and panty and feel her naked body while kissing and kissing her. He imagined stripping himself naked in front of his mother. He imagined exposing her erect prick to her. He couldn't imagine what it would feel like for his mother to sexually touch and feel him in the way that he wanted to sexually touch and feel her. He couldn't imagine what it would feel like for his mother to stroke his cock before sucking his cock. He couldn't imagine what it would feel like to have his hard, erect cock in her hand, in her mouth, and/or buried in her warm, wet pussy. "You shouldn't be looking at your mother like that," she said with a laugh. Suddenly falling in a daze while staring, leering actually, at his mother, she interrupted his sexual daydream. Even though he was looking, staring at her, ogling her, and leering at his mother in a sexual way, he denied that he was. "I'm not," he said knowing what she meant but he asked the question anyway. "Like what?" As if it was a practiced move, a sexy move, and a sexual move, she tossed back her dark brown hair with a flip of her pretty head. Then, as if she was a fashion model posing after walking down the runway, she pushed out her hip and tilted her body to the side make her appear even more curvaceous than she was. 'Oh, my God,' he thought while staring at her, leering at her, and ogling her. 'She's so beautiful. She's so sexy.' "You shouldn't look at me in a sexual way. You shouldn't look at me in the way that a man looks at woman. You shouldn't look at me in the way that you're looking at me now. That's not how a son should be looking at his mother," she said scolding him but not exactly rebuking him. She was more teasing him than admonishing him. He lowered his gaze from her big, green eyes to stare again at the impressions her nipples made in her bra. As he had seen when she wears her nightgown without the modesty of wearing a bathrobe, she had big nipples that were even bigger when they were erect. Either she was cold, sexually aroused, or a combination of both but her nipples, as evidenced by the big impressions they made in her bra, were erect now. Then, moving his gaze still lower, he stared at the impression her pussy slit made in her panty. Hypnotized by her beauty and sexuality, he stared at her as if he was in a hypnotic daze. He wished he could touch her through her underwear. He wished he could feel and fondle her tits, her pussy, and her ass through her panty and bra. He wished he could finger her big nipples through her bra while slowly rubbing her pussy slit through her panty. He wished he could feel her beautiful body through her bra and panty while kissing her, French kissing her before making love to her. Hard to imagine making love to his mother, he more wanted to fuck his mother. "You still have a wicked, hot body," he said finally looking up at her pretty face. As if she didn't know that she had a wicked, hot body, she acted ignorantly innocent. With feigned modesty, she acted as if she didn't have a wicked, hot body. Putting her hands to her tummy, she looked down at herself before looking up at him. "I do?" She turned to the side before turning to look at her panty clad ass in the mirror. "You're a MILF, Ma," he blurted with a laugh while immediately realizing what he had just said. 'Oh, shit,' he thought. 'Fuck,' he did it now. He called his mother a MILF. Even though she most certainly was, why did he call his mother a MILF? That's his mother and not some drunken whore of a cougar he met in a bar. As soon as he said that, called his mother a MILF, a mother he'd like to fuck, he was sorry that he said that. He couldn't believe he called his mother a MILF to her face. He couldn't believe he just confessed that he'd love to fuck his mother. "I'm a what?" She looked at him as if he had complimented her in a foreign language. He could feel himself turning red. "A MILF," he said softly. "You're a mother that I'd like to um,—" Having already said more than enough, too much, he stopped talking to swallow his words. "I'm a mother that you'd like to what?" She looked at her son and when he didn't answer her, she asked him another question. "Tell me. I want to know. What does MILF mean?" Instead of looking at her, he looked down at the carpet. "Um, it means, that you're a mother that I'd like to fuck," he said turning red. She gave him a sexy look that made him want to admit that he'd love nothing more than to have sex with her. She gave him a sexy look that made him want to admit that he'd love nothing more than to make love to her. She gave him a sexy look that made him want to admit that he'd love nothing more than to fuck her. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to fuck his mother. Whether he was perversely perverted or not, he wasn't embarrassed or ashamed that he not only wanted to have incestuous sex with his mother but also that he wanted to fuck his mother. He wanted to pound her pussy hard and fast until she had an orgasm. Then, after he fucked her, after he gave her an orgasm, he wanted her to suck him. He wanted to cum in her mouth and watch her swallow his cum. Instead of reprimanding him, instead of making him feel bad about himself, she gave him a sexy look. She gave him a naughty look that made him feel exposed on the inside. Then, she gave him a sexy smile that made him feel naked on the outside. She was so pretty when she looked at him in that way. Truth be told, none of this was his fault. Truth be told, her lusting over his mother was all of her fault. She had no one to blame but herself. It was all her fault for unbuttoning her blouse in front of him. It was all her fault for removing her blouse in front of him. It was all her fault for removing her jeans in front of him. It was all her fault from standing in front of him in her panty and bra. It was all her fault for being born so beautiful and so sexy. It wasn't his fault that she was his mother and he was her son. "You'd like to fuck me?" She stared at him while waiting for him to reply. When he stared at the carpet instead of looking at her, she continued in her motherly interrogation of him. "You'd like to fuck your mother? You want to have incestuous sex with me?" She laughed. "Is that it? Is that what a MILF is? I never knew what that acronym meant until now," she said suddenly acting as if he had just complimented her instead of insulted her. He looked at her looking at him. Other than staring down at the carpet, in the way she was looking at him, he knew there was nothing he could possibly say to hide his sexual attraction from her. Other than to cover the bulge in his pants with his hands, in the way she was looking at him, he'd only make his erection appear more obvious. Other than to turn around and face the other way, especially in the way she was looking at him, he knew there was nothing he could do to hide his growing erection that tented his pants from her. So sexually obvious, too sexually obvious, with men getting hard, men were so sexually obvious. Totally opposite, women were more sexually, secretly discreet. With women getting wet and men getting hard, it was so much easier to read the horniness and/or sexual attraction of a man to a woman than it was to read the horniness and/or sexual attraction of a woman to a man. The biggest proof that he wanted to have sex with his mother was his growing erection that pushed against his pants. Feeling sick to his stomach that his mother now knows that not only is he sexually attracted to her but also that he wants to have sex with her and fuck her, he felt like the incestuous pervert that he is. Losing the House but Winning Mom 03 "Yes, I mean, no, Mom, it's just an expression. I'm sorry. That came out all wrong," he said. Not letting him off the hook, she gave him a long look and an even longer pause before she continued speaking and before she continued her interrogation of him. "Look at me," she said. Instead of looking at her, he stared at her bra clad breasts. Instead of looking at her, he stared at the hard impressions her big nipples made in her bra. Instead of looking at her, he stared at her panty clad ass and pussy. Instead of looking at his mother's pretty face and her beautiful green eyes, he stared at his mother standing before him in her underwear. "I am looking at you," he said with a nervous laugh. She laughed a melodious laugh that made him want to take her in his arms and kiss her. He loved her laugh. He loved the way she was looking at him now with love and understanding. "Look at me, not at my bra and not at my panties,' she said with a laugh. "Look me in my eyes," she said. "Look up here and not down there,' she said directing his stare to her beautiful green eyes instead of her big bra clad tits, her blonde trimmed, panty clad pussy, or her round, firm, panty clad ass. To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Losing the House but Winning Mom 04 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Mother strips naked in front of her son. * Continued from Chapter Three: "You'd like to fuck me?" She stared at him while waiting for him to reply. When he stared at the carpet instead of looking at her, she continued in her motherly interrogation of him. "You'd like to fuck your mother? You want to have incestuous sex with me?" She laughed. "Is that it? Is that what a MILF is? I never knew what that acronym meant until now," she said suddenly acting as if he had just complimented her instead of insulted her. He looked at her looking at him. Other than staring down at the carpet, in the way she was looking at him, he knew there was nothing he could possibly say to hide his sexual attraction from her. Other than to cover the bulge in his pants with his hands, in the way she was looking at him, he'd only make his erection appear more obvious. Other than to turn around and face the other way, especially in the way she was looking at him, he knew there was nothing he could do to hide his growing erection that tented his pants from her. So sexually obvious, too sexually obvious, with men getting hard, men were so sexually obvious. Totally opposite, women were more sexually, secretly discreet. With women getting wet and men getting hard, it was so much easier to read the horniness and/or sexual attraction of a man to a woman than it was to read the horniness and/or sexual attraction of a woman to a man. The biggest proof that he wanted to have sex with his mother was his growing erection that pushed against his pants. Feeling sick to his stomach that his mother now knows that not only is he sexually attracted to her but also that he wants to have sex with her and fuck her, he felt like the incestuous pervert that he is. "Yes, I mean, no, Mom, it's just an expression. I'm sorry. That came out all wrong," he said. Not letting him off the hook, she gave him a long look and an even longer pause before she continued speaking and before she continued her interrogation of him. "Look at me," she said. Instead of looking at her, he stared at her bra clad breasts. Instead of looking at her, he stared at the hard impressions her big nipples made in her bra. Instead of looking at her, he stared at her panty clad ass and pussy. Instead of looking at his mother's pretty face and her beautiful green eyes, he stared at his mother standing before him in her underwear. "I am looking at you," he said with a nervous laugh. She laughed a melodious laugh that made him want to take her in his arms and kiss her. He loved her laugh. He loved the way she was looking at him now with love and understanding. "Look at me, not at my bra and not at my panties,' she said with a laugh. "Look me in my eyes," she said. "Look up here and not down there,' she said directing his stare to her beautiful green eyes instead of her big bra clad tits, her blonde trimmed, panty clad pussy, or her round, firm, panty clad ass. * * * * * Chapter Four: He was ready to listen to her lecturing him as to how wrong it was for him to sexually and incestuously lust over her. He was ready to hear her tell him that she was his mother and he was her son. He was ready to hear her tell him that they couldn't have sex, that they could never have sex, and that incest was wrong. He was ready to hear her tell him things that he already knew and didn't need to hear again, especially from her and especially when he sexually wanted her so badly. A big mistake when he blurted out his sexual feelings for his mother, he had made a fool of himself by calling his mother a MILF. He had made a fool of himself by allowing his mother to know that he wanted to fuck her. What the Hell was he thinking? Embarrassed, humiliated, and sexually frustrated, he felt bad enough as it for being so sexually attracted to his mother. Only, not entirely his fault, he was a horny, sexually frustrated man and she was a sexy, sexual woman. With her so beautiful, so sexy, so sensual, and so sexual, he couldn't help himself from being sexually attracted to her. He couldn't help himself from lusting over her, wanting her, and wishing he could have sex with her. His own hardest critic and disciplinarian, he berated himself for being such a horny, incestuous pervert. How dare he sexually desire his own mother? What's wrong with him to want her sexually? He was embarrassed enough already lusting over his mother in the way that no son should ever have sexual thoughts for his mother. Embarrassed, humiliated, and ashamed, he wished he had never called his mother a MILF even though she definitely was. A mother he would love to fuck, if only he could fuck his mother, he would fuck his mother. As if he was locked in a prison cell with his mother, he wished they hadn't lost the house and he wasn't confined to such a small space with her. Being with her in one small room for a prolonged period of time was not only sexually frustrating but incestuous torture. Wanting to feel her firm, shapely body in his arms, he wanted to hold her. Wanting to gaze in her big, beautiful, green eyes, he wanted to kiss her. Wishing she wasn't his mother but his lover, he wanted to touch her, feel her, fondle her, and have sex with her. Expecting she was going to lambast him to discourage him from having incestuous thoughts for her, he was surprised when she didn't reprimand him. Expecting her to scold him and give him a ration of shit followed by a lecture, Michael turned to face his mother as Jennifer reached around herself, unhooked her bra, and removed it. As if he was sexually fantasizing it and as if she was someone else, a total shock, he couldn't believe his eyes when mother was suddenly and shamelessly standing in front of him topless. He couldn't believe his mother was topless. He couldn't believe he was finally seeing his mother's tits. 'Oh my God! I don't fucking believe this,' he thought while staring at her naked breasts. He couldn't believe his eyes. As if his life had suddenly stopped before resuming in slow motion, he watched his mother remove one bra strap before removing the other. Then, while holding her bra cups in place with her hands, as if she was a sexy stripper onstage preparing to strip herself topless, she gave him a sexy smile and a naughty look before she exposed her naked breasts to him. Only, with his mother unlike any stripper he had seen before, a real seductive temptress, totally topless, she wasn't wearing pasties over her areolas and nipples. When she removed her bra, there were her pink areolas and her big, erect nipples. Her naked breasts were right there in front of him to see. Something he had sexually fantasized over and imagined seeing for years, he couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's tits. He was seeing his mother's big tits. His mother's breasts filled his horny eyes in the way of twin full moons. He will never forget this day for the rest of his life. "Mom?" * * * * * As if he was seeing someone else's tits, the breasts of another woman other than his mother, he couldn't believe his eyes. He stared at her breasts as if he had never seen tits before. He stared at her breasts as if he was a 12-year-old boy seeing his first set of boobs instead of a 22-year-old man having seen thousands of naked breasts. Something he had always wanted to see, something he had always imagined seeing and fantasized seeing, he was seeing his mother's tits, her areolas, and her nipples. He couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's breasts. Her naked breasts were right there in front of his horny eyes for him to ogle and for his horny hands to touch, feel, fondle, finger, and suck, if only he so dared. With the fun-bag playground open, he could feel his cock swelling, hardening, and pulsating with his sexual excitement. Something he always did when seeing naked breasts, he compared her breasts to all of the other breasts he had seen in movies, in men's magazines, and on the Internet. Jumping her higher up on the best, natural breast list, he compared his mother's naked breasts to the naked breasts of other woman, celebrity women who had natural breasts. With dozens of images zooming through his head at lightning speed, the images of topless women fast forwarded through his head. Filtering through his library of topless women, he omitted those women who had surgical enhanced breasts. Rather than enjoying a plastic surgeon's idea of what a woman's breasts should look like, he preferred what God gave some lucky women. Even though he liked their big tits and always stared at their cleavage and the tops of their exposed boobs, he removed Pamela Anderson, Christina Aguilera, Mariah Carey, Nicki Minaj, and Coco from his comparison list of topless women. Staying with Mother Nature's naturally endowed gifts, his criteria was not apples and oranges but instead and in this case real cantaloupes as opposed to genetically enhanced melons. He compared his mother's naked, natural breasts to Jennifer Love Hewitt's gorgeous, natural tits. He compared his mother's naked, natural breasts to Selma Hyatt's beautiful, natural breasts. He compared his mother's naked, natural breasts to Scarlett Johansson huge, natural knockers. He compared his mother's naked, natural breasts to Jessica Simpson's perfect, natural jugs. Finally and lastly, he compared his mother's naked, natural breasts to Katy Perry's big, natural boobs. 'Wow! Better than all of those breasts, my mother has fabulous tits. Her breasts are so shapely,' he thought without voicing what he was thinking. Indeed, she had better tits than the breasts of those women who seek out a plastic surgeon for breast implants. She had better breasts than the fake breasts of Pamela Anderson. She had better breasts than the fake breasts of Christina Aguilera. She had better breasts than the fake breasts of Mariah Carey. She had better breasts than the fake breasts of Nicki Minaj. She had better breasts than the fake breasts of Coco. The real deal, better than all the rest, his mother had the best tits. A definite breast man, and with natural breasts always scoring higher in his personal breast comparison, he gave as many points for a woman having big breasts as he did for women having shapely breasts. Too many large breasted women don't have shapely breasts. Interestingly enough, making up for them having smaller breasts, many smaller breasted women have shapely breasts. An abnormality, not as common and rarer, his mother's large and shapely breasts were perfect. He loved his mother's breasts. With most women having saggy breast when they reached their forties, her breasts hardly sagged at all. She had the best breasts he had ever seen. * * * * * Not wanting to make the same mistake again, when he called his mother a MILF, he didn't dare comment or compliment her on her great tits until she invited him to comment or compliment her perfect breasts. Who knows, maybe her removing her blouse, bra, and jeans was nothing sexual? Clueless, maybe her parading around him in her bra and panties was not incestuous. Maybe her standing before him topless wasn't sexual. Maybe he was the one perversely perverted and incestuously twisted and not his mother. Maybe he needed to give her the motherly respect she deserved and not think that everything she did was incestuously sexual. Just happy to see his mother's naked breasts, maybe with her removing her bra and showing him her tits was something he'd be seeing on a daily basis now that they're living in a small, motel room. Maybe after a while, he won't even notice his mother's naked breasts. Nah, he doubted that he'd ever tire of seeing his mother's tits. Maybe he was the one who needed to screw his head on straight and stop looking at his mother and lusting over his mother as if she was his lover instead of his mother. If only his Mom knew what he was thinking, with her so modest and moral, but for today with her standing before him topless, he'd be in deep shit. Yet, she was the one showing him her underwear clad body and now she was the one showing him her naked breasts. She was the one who was sexually teasing him and erotically enticing him by walking around him in her sexy underwear and now standing before him topless. Topless, his mother was topless. He couldn't believe his mother was standing in front of him topless. Topless, his mother was topless. He couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's tits. He'd be masturbating over this sight for the rest of his life. Obviously, it's just breasts to his mother but it's more than just tits to him. Only, he felt like such a pervert for staring and for lusting over her hot, topless body. Seemingly it didn't sexually affect her to show him her tits in the way that it sexually affected him to see her tits. Seemingly it didn't sexually excite her to show him her nearly naked body in the way that it sexually excited him to see her nearly naked body. Obviously, in the way he was sexually and incestuously thinking about his mother and his mother's topless body, she wasn't sexually and incestuously thinking that way about him and his naked body. Obviously, with them living in one room instead of a big house, she was showing him her breasts and the rest of her nearly naked body so that she'd get the nudity out in the open and out of the way without all the shame, the awkwardness, the humiliation, and the embarrassment. Obviously, she did that more for him than for her. Obviously, he was the incestuous pervert and not her. * * * * * Then, not yet done with her striptease show, she continued shocking the shit out of him. Not stopping her striptease show there with removing her blouse, jeans, and bra, she looked up at him and gave him a sexy smile. As if she had just lost at playing strip poker, removing her last item of clothing, she put her thumbs on each side of her panties and slid her panties down and off. She kicked them off of her foot as if she was kicking a field goal. 'Oh, my God. Are you kidding me? I don't believe this,' he thought to himself. As if he was in the audience of a stage show with Madonna or Cher, he raised his hand and caught his mother's worn, white, bikini panties in midair. Tempted to do so, he stopped himself from sniffing his mother's underwear. Instead he held onto them as if he had just caught a prized homerun ball at Fenway Park. Maybe she'd autograph her panties for him. 'To Michael, love Mom.' She raised her arms and turned around to show her son her naked ass and what an ass it was. So round, so firm, and so shapely, he so wanted to feel her ass, squeeze her ass, and tap her ass. She did everything but bend over in front of him and wiggle her shapely, naked ass while daring him to touch her and fuck her from behind. She did everything but danced and twerked in front of him. She was naked. His mother was naked. He couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's tits, ass, and pussy. In all the years he imagined his mother in her panty and bra, topless, and naked, as if giving him his own personal, private, striptease show, he forgot all about losing the house. As if she was his prize, he thought more about winning his mother. 'Oh, my God,' he thought. 'Oh, my God. I don't believe this. My mother is naked. I can't believe my mother is naked. This is so surreal. I'll remember this night for the rest of my life.' As if he had never seen a naked woman before, he stared at her trimmed, dark, brown pussy and her round, firm, naked ass before staring at her big tits and erect nipples again. Certainly she wasn't just any woman. She was more than just any woman. She was his mother and his mother was naked. Naked, naked, naked, his mother was naked. Just as he had never seen his mother in her bra and panties before, he had seen his mother in her bra and panty now. Just as he had never seen his mother topless before, he had seen his mother topless now. Just as he had never seen his mother naked before, he was seeing his mother naked now. Only, somehow, as if this sudden and unexpected, striptease show was a bonus, it was more sexually exciting, much more sexually exciting, because, not just any woman, it was his mother who removed all of her clothes. It was his mother who was naked. Naked, naked, naked, she was naked. His mother was naked. He couldn't believe his mother was naked. She had such an unbelievable body. His mother was hot. As if taking inventory, he looked at his mother while trying to memorize ever mole and every freckle on her beautiful body. More of a chestnut brown, her pubic hair was a shade darker than the hair on her head and it was neatly trimmed. She had pink, erect nipples with big, pink areolas. Her stomach was flat and toned and her legs were long and shapely. A sight to behold, an incestuous sight to see, she was such a beautiful woman, especially now that she was naked. Most women look better when wearing clothes. She was one of the few women who looked better naked than with her clothes. Leaving something to be desired, most women look better in there bra and panty. She was one of the few women who looked better naked than she even did in her bra and panty. If he was a painter, he'd want to paint his mother in the nude. If he was a sculptor, he'd want to sculpt a naked statue of his mother. If he was a poet, he'd write a love sonnet for his mother naked. If he was a songwriter, he'd write a song in honor of his mother naked and in honor of his mother showing him her naked body. * * * * * "Well?" She looked at him as if she wanted his opinion on a new dress she just bought instead of wanting his opinion on her naked body. Be honest. Tell me the truth," she said. "What do you think? Do you still think I have a good body?" He was dying to comment and compliment her on her magnificent, naked body. He looked at her in the way that any horny, sexually frustrated, and incestuously and sexually attracted son would look at his MILF of a mother if she was standing in front of him naked. 'What does he think? Is she serious? He should pull out his erection to show her what he really thinks of her naked body. He should fill her hand with his cock to show her how big and how hard her striptease show of her beautiful, naked body has made him.' As if she was a model standing on a mechanical lazy Susan, leisurely showing her naked body to him, she slowly turned around in front of him. She did everything but invite him to touch her and feel her. In asking for his honest opinion of what he thought of her naked body, she gave him permission to ogle her naked body and he used every second of that opportunity to stare, leer, and ogle his naked mother. For the sake of his solicited opinion, she gave him an excuse to stare at her tits, her ass, and her pussy. Giving him an up close and personal look, she gave him the opportunity to enjoy the naked sight of his mother longer. Too busy staring at his naked mother, while imagining touching, feeling, and fondling her breasts and fingering her nipples, he was speechless. He had no words to describe her naked beauty. She wasn't just any naked woman that he picked up in a bar, at the club, or ogled on the Internet. She wasn't a naked slut, a naked whore, a naked hooker, a naked call girl, a naked escort, or a naked prostitute. She was his naked mother. Normally not shy about giving his opinion, especially when asked, he couldn't immediately formulate words enough to answer her question of whether he thought she had a good body. He was still in shock that she removed her bra and panty. He was still in shock that his mother was standing before him naked. Too busy staring at his naked mother while imagining feeling and squeezing her naked ass, rubbing her clit, and fingering her pussy, he was too lost in his sexual fantasy of sucking her big, shapely tits to respond. He was immersed in the sexual fantasy of having deep, penetrating sex with his mother. Losing the House but Winning Mom 04 Imagining kissing her, French kissing her, and really making out with his mother, he'd like nothing more than to feel and fondle his mother's shapely tits while fingering her big nipples. He'd love nothing more than to suck his mother's big tits while reaching around her to feel her round, naked ass. Even though his feelings for his mother right then were sexual, he had this overwhelming love for his mother too. Only, who was he kidding? He wasn't even kidding himself, never mind kidding his mother. Much more than love, what he felt for his mother was sexual. What he felt for his mother was incest. Not only did he want to make love to his mother but also he wanted to fuck his mother. Forget about making love to her, he wanted to do every dirty, nasty, sexually, incestuous thing to his mother's naked body, especially now after seeing her naked. Pushing her down to her knees and putting a hand behind her pretty head, he wanted to hump her mouth while fucking her face. He wanted to cum in his mother's mouth after cumming in her pussy. He wanted to watch his mother swallow his cum after giving her an orgasm with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock. He'd love nothing more than to kiss his mother, French kiss her, while feeling her everywhere that a son should never touch his mother, never mind sexually feel his mother. He'd love nothing more than to part his mother's lips with his tongue while holding her naked body against his naked body. Only, forbidden fruit and with an incestuous relationship strictly taboo, she was his mother and he was her son. He was baffled. What son would sexually lust over his mother? He was in a complete quandary. What mother would parade around her son in her underwear? What mother would remove her bra in front of her son show him her naked breasts? What mother would remove her panties and show her son her naked ass and pussy? Under the pretense of getting their sexual and incestuous feelings out of the way, even he didn't believe that malarkey. It was one thing for her to strip herself naked in front of him but she'd never have sex with him. She'd never suck his cock in the way he wished she'd suck his cock. She'd never fuck him in the way he wished he could and so wanted to fuck her. Even though she stripped herself naked and asked him what he thought of her naked body, it was one thing to ogle her naked body but it was quite another thing for him to feel and fondle her naked body. It was one thing for him to ogle her naked body but it was quite another thing for him to sexually kiss his mother and have sex with his mother. How dare he disrespect his mother by wanting to have incestuous sex with her? How dare he lust over his mother's naked body in the way he'd sexually lust over a woman he picked up at a bar or at a club? How dare he lust over his mother's naked body in the way he'd sexually lust over a slut, a whore, a stripper, or a prostitute? He needed to reel in the incestuous lust that he had for his mother before he made a dreadful mistake. He needed to stop this forbidden sexual fantasy before he made an incestuous mistake. He needed to stop this forbidden sexual lunacy before he made a sexual pass at his mother that she'd never accept and that he'd regret. More to do with perverse sex than with the natural and normal love felt between a mother and son, he needed to understand that even though he was seeing his mother naked, his incestuous lusting over his mother wasn't normal. It wasn't right. It was just wrong. He needed to understand that her stripping herself naked in front of him wasn't sexual to her, at all. Only, unable separate the two, love and sex, everything he did, every thought and every desire was sexual to him just as everything she did was sexual to him too. * * * * * Sex, it was all about sex. The naughty look she gave him was sexual. Sex, it was all about sex. The sexy smile she gave him was sexual. Sex, it was all about sex. The flirting, the teasing, and the enticing were all sexual. Sex, sex, and more sex, his attraction to his mother was all about sex and had nothing to do with love. Of course, the fact that she was his mother and the fact that he loved her, made his sexual attraction he felt that much more sexually exciting. Yet, his sexual attraction was more about sex, incestuous sex, than it was about love and about the love felt between a mother and her son. He'd do her right now, if she gave him the green light. He'd lick her pussy before making love to his mother. He'd fuck his mother right here and right now before expecting her to suck his cock, allow him to cum in her mouth, and swallow his warm, oozy load. Sex and incest, it was all about sex and incest. Her unbuttoning her blouse in front of him was incestuously sexual. Sex and incest, it was all about sex and incest. Her removing her jeans in front of him was incestuously sexual. Sex and incest, it was all about sex and incest. Her parading around him in her bra and panties was incestuously sexual. Sex and incest, it was all about sex and incest. Her removing her bra and then her panties in front of him was incestuously sexual and not normal. Sex and incest, it was all about sex and incest. Sex and incest, sex and incest, sex and incest, every thought he had about his mother was incestuously sexual. Her asking him her opinion of her naked body was purely incestuously sexual. Her turning around and posing for him while he stared at her ass, her pussy, and her tits was incestuously sexual. Especially now, with her still standing before him naked, he was having a hard time defining what was normal and what was perverse. He was having a hard time determining what was love, what was sexual, and what was incestuous. He sometimes had a hard time determining exactly what he felt for his mother. Did he feel love, real love, or did he feel lust, incestuous lust? "No. I don't think that you have a good body," he said with a straight face before giving her shit eating grin. "You have an amazing body. You have an incredible body. You have a phenomenal body. You have the body of a 30-year-old woman instead of a 42-year-old woman. You have the best body I've ever seen," he said. "You have the body of someone like Eva Mendes. Definitely, with a body like your body and with you nearly the same age, you could be Eva Mendes' twin sister." She blushed. She swooned. Apparently, by complimenting her body and comparing her to Eva Mendes, he said the right things to her. "Thank you," she said. Not embarrassed by his stare or ashamed by his leer, she surprised him with her lack of modesty by not getting dressed and not even covering her nakedness with her hands or forearms. She just stood there naked as if she was fully dressed. She just stood there naked as if she wasn't his mother but some older woman, a cougar that he brought home for the night. She just stood there naked as if she was an artist's nude model. Allowing him to enjoy the view and the forbidden, voyeuristic pleasure of her naked body, she just stood there allowing him to stare and leer at her naked body. She seemed to get off on her son seeing her naked as much as he was getting off on seeing his mother naked. A son ogling his mother's nakedness and a mother allowing her son to see all that he wanted to see of her was just not only incestuous but also it just was not right. With this not a quick flash, a brief peep, or a sneak peak, a mother allowing her son to have a prolonged look of her naked body was expressly forbidden. With one encouraging the other, she was seemingly enjoying exposing herself as much as he was enjoying seeing his mother naked. Even if he did nothing but stare, leer, and ogle his naked mother, this was incestuous. Even if he didn't touch or feel his mother's naked body, this was incest. This was taboo. This was wrong, so wrong. Yet, it was right, so right. Seemingly she was just as incestuously titillated as he was. Seemingly she was just as sexually attracted to him as he was sexually to her. Seemingly she wanted to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her. * * * * * "I can't believe you're allowing me to see you naked," he said hoping he didn't ruin her naked show by embarrassing her, making her feel uncomfortable, and forcing her to cover her nakedness. "I can't believe that I'm seeing you naked Mom," he said not knowing what else to say. He paused while staring at her tits, her ass, and her pussy. "I've always wondered what you look like without your clothes," he said while wanting to confess that he had always imagined her without her clothes while masturbating himself. "You're so beautiful." It was as if showing him her naked body was his reward for going through all the shit of losing their house. It was as if showing him her naked body was his reward for having to pack up a rental truck. It was as if showing him her naked body was his reward for having to unload the truck to put their possessions in storage. In the way she seemed to enjoy him ogling her naked body, she seemed to enjoy showing him her naked body. Without her having any modesty, embarrassment, or shame, and with her making no attempt to conceal her nakedness from him, she just allowed him to enjoy the prolonged, naked view of her shapely body. In the matter of just a few hours, she went from the morally modest mother that she was to the incestuous whore that she is now. In the matter of just a few hours, she went from her showing no interest in sex to her sexually wanting him. As if she was a nude model, she turned one way before turning the other. As if daring him to touch her, feel her, and have sex with her, she showed him all that he wanted to see of her naked body. She turned her back to him for him to see and ogle her naked ass in the way that he was ogling her naked tits and her naked pussy. As if daring him to feel her, she stood there with her arms by her side. She did everything but to bend over and touch her toes. Then, she turned to face him to address him. "Well, now that you've seen me naked, with my nakedness out in the open and out of the way, we can stop all of this immature mother and son foolishness, sexual nonsense, incestuous embarrassment, and conforming morality and false modesty," she said. "Now that you've seen me naked, you can stop incestuously lusting over me and masturbating yourself over me," she said with a dirty laugh. "Now that you've seen me naked, perhaps we can return to being a normal mother and son." She gave him her best motherly smile. "Okay?" She knows he had been sexually lusting over her? In the way he looks at her, stares at her, and leers at her, how could she not know he wants to have sex with her? She knows he had been masturbating over her while imagining seeing her naked as he was now, as well as imagining having sex with her as he hoped to have soon? With them living in the same house and now in the same small room, how could she not know that he masturbates over the thoughts of her naked and having sex with him? Actually, what she said made sense on the surface but with him sexually attracted to her seemingly just as much as she was sexually attracted to him, who was she kidding? Just as he'd never stop masturbating over the thought of her naked and having sex with him, he'd never stop lusting over her. Unable to stop himself from looking at his mother sexually, and incestuously, he agreed with her nonetheless. What else could he do? "Okay," he said while still continuing to ogle her naked body. Only, with her still standing before him naked, he was confused. Was she really showing him her naked body just to put the immature foolishness, nonsense, embarrassment, and false modesty aside or was she flashing him her naked body because she wanted to have sex with him? Was her stripping naked part of her plan to sexually tease him, erotically entice him, and incestuously seduce him? Was she sexually attracted to him as he was sexually attracted to her? Did she want to have incestuous sex with him as much as he wanted to have incestuous sex with her? Then, continuing to shock him, she said something that surprised him even more. "Now that you've seen me without my clothes," she said pausing to stare down at the bulge his erection made in his jeans. "Show me what you look like without your clothes," she said further shocking the shit out of him. Only, he was more concerned with seeing his mother's naked body than he was in showing his mother his naked body. Then, when he didn't respond to her wanting to see him naked, she removed her flannel nightgown from her drawer, put it on over her head, and covered her nakedness. Show over. As fast as she was naked, she was wearing her heavy, flannel nightgown. As fast as she was his imagined incestuous lover, she returned to being his modestly moral mother. Only, after having seen her in her bra and panty, after having seen her topless, and after having seen her naked, she'd never be his modestly moral mother again. Still, for as long as he shall live, he would never forget his mother in her sexy low cut bra and white bikini panty. For as long as he shall live, he would never forget her slowly removing her bra. For as long as he shall live, he would never forget seeing his mother's naked tits, her areolas, and her nipples. For as long as he shall live, he would never forget his mother naked. For as long as he shall live, he'd be masturbating over seeing his mother in her bra and panty, topless, and naked. She sat on the bed looking at him in the way he was looking her. Seemingly, the point of no return, this was a defining moment between mother and son. With her already showing him her naked body, if he showed her his naked body, no doubt, their next step would be to have sex. Once they crossed that line of incest, they could never go back. Once they opened Pandora's Box of incestuous lust, sex, and debauchery, doomed to forever play in the Devil's playground, they'd be forever damned. Yet, neither one was thinking about the repercussions of having incestuous sex. Neither one was pondering the ramifications of what would happen after they had sex. With fantasy much more fun, neither one was thinking about the reality of incest between a mother and her son. Lost in their sexual lust for one another, obviously both were just thinking of the here and the now. Seemingly neither one cared what would happen after they had sex. As long as they were both okay with it, with on one else there in their lives to answer to, it was no one's business what they did behind closed, motel doors. With the both of them now dancing to the beat of a different drummer, their drumbeat set the mood for what was to happen next. Nonetheless their lack of concern for the consequences of having incestuous sex, there was always consequences for everything especially for delving in the forbidden. What would happen after he made love to his mother and she made love to him? What would happen after he fucked his mother and she fucked him? What would happen after he licked his mother to orgasmic pleasure and she sucked him until he ejaculated his cum in her mouth and she swallowed? Too late then, yet they wouldn't know what really would happen until after they had delved in the forbidden and had incestuous sex. If they had incestuous sex, they could never return to being just mother and son. If they had incestuous sex, instead of just being mother and son, they'd be lovers. If they had incestuous sex, they'd always have the guilt, the shame, and the badge of what was forbidden was now their badge of shame to bear. With the capital letter I of incest, Somerset Maugham's modern day scarlet letter, they'd always have that guilt that others will suspect and that people would know that they were sexually intimate. No longer innocent, self-righteous, and guilt free, they'd both bear the heavy load of having incestuous sex. She stared at him in the way he stared at her. Only, he was giving her a nervous and sexually excited look when she was giving him a sexy smile along with her naughty look. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe her. His mother was undressing him with her eyes. As if he was beefcake Brad, a CFNM stripper she met in a strip club, she stared at him with as much sexual, incestuous lust as he was staring at her. Only, with her his mother and naked only a minute before, he didn't have to undress her with his eyes. He already knew what she looked like in her underwear, topless, and naked. Having just seen her naked, she was still naked in his mind. Naked, naked, naked, he finally saw his mother naked. Now, even with her wearing her heavy, flannel nightgown, he could still clearly imagine her as if she was sitting on the bed naked. Even with her wearing her heavy, flannel nightgown, he could still see the shape and the size of her shapely breasts. Even with her wearing her heavy, flannel nightgown, he could tell she had a great figure beneath all of that soft, raised cotton. Even with her wearing her heavy, flannel nightgown, he could still see her big nipples pushing against the thick, cotton material. "What do you mean?" Even though he heard what she had said, he pretended that he didn't understand what she had said. Just as he knew exactly what she said, he knew exactly what she meant. In the way he saw his mother's naked tits, ass, and pussy, his mother wanted to see his naked prick. He couldn't believe his mother wanted to see his naked prick. Seemingly she was just as horny as he was. Maybe she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. "Strip. Show me what you've got," she said putting a finger to her lips while laughing at his confusion. "I showed you my naked body now you show me your naked body," she said with a dirty laugh, a sexy smile, and a naughty look. "It's the only way to quell this incestuous lust that you have for me," she said. "In the way that I showed you my tits, my ass, and my pussy, you need to show me your cock." What made sense to him on the surface before didn't make sense at all to him now. Instead of quelling his incestuous lust, as soon as he saw his mother's naked body, she inflamed his incestuous lust. Even though she told him that her stripping herself naked was to remove all of the shame, the guilt, the embarrassment, and the nonsense incestuous nudity between mother and son, it only made it worse. Moreover, he knew as soon as he showed his mother his cock, he'd want her to touch him, stroke him, suck him, and fuck him. As soon as he showed his mother his cock, he'd want to touch her and feel her through her nightgown while kissing her. As if he was sitting across from a player calling his bluff in Texas Hold'em, something he thought he'd love to do, strip naked in front of his mother, he now felt embarrassed. It was one thing for his mother to strip naked in front of him but it was quite another thing for him to strip naked in front of his mother. He couldn't believe she wanted him to show her his cock. He couldn't believe she wanted to see his prick. Seemingly, with her acting just as horny as he was and with her wanting to see his naked body as much as he wanted to see her naked body, he couldn't believe his mother was as incestuously perverse as he was. "Mom?" He looked at her questioning her intentions while she looked down at the growing bulge in his jeans. He couldn't believe his mother stared at the lump his cock made in his pants in the way he stared at the impressions her nipples made in her bra and her pussy slit made in her panties. Immersed in a men's world with men the good guys and women the sluts and the whores, it was one thing for him to ogle his mother but it was quite another thing for his mother to ogle him. He never knew that women ogled men in the same way that men ogled women. He never realized that women sexually lusted over men in the way that men sexually lusted over women. He couldn't recall his mother ogling him until now. Losing the House but Winning Mom 04 He always thought that he was the only pervert in the family. Obviously, like mother like son, he must have received his perverted, personal partiality for incest from her. In the way that his perverted, personal penchant for incest was for his mother, wouldn't that be perfect if his mother's perverted, personal proclivity for incest was for her son? Wouldn't that be something if his mother sexually and incestuously wanted him as much as he sexually and incestuously wanted her? "C'mon, don't be shy. Show me your cock," she said. "I want to see it. I want to see how big it is. I haven't seen your penis since I used to give you baths," she said with a sexy laugh while giving him a sexy look. He wanted to show his mother his penis but he was afraid that showing her his erect prick wouldn't stop there. Unable to control himself, he feared that he'd rape his mother and force her to have sex with him. Only, if anyone was raping anyone, it was his mother who would rape him. "Mom," was all that he could say. Her sexy look and what she said next made his cock curl upwards in his pants. "It's been a long time since I've seen an erect prick. It's been even longer since I've held an erect prick in my hand and even longer since I've had a cock in my mouth and in my pussy," she said giving him a coy look. 'Huh? It's been even longer since she had an erect prick in her hand? Did she want to touch his cock? Did she want to hold his cock in her hand? It's been even longer since she had a cock in her mouth and in her pussy? Did she want to suck his cock? Did she want to fuck his cock?' He couldn't believe what she was saying and what he was hearing. He never heard his mother use the cock word before. He never heard her talk so sexual before. Maybe she was just trying to make him feel more comfortable by having him expose his naked body to her in the way that she exposed her naked body to him. Maybe she was just horny in the way she'd had made him horny all night, beginning with her unbuttoning her blouse. Maybe she wanted to forget all the terrible experiences of today to have a bit of sexy fun tonight. Maybe, just so that the both of them wouldn't be miserable and ponder too much on the tragic events of the day, this was his sexy albeit incestuous treat. "God, Mom. I'd be so embarrassed to strip naked in front of you," he said. "I'd be so embarrassed to show you my cock," he said lying. He wondered what her reaction would be to seeing his stiff prick. If anything, he'd be sexually excited to show his mother his stiff prick. Already knowing what his reaction would be to his mother seeing his cock, no doubt, he'd have an erection. There was only one way to find out what her reaction would be to seeing his erect prick and that was to remove his cock from his pants and allow her to see his prick. Something he didn't know though, something he always wondered about, and something more that he wondered about now, he wondered what her reaction would be to seeing his engorged prick. While knowing that his erection was caused by her stripping herself naked, he knew his erection was caused by seeing her naked body. He knew his erection was caused by imagining kissing her, French kissing her, while touching her and feeling her. He knew his erection was caused by the thoughts of showing her his cock. In the way he loved seeing his mother naked, he'd love to show her his erection. Taking the decision out of his hands, not that he needed any pressure from her, she coerced him and encouraged him to strip off his clothes. "If you were in this room with a woman right now, a woman who wasn't your mother, you'd already be naked and flashing her your erect prick," she said without any shame, embarrassment, hesitation, and/or uncomfortableness. "Flash me. I want to see your erect prick," she said. "I dare you to show me your cock," she said with a dirty laugh. "I double dare you to show me your erect prick." Daring one another and double daring one another was their fun thing to do. They were always daring and double daring one another to do something that they feared doing and wouldn't do unless they were dared and double dared. Only, this was the first time they dared and doubled dared one another for nudity sake. Now, that his mother just double dared him to show her his cock, a family tradition of honor, confidence, and courage, he had to show her his erect cock. Truth be told, he was already ready to show her his erect prick. He didn't need to be dared or double dared for him to show her his erection. He couldn't wait to show his mother his cock. * * * * * Michael removed his shirt and kicked off his sneakers. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and kicked them down to his feet before removing them. He stood before his mother in his underwear in the way she stood before him in her bra and panties. He watched her stare down at the now big bulge his fully erect prick made in tenting his underwear. Then, taking a step closer to her, closer enough for her to reach out her hand to touch him, when she looked up at him to make eye contact, he turned and removed his briefs to show his mother his naked ass. "There. Are you happy?" As if he was dancing, twerking actually, with him facing away from her, he wiggled his naked ass. "Turn around. Let me see your cock," she said slapping his naked ass with her hand. "Show me your prick Michael. C'mon. I want to see your dick in the way you saw my pussy." With his hand covering his erect prick, his pubic hair peeking out the sides of his hand, and his testicles drooping lower, he turned to face her. "Okay? Satisfied? There. I'm naked," he said with a nervous laugh. She reached out her hand to move his hand away and her fingers slowly brushed by the full length of his penis. "No, I'm not satisfied. In the way you ogled my tits, ass, and pussy, I want to ogle my son's cock," she said. "In the way that I stood before you naked to give you a prolonged look, I want you to stand before me naked to give me a prolonged look. In the way that he stared at his mother's naked tits, ass, and pussy, she stared at his cock and testicles. Figuring he'd be more embarrassed than he was when nakedly exposed to his mother, surprisingly he wasn't. Comfortable being naked in front of her, albeit sexually exciting showing her his naked body, especially his engorged prick, being naked in front of his mother felt natural. Being naked in front of his mother felt normal. For the first time, with his erect cock on full display to his mother's pretty, green eyes, he forgot all about the bank's foreclosure. He forgot all about having to load the rental truck and pay to put their possessions in storage. If only for a moment, he forgot all about the depressing sadness and suffering sorrow of losing the house. Suddenly, with nothing between them, not even clothes, he felt closer to his mother than he had ever felt before. With her shedding her clothes in front of him and him shedding his clothes in front of her, a freeing experience, it was as if they no longer had any secrets between them. Free from their financial obligations and free from the burden of a house they could no longer afford, they were free from their incestuous inhibitions too. Even though he was unbelievably, sexually aroused, he enjoyed being naked in front of his mother. He was just as sexually excited seeing his mother naked as he was with her seeing him naked. Now he wondered if she was just as sexually excited showing him her naked body as he hoped she was seeing his naked body. Now he wondered if she was just as sexually attracted to him as he was sexually attracted to her. Now he wondered if she was willing and wanted to have sex with him as he was willing and wanted to have sex with her. To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Losing the House but Winning Mom 05 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. With Michael naked, he held, hugged, cuddled, and spooned his naked mother. They comforted one another before having sex with one another. * Continued from Chapter Four: Michael removed his shirt and kicked off his sneakers. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and kicked them down to his feet before removing them. He stood before his mother in his underwear in the way she stood before him in her bra and panties. He watched her stare down at the now big bulge his semi-erect prick made in tenting his underwear. Then, taking a step closer to her, closer enough for her to reach out her hand to touch him, when she looked up at him to make eye contact, he turned and removed his briefs to show his mother his naked ass. "There. Are you happy?" As if he was dancing, twerking actually, with him facing away from her, he wiggled his naked ass. "Turn around. Let me see your cock," she said slapping his naked ass with her hand. "Show me your prick Michael. C'mon. I want to see your dick in the way you saw my pussy." With his hand covering his erect prick, his pubic hair peeking out the sides of his hand, and his testicles drooping lower, he turned to face her. "Okay? Satisfied? There. I'm naked," he said with a nervous laugh. She reached out her hand to move his hand away and her fingers slowly brushed by the full length of his penis. "No, I'm not satisfied. In the way you ogled my tits, ass, and pussy, I want to ogle my son's cock," she said. "In the way that I stood before you naked to give you a prolonged look, I want you to stand before me naked to give me a prolonged look. In the way that he stared at his mother's naked tits, ass, and pussy, she stared at his cock and testicles. Figuring he'd be more embarrassed than he was when nakedly exposed to his mother, surprisingly he wasn't. Comfortable being naked in front of her, albeit sexually exciting showing her his naked body, especially his engorged prick, being naked in front of his mother felt natural. Being naked in front of his mother felt normal. For the first time, with his erect cock on full display to his mother's pretty, green eyes, he forgot all about the bank's foreclosure. He forgot all about having to load the rental truck and pay to put their possessions in storage. If only for a moment, he forgot all about the depressing sadness and suffering sorrow of losing the house. Suddenly, with nothing between them, not even clothes, he felt closer to his mother than he had ever felt before. With her shedding her clothes in front of him and him shedding his clothes in front of her, a freeing experience, it was as if they no longer had any secrets between them. Free from their financial obligations and free from the burden of a house they could no longer afford, they were free from their incestuous inhibitions too. Even though he was unbelievably, sexually aroused, he enjoyed being naked in front of his mother. He was just as sexually excited seeing his mother naked as he was with her seeing him naked. Now he wondered if she was just as sexually excited showing him her naked body as he hoped she was seeing his naked body. Now he wondered if she was just as sexually attracted to him as he was sexually attracted to her. Now he wondered if she was willing and wanted to have sex with him as he was willing and wanted to have sex with her. * * * * * Chapter Five: "Let's go to bed," she said. She gave him a sexy smile and a naughty look. Something she never gave him again until now, she gave him before when she was stripping off her clothes. His mother never looked at him in that sexy, sexual way, in the way that a woman looks at a man, in the way that a mother shouldn't look at her son, and in the way she was looking at him now. When she fell back on the mattress, she looked so beautiful. She looked so vulnerable. She looked so sexy. She looked so ready for sex. When she put her head on her pillow and fluffed up her pillow to look at him with that sexy smile and naughty look, she made his cock twitch. Oddly enough, when he thought about his mother, he thought about seeing her in her underwear. He thought of her low cut bra that showed the roundness of the top of her abundant breasts. He thought of her white, bikini panties that hugged the curves of her behind in the way that white painted lines hug a highway going around a curve. He thought about seeing her topless. He thought about seeing the size of her shapely breasts, her areolas, and her nipples. He thought about seeing her naked. He thought about seeing her trimmed, dark brown pussy and her round, firm ass. He thought about her having sex with him. Yet, he never thought about his mother having sex with someone else until now. He imagined her having horny sex with her husband, his father, when she was impregnated with him. He imagined her having passionate sex on her Honeymoon. Feeling her pain and her suffering sorrow after enduring and surviving the ultimate indignation, he wondered where his father was now after leaving his mother for someone younger. He couldn't imagine his father leaving his mother for anyone. She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. She was such a MILF. He imagined her having drunken sex with some guy she met at a party or in a club. Only, she wasn't like that. He imagined her having sex with him. Only, she certainly wasn't like that either. "I am tired," he said yawning and stretching. "As soon as my head hits that pillow, I'll be asleep. Only, there'd be no way he'd be sleeping with his mother in bed beside him. How could he possibly sleep with her in the same bed? He imagined lying awake while staring at his mother and watching her sleeping. He'd be better sleeping in the chair because he'd never get any sleep sleeping beside his mother in bed. Only, after loading the truck and unloading the truck, he was so tired. He wouldn't be tired if his mother wanted sex. He wouldn't be tired if his mother wanted to touch him, stroke him, and suck him. He wouldn't be tired if his mother wanted him to touch her, lick her, and suck her. He wouldn't be tired if his mother asked him to make love to her. He wouldn't be tired if his mother asked him to fuck him. Only, going to bed was nothing more than going to sleep. As soon as she pulled the covers over her, she kicked off the blanket with her feet and reached down with her hands for the sheet. Instead of reaching for the sheet, he wished she was reaching for him. Yet, when she kicked off the blanket before reaching for the sheet, with the hem of her nightgown raised nearly to the top of her thighs, with her naked beneath her nightgown, and her legs spread as wide as his eyes, he got a good look at her pussy. As if beckoning him, he saw her trimmed, brown public hair, her pussy, slit, her pussy lips, and her swollen clit. He got a good in between her legs look of his mother's cunt. When she kicked off the blanket before reaching for the sheet, he watched her big tits bounce, sway, and jiggle behind the think flannel of her nightgown. It was sexy to know that she was naked beneath her flannel nightgown. Instead of him sleeping in the chair, she invited him to sleep in the same bed with her. Something he thought would never happen, it was sexually exciting to know that he'd be sleeping next to his mother soon. "I'm cold but this flannel nightgown is too hot and too constricting. I feel as if I'm sleeping in a down sleeping bag," she said with a laugh while fighting with her nightgown and struggling to free herself from the confines of all of that flannel. "I wish I had packed another nightgown but I didn't. Everything is in storage. I didn't realize it would be this cold and we wouldn't have any heat. Maybe tomorrow we can stop by there and get more of my clothes," she said sitting up in bed to remove her heavy, flannel nightgown. As if she was someone else and not his mother, he watched her removing her nightgown as if this was the first time seeing her naked when it wasn't. As shocking as it was sexually exciting, with her removing her nightgown and stripping herself naked again happening so fast, he realized that she was his mother. His mother was naked. He had just seen her naked a few minutes before and he was seeing her naked again now. He'd never tire of the sight of seeing her naked. He'd never tire of seeing the sight of her naked tits, ass, and pussy. 'Wow. Oh, my God. She's naked again. My mother is naked again,' said Michael to himself while staring at her naked breasts. 'She's in bed naked. She's going to bed naked with me. Fuck me. I don't believe this.' "Sure Mom. We can get more of your clothes tomorrow," he said while ogling his mother's naked body. As if the dim lighting in the motel room was a staged, movie set, the light that peeked through the partially opened bathroom door, gave the room a romantic look and gave her a look of sensuousness, romanticism, and mystery. As if his eyes were breast lasers piercing the darkness, his stare zeroed in on her breasts, her areolas, and her nipples. Hard to miss, her nipples were fully erect and he wondered if that was from her being cold or sexually excited or a combination of both. He wondered if she was excited about going to bed naked as much as he was sexually excited about her going to bed naked. 'She's so beautiful. She's so sexy,' he thought. She looked at him and gave him her best motherly loving smile. Then, she looked at him and gave him her best sexy look. Finally, she looked at him with a naughty expression on her face. He wondered what she was thinking. He hoped she was thinking of sex. He hoped she was thinking of having sex with him. He hoped she was thinking of having sex with him in the way that he was thinking of having sex with her. He'd like nothing more than to have sex with his mother. Then, she said something that hardened his cock. "I need to be held. I need to be hugged. I need to be cuddled. I need to be spooned," she said looking at him as if he was her boyfriend, husband, or lover instead of her son. "Come to bed Michael. Keep me warm." His mother was cold but she was too hot to wear a flannel nightgown. He was cold but, as if he had a sudden fever, he was hot now. Only, his was a good hot and not a bad hot that he was feeling. Instead of sweating, he was sexually excited. Instead of being too warm on the surface of his skin, he was hot within from the incestuous lust that he felt for his mother. He could already feel the passion behind the thoughts of having sex with her. He could already feel the sensation of his body against her naked body while holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, and spooning her. 'Fuck me,' he thought to himself. 'She's naked again. I don't believe she's naked again. I don't believe she's going to bed naked. She wants me to hold her. She wants me to hug her. She wants me to cuddle her. She wants me to spoon her naked body. Good God, I don't believe this. A sexual fantasy come true, I just don't believe I'm about to go to bed with my naked mother,' he said to himself while trying to process himself lying in bed beside his naked mother. Still unable to wrap his head around seeing his mother naked, he couldn't believe his mother was naked. After all the years he lived with her, he never saw her in her underwear, topless, and/or naked. All it took for him to see his mother in her underwear, topless, and/or naked was to rent a motel room. If he knew that all he needed to do to see his mother in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked before, he would have rented a motel room with her long ago. His perfect opportunity to do so, maybe instead of going to bed in his clothes, he should go to bed naked too. A thought so delicious, so sensual, so sexual, and so incestuous, he couldn't believe he was thinking about getting naked too and going to bed naked with his mother. He'd love nothing more than to be in bed naked with his naked mother. He'd love nothing more to hold, hug, cuddle, and spoon her naked body with his naked body. Only he feared being in bed naked with his naked mother. If she said no to him sexually touching her, sexually feeling her, and if she rejected him for sex, he feared that he'd force himself on her and force her to have sex with him. If they were both naked and in bed together, there'd be no way that he could control himself from touching her and feeling her sexually. Yet, at the very least, she invited him to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her. He'd be satisfied just doing that. Only, he being naked would change everything. He being naked may ruin the innocence of the moment. Yet, if his mother could be in bed naked, why couldn't he be naked in bed too? Touching, feeling, and groping her everywhere a son should never touch, feel, and grope his mother, unable to control his incestuous, sexual passion, his hands would be all over his mother's naked body. Good God, if he was naked with his naked mother, he'd be sticking his cock in her hand before sticking his cock in her mouth and then before sticking his cock in her pussy. If he was naked and in bed with his naked mother, he'd put her hand on his cock. He'd wrap her fingers around his erection. He'd have her stroke his cock before sucking his cock and before fucking his cock. * * * * * His mother wanted to be held. He couldn't wait to hold his mother's naked body. While holding her, he couldn't wait to feel his body pressed against her naked body. Should he throw all caution to the wind and go to bed naked too, he imagined feeling his stiff prick positioned against her while holding her. He couldn't wait to wrap his arms around his naked mother and hold his naked mother while his cock stabbed her back. His mother wanted to be hugged. He couldn't wait to hug his naked mother. While hugging her, he couldn't wait to feel his body pressed against her naked body. Again, should he throw all caution to the wind and go to bed naked too, he imagined feeling his stiff prick positioned against her while hugging her. He couldn't wait to wrap his arms around his naked mother to hold her and to hug his naked mother while his cock poked her naked ass. His mother wanted to be cuddled. He couldn't wait to cuddle his naked mother. While cuddling her, he couldn't wait to feel his body pressed against her naked body. Yet again, should he throw all caution to the wind and go to bed naked too, he imagined feeling his stiff prick positioned against her while cuddling her. He imagined rubbing his hard, naked dick up against his mother's naked ass. He couldn't wait to hold her, to hug her, and to cuddle his mother as if they were close dancing while lying naked in bed. His mother wanted to be spooned. He couldn't wait to spoon his naked mother. While spooning her, he couldn't wait to feel his body pressed against her naked body. Once again, should he throw all caution to the wind and go to bed naked too, he imagined feeling his stiff prick positioned against her while spooning her. On the pretense of spooning his mother, he couldn't wait to slide his prick along her ass crack while dry humping his mother. Glad to use his cock as the Devil's pitchfork, he imagined holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, spooning her, and dry humping his naked mother. While holding, hugging, cuddling, spooning, and dry humping his naked mother, he couldn't wait to reach his horny hands around her and feel her big tits while fingering her erect nipples. He couldn't wait to reach down and around her to move his hand between her legs to rub her clit while fingering her pussy. He couldn't wait to turn her, spread her legs, and slide his body down the bed to finger her warm pussy while licking her wet pussy. Then, he couldn't wait to mount her and make sweet love to her before fucking her hard and fucking her fast. Oh, yeah, no doubt about that, he'd lick his mother's cunt. He'd stick his tongue right in there. He'd reach up his horny hands to feel her tits and finger her nipples while eating his mother's pussy. Licking and licking her, he'd finger her pussy while eating his mother's cunt. He'd hang onto her shapely thighs while licking and licking her. He wouldn't stop licking her until she had an orgasm in his mouth. Then, even after she had an orgasm, he'd continue licking her. Now that she was hot and ready, he'd give her multiple orgasms with his fingers and mouth. 'How do you like me now Mom?' Only, getting way ahead of himself, other than to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, spoon her, and possibly even dry hump her, she'd never allow him to touch her sexually and in that incestuous way. Just as she'd never allow him to lick her pussy, she'd never allow him to finger her nipples never mind rubbing her clit and fingering her cunt. It was enough that his mother was naked again. It was enough that he'd soon be in bed with his naked mother. It was enough that he'd soon be touching and feeling her naked body under the innocent pretenses of holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, and spooning her. Did he dare get in bed naked with his naked mother? Did he dare try touching her in a sexual way? Did he dare try feeling her in an incestuous way? Did he dare try to have sex with his mother? Only, who was she kidding? A game that he certainly enjoyed and hoped that he'd win, what the Hell kind of game was this? She was no virgin. She was not so innocent. Even though she was his mother and he was his son, tonight they were just a man and a woman. Tonight, they needed intimacy. Tonight, they needed the comfort of one another's bodies. Tonight, they needed sex. Obviously teasing him, as soon as she stripped off her clothes and stood in front of him in her panties and bra that wasn't innocent behavior that was incestuous behavior. Obviously trying enticing him, as soon as she stripped off her clothes and stood in front of him topless that wasn't innocent behavior that was incestuous behavior. Obviously with her wanting to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her, as soon as she stripped off her clothes and stood in front of him naked that wasn't innocent behavior that was incestuous behavior. Obviously, his MILF of a mother was trying to seduce him. Only, with him ready, willing, and eager to have sex with her, she didn't have to try very hard to tempt him to have sex with her. Her stripping off her clothes to stand before him in her underwear, topless, and/or naked was something that a mother would never do with her son. That was incestuous. As soon as she removed her nightgown and invited him in bed to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her that was something that a mother would never do with her son. That wasn't just incestuous, that was incest. Seriously. Think about it. What mother would parade around her son in her bra and panties? What mother would turn to face her son before unhooking and removing her bra to show her son her tits, her areolas, and her nipples? What mother would remove her panties and stand before her son naked while showing her son her pussy? What mother would not only stand before her son naked but also slowly turn for her son to see her naked ass as well as her naked tits and pussy. If she didn't want and was expecting sex, what mother would make no attempt to cover her nudity but instead just stand there while her son ogled her naked body? If she was any other woman but his mother, her being in bed naked was her way of showing him that she wanted sex. If she was any other woman but his mother, her stripping herself naked and now removing her nightgown to be in bed naked was not only sexual but also incestuous. Being that she was his mother and he was her son, her bizarre behavior of stripping herself naked, going to bed naked, and inviting him to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her was incestuously sexual. If he was a betting man, he'd bet that his mother wanted to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her. Losing the House but Winning Mom 05 Only, with all of this new to him, not wanting to make a horrible mistake, he didn't know what her agenda was. What was her motivation for stripping naked in front of him? What was her motivation for removing her nightgown to go to bed naked? What was her motivation to ask him to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her naked body? Was her motivation to strip herself naked because she was hot, because she wanted to rid him of lusting over her, or was her motivation to remove her nightgown because she wanted sex, incestuous sex? Was her motivation innocent or was it incestuous? * * * * * With him a horny, sexually frustrated man, how could he be sure? With all of this new to him, he could be confusing his mother's innocence intentions with her sexual and incestuous agenda. With him being so sexually attracted to his mother, he could be confusing his mother's love for him with her imagined sexual attraction to him. With him perversely perverted and with everything he thinks in regards to his mother as incestuous, he could be clueless in his mother's love for him that he thinks is sexual. He was so confused. He was so sexually excited. He was so sexually frustrated. All he knew was that he wanted to have sex with his mother. He wanted to feel and fondle her big tits before fingering and sucking her erect nipples. He wanted to lick her clit and finger her pussy before having sexual intercourse with his mother. All he knew was that he wanted to make love to his mother before fucking his mother. All he knew was that he wanted her to touch his cock before wrapping her fingers around his stiff prick. He wanted her to stroke his dick before sucking his penis. He wanted to cum in his mother's mouth and he wanted to watch her swallow him. So what? On the surface, what's so wrong with that? What's wrong with him having sex with his mother? Why is it so wrong to want to make love to his mother when, more than any other woman, she is the woman that he loves the most? With him having sex with any woman who gives him the eye, women who don't really care about him, women who don't love him, and women who will never love him in the way that his mother loves him, why wouldn't he want to have sex with his mother? Then, again, the flipside of that coin, what's wrong with him? Why is he so sexually attracted to his mother? Why does he see himself going to bed with his mother, albeit with her naked, as a sexual opportunity instead of an act of kindness and love? Why is he putting his wanton desires and incestuous, sexual attractions on his mother? Just because he was incestuous attracted to her doesn't mean that she was sexually attracted to him. After she dared him to strip off all of his clothes, he was in a quandary. In the way she was looking at his cock, staring at his prick, and ogling his naked body, she made him think that his mother sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. Yet, it was one thing for him to sexually want his mother, it was something else entirely for his mother to sexually want him. She wasn't like that. She wasn't a slut, a whore, or incestuous, trailer tramp trash. She was his mother and he was his son. How dare he think of her in that sexually inappropriate way? How dare he want to have sex with his naked mother? Yet, unable to control his incestuous, sexual, lustful desires for her naked body, dare he go to bed naked too? If it wasn't tempting himself enough to try and have sex with her while she was in bed naked, he'd be double daring himself from having sex with his naked mother while he was in bed naked with her too. Dare he play in the Devil's playground by giving into the incestuous temptation of trying to have sex with his mother? Truth be told, truth or dare, he'd love to be in bed naked with his mother. The more he thought about going to bed naked with his mother, he couldn't wait to feel his erect, naked cock pressed up against his mother's shapely, naked ass. Not just his cock but also he couldn't wait to press the full length of his naked body up against his mother's naked body while reaching his hand around her to cup her naked breasts and possibly even finger her erect nipples. A sexual fantasy come true, he could only imagine what it would feel like to hold her, to hug her, to cuddle her, and to spoon her while dry humping her and while feeling her big tits and fingering her erect nipples. Only, suddenly feeling guilty for all that he imagined sexually doing to his mother, nothing more than a sexual fantasy he enjoyed having and masturbating himself to, he'd never violate her in such an incestuous way. He'd never force her to do anything sexual. It's one thing for her to be naked but it's quite another thing for him to be naked and in the same bed with her too. What was he thinking? Obviously for her to be naked, she sexually wants him as much as he sexually wants her. Right? He didn't know. He wasn't sure. He had lost his mind to incestuous thoughts. He was thinking too much with his cock instead of with his brain. Even though he fantasized touching and feeling his naked mother while masturbating himself, he'd never touch and feel his naked mother in such a sexual and incestuous way. Just because she was naked didn't mean that she wanted sex or was expecting him to give her sex. Right? He didn't know. He wasn't sure. 'Oh, my God, this is my sexual fantasy come true. I can only imagine what it would feel like to hold her, to hug her, to cuddle her, and to spoon my naked mother while I was naked too,' he thought to himself. Only, if indeed he had the courage to go to bed naked, it certainly would be enough that he'd be naked and in bed with his naked mother. With her allowing him to hold her, to hug her, to cuddle her, and to spoon her but with no mention of dry humping her, he'd better not push his luck by dry humping her naked ass. As if he was a dirty dog and he certainly was, he needed to remove the thought of dry humping his mother from his mind. Not wanting to prematurely ruin what may blossom between them, it was one thing for him to be in bed with his naked mother but for her to allow him to touch her and feel her sexually was something else. Knowing the modestly moral mother she was before tonight, nonetheless her stripping off her clothes in front of him, she'd never allow him to touch and feel her in the way he wish he could touch and feel her. She'd never allow him to finger her nipples and finger her pussy, while trying to slide his stiff prick inside of her from behind. Besides, even if she allowed him to touch and feel her in such a sexually inappropriate way, filled with remorse, regret, and guilt, how could he look her in the eye the next morning? Even though he was a horny, sexually frustrated man and she was a beautiful, sexy woman, the unalterable fact remained that she was his mother and he was her son. A good woman, a God fearing woman with a big heart, and a strong woman, his mother wasn't trailer trash. His mother wasn't a tramp with a tramp stamp tattooed on her lower back and just above her ass. She didn't have any tattoos. Her nipples, her tongue, and her clit weren't pierced. She didn't advertise to the world that she was a whore, that she sucked cock, or that she took it up the ass. She wasn't a wild woman. She was his mother and he was her son. Unfortunately and sexually frustrating for him, she wasn't the type of incestuous, sexual woman who'd ever have sex with him. Just because she stripped herself naked in front of him doesn't mean that she wanted him to give her sex. Just because she was in bed naked with him and wanted him to sleep with her while holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, and spooning her, doesn't make her an incestuous whore. Her being in bed naked with him just makes her cold, tired, and lonely. Her being in bed naked with him just makes her more of a MILF of a mother and makes him sexually and incestuously want her even more. * * * * * He needed to calm the fuck down and to take his mother being naked and in bed for what it was. Nothing. Absolutely nothing more than what it was. No matter what her sexual agenda was or wasn't the fact remained that she was his mother and he was her son. Yet, just as he was, first she was cold and now she was hot. First he was cold and now he is hot, so very hot. Only, him being hot had nothing to do with the temperature. His horny libido was making him hot. Now, suddenly, he felt as if he was taking sexual advantage of his mother by even thinking about stripping himself naked and going to bed naked too. She doesn't even know he was thinking about getting naked before climbing in bed with her. What would she say if he did get in bed naked with her? What would she do if he hugged her naked body with is naked body? Would she jump? Would she recoil? Would she reject him? Would she tell him to put on his pajama bottoms? Or would she pretend she didn't notice that he was naked? Now that he was thinking about going to bed naked, he wanted to go to bed naked. He'd like nothing more than to hold, hug, cuddle, and spoon his naked mother with his naked body. Only, with his erection having a mind of its own and acting as if it was a probe looking for a warm, wet place to hide, he'd be impaling his mother's naked body in places where his cock should never touch his mother's naked body. Especially now after seeing her naked when she stripped off her clothes in front of him, she doesn't even know how much he sexually wanted her. Yet, in the way he was staring at her, leering her naked body, and ogling her ass, her tits, and her pussy, how could she not know that he wants he sexually? She even said that she knew he sexually lusted over her while masturbating over her. Yet, what if she was mad that he removed his clothes before getting in bed? With his sexual lust for his mother so obviously transparent, and with her knowing that he sexually wants her after calling her a MILF, what if she was mad that he had the thoughts of him actually having sex with her? With his sexual lust for his mother so obviously transparent, what if she was pissed that he had an erection when he came to bed, especially when she wasn't even wet. As much as he'd love to have sex with his mother, he knew that she'd never have sex with her son. "Bed? Yeah. Okay. Sure," he said. He had thought about retrieving his pajama bottoms from the bureau drawer, but abandoning that idea, he didn't. Instead, with his mother already facing the other way, he did something he wouldn't have done had she been looking at him, watching him, and judging him. Daring himself to do so, instead of coming to bed wearing pajama bottoms and a tee shirt, he removed his tee shirt and socks. He needed to know what it would feel like to be naked and in bed with his naked mother. He needed to know what it would feel like to have his naked body pressed up against her naked body. Now the only things he was wearing were his smile and his erection. 'Fuck it,' he thought to himself. 'Maybe with her already in bed naked, she was expecting me to come to bed naked too. Maybe with her already in bed naked, she's expecting me to give her sex. Maybe with her already in bed naked, her way to make me feel better, she's willing to give me sex after all that happened today.' Happy to oblige her, he only hoped as the horny son that he was that he wasn't getting the wrong idea from his mother by her stripping off her blouse, her jeans, her bra, and her panties in front of his horny eyes. He hoped he wasn't getting the wrong impression of his mother by her stripping off her flannel nightgown and going to bed naked. Yet, what else was he to think? In all the years he had lived with her, he had never seen any more than a sliver of her panties in a quick up skirt flash. In all the years he had lived with her, he had never seen any more of the top of her bra and her long, line of cleavage in a down blouse sneak peek. Now, after seeing her parading around him in her bra and panty, topless, and then naked, there was no way that he could stop himself from getting naked too. Even if his mother only wanted him to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her, why would she have him do that while she was naked? With him naked too and his cock pressed up against her naked body, at the very least, with him dry humping her, there was no way that he wouldn't try and have sex with her. * * * * * With his mother already on her side and turned away from him, when he lifted the sheet to climb in bed beside her, as if he was dreaming it, imagining it, and fantasizing it, he saw his mother's shapely, naked ass. With her beautiful ass curled toward him, she was in the fetal position. Did she expect to have sex with him? Did she want him to fuck her doggie style from behind? While holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, and spooning her, did she want him to touch her and feel her in a sexually, incestuous way? Wanting to know if she was wet, he so wanted to slide a slow hand along her pussy slit. He so needed to know if she was as wet as he was hard. Immediately with his mother lying there so sexy and so vulnerable, his cock went from semi-erect to fully erect. He'd love nothing more than to slide his hard cock in her warm, wet pussy. "Hold me, Michael. Hug me. I'm cold. Cuddle me and spoon me until I warm up," she said moving her firm ass against his hard cock. 'Oh, my God,' he thought when she pressed her naked ass against his naked, erect prick. 'Fuck me. I don't believe this.' His mother's naked ass was position right against his naked cock. "Mom," not knowing what else to say, he let out a whisper. As if she was sexually teasing him and erotically enticing him to touch her and feel her, she continued wiggling her shapely naked ass against his naked body until his cock found a comfortable place between her naked ass cheeks. He so wanted to hump her. He so wanted to make love to her. He so wanted to turn her over and fuck her. "Oh, Michael. Someone is naked other than me. Someone has an erection," she said with a dirty laugh while wiggling her ass tighter into his prick again. "Actually that feels good baby," she said. "With your prick so very hard, you're making Mommy feel so loved and so wanted." To be continued... Losing the House but Winning Mom 06 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * With the both of them in bed naked together, Michael finally has sex with his mother. Continued from Chapter Five: 'Fuck it,' he thought to himself. 'Maybe with her already in bed naked, she was expecting me to come to bed naked too. Maybe with her already in bed naked, she's expecting me to give her sex. Maybe with her already in bed naked, her way to make me feel better, she's willing to give me sex after all that happened today.' Happy to oblige her, he only hoped as the horny son that he was that he wasn't getting the wrong idea from his mother by her stripping off her blouse, her jeans, her bra, and her panties in front of his horny eyes. He hoped he wasn't getting the wrong impression of his mother by her stripping off her flannel nightgown and going to bed naked. Yet, what else was he to think? In all the years he had lived with her, he had never seen any more than a sliver of her panties in a quick up skirt flash. In all the years he had lived with her, he had never seen any more of the top of her bra and her long, line of cleavage in a down blouse sneak peek. Now, after seeing her parading around him in her bra and panty, topless, and then naked, there was no way that he could stop himself from getting naked too. Even if his mother only wanted him to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her, why would she have him do that while she was naked? With him naked too and his cock pressed up against her naked body, at the very least, with him dry humping her, there was no way that he wouldn't try and have sex with her. * * * * * With his mother already on her side and turned away from him, when he lifted the sheet to climb in bed beside her, as if he was dreaming it, imagining it, and fantasizing it, he saw his mother's shapely, naked ass. With her beautiful ass curled toward him, she was in the fetal position. Was she expecting him to feel her ass? Was she expecting to have sex with him? Did she want him to fuck her doggie style from behind? While holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, and spooning her, did she want him to touch her and feel her in a sexually, incestuous way? Wanting to know if she was wet, he so wanted to slide a slow hand along her pussy slit. He so needed to know if she was as wet as he was hard. Immediately with his mother lying there so sexy and so vulnerable, his cock went from semi-erect to fully erect. He'd love nothing more than to slide his hard cock in her warm, wet pussy. "Hold me, Michael. Hug me. I'm cold. Cuddle me and spoon me until I warm up," she said moving her firm ass against his hard cock. 'Oh, my God,' he thought when she pressed her naked ass against his naked, erect prick. 'Fuck me. I don't believe this.' His mother's naked ass was position right against his naked cock. "Mom," not knowing what else to say, he let out a whisper. As if she was sexually teasing him and erotically enticing him to touch her and feel her, she continued wiggling her shapely naked ass against his naked body until his cock found a comfortable place between her naked ass cheeks. He so wanted to hump her. He so wanted to make love to her. He so wanted to turn her over and fuck her. "Oh, Michael. Someone is naked other than me. Someone has an erection," she said with a dirty laugh while wiggling her ass tighter into his prick again. "Actually that feels good baby," she said. "With your prick so very hard, you're making Mommy feel so loved and so wanted." Chapter Six: Wondering what she wanted while wondering what she wanted him to do, she opened his Pandora's Box of incestuous wonderment by her stripping herself down to her underwear, topless, and then naked before going to bed without her clothes. With only one way for him to find out if she was wet, somehow he had to find the courage to touch her pussy and finger her cunt. Only she wasn't just any woman that he picked up at a bar and went home to her place. She was his mother. If she was anyone else but his mother, he would have been rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy by now. If she was anyone else but his mother, especially with her stripping herself naked, he would have had his cock in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy by now. Notwithstanding her being his mother, he wondered if she was as wet as he was hard. He wondered if her being in bed naked with him sexually excited her as much as it excited him being in bed naked with her. He wondered if she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. He wondered if she was as sexually aroused as he was. He wondered if she was expecting him to give her deep penetrating, animal like, incestuous sex. He'd love nothing more than to make love to his mother before fucking his mother. He'd love nothing more than to pound her pussy before she sucked his cock. Even with the both of them naked and in bed, he was afraid to take the next step. Difficult to cross the imaginary line of incest, he was still flitting with while walking the fine line. He could still fall forward or fall back. In the way she was now welcoming his touch, she could still reject his incestuous advances. No means no and he'd never force himself sexually on his mother. For him to have sex with her, their incestuous union would have to be consensual. Truly, if she was any other woman other than his mother, he would have already been all over her. If she was any other woman other than his mother, he'd be kissing her, French kissing her while feeling her tits and fingering her nipples. If she was any other woman other than his mother, he would have already been licking her pussy while rubbing her clit. If she was any other woman other than his mother, he would have already mounted her and would be making love to her before fucking her. Yet, instead of rushing to have sex with her, he enjoyed the magical and memorable moment of being in bed naked with his naked mother. Whether they had sex or not, he'd be looking back on this moment for the rest of his life. Yet, preoccupied in thought in the way his mother is always preoccupied in thought, he wondered. He wondered if his mother would be mad if he sexually touched her and felt her in the way that he so wanted to sexually touch her and sexually feel her. Nothing more than just a sexual fantasy, never really thinking about having sex with his mother before, other than the sexual fantasies that he had when masturbating himself, he was thinking about having sex with his mother now. Not really ready to launch himself into making out with his mother, perhaps overthinking things, he wondered what it would feel like to kiss her, French kiss her. With her panties having no odor whenever he sniffed them, he wondered what his mother's cunt would smell like. He wondered what his mother's pussy would taste like when licking her. He wondered what his mother would sound like just before, during, and after having an orgasm. He wondered what his mother would look like after having incestuous sex with him and after basking in the afterglow of incestuous sex. "Mom, this is so weird," he said not knowing what else to say. "This is so sexual without being sexual." As if leading him astray and taking him by his hand to the Devil's playground, she took him by the wrist and moved his arm around her slim waistline. He was touching his naked mother. He couldn't believe he was touching his naked mother. It was one thing to see his mother naked but it was quite another thing to finally touch his naked mother. Without daring to move his fingers or his hand, he felt her stomach. A place that he found so erotically sensual, he loved feeling his mother's waist. He loved how her waist curved down from her breasts to curve out at her hips. He had spent many hours walking with his mother with his hand around her waist and with his fingertips touching the very top of her shapely hips through her clothes. Now, instead of touching her through her clothes, he was touching her when she was naked. Naked, his mother was naked. She was naked. He couldn't believe his mother was naked. A first time for everything, including a son touching his naked mother, he couldn't believe he was touching his naked mother. He couldn't believe he was naked with his naked mother. He couldn't believe he was naked and in bed with is naked mother. If he ever told any of his friends that he was naked and in bed with his naked mother, they'd never believe him. Not that he'd tell any of his friends what he did or didn't do with his mother, they all sexually lusted over his mother. They all wished they could be in bed naked with his naked mother in the way that he was in bed naked with her now. 'Oh, my God.' Not knowing where else to put his hand, he rested his forearm arm on her waist and his hand on her flat, firm stomach. Wanting to make ringlets in her pubic hair with his finger, daring himself to do so, he so wanted to reach his fingers down to play with her pubic hair before moving his hand down to cup her pussy. He'd love to cup his mother's pussy in the palm of his hand, the sacred place he emerged from 22-years ago. Without offending her and without making her angry with him, he wished he could rub his mother's clit and finger her pussy while sucking her nipples. He wished he could sexually make his mother as sexually aroused as he was now. Only, the first time feeling so much of his mother's naked body, he was stunned and frozen into inactivity. Frightened that he'd ruin the moment by being too sexually aggressive, he was afraid to even touch her exposed skin. Scared to death, not wanting to go too fast too soon for fear of ruining everything, he was afraid to touch her naked breast or her naked pussy. In a quandary, other than to wait to see what would happen, he didn't know what to do. Then, taking the decision from him, making his decision for him, when he didn't move his hand, she lifted his hand and put it on her breast. Something she always did when taking control of situations, leave it to his mother to show him the way. 'Oh, my God,' he was feeling his mother's big tit. Something he never thought he'd do, even in his wildest sexual fantasies, he never imagined his mother's breast feeling so firm and so soft at the same time. Sure, he felt plenty of women's breasts before but this was his mother's breast. He was feeling his mother's big tit. He couldn't believe he had her breast in the palm of his hand. As if daring him to finger her nipple, erecting itself while getting harder, he could feel her nipple poking his hand in the way that his cock was poking her ass. As if it belonged there and meant to remain there forever, her breast felt so big and so firm in the palm of his hand. He loved his mother's big tits and he couldn't believe, with her permission, that he was feeling her naked breast. "It's only weird if you think it's weird Michael," she said. As if he felt her tits every day, she was so confidentially calm about him touching her and feeling her in a sexual way. "It's only sexual if you think it's sexual. Right now, albeit and notwithstanding, with the both of us naked, we're doing nothing wrong and nothing more than comforting one another after going through the horrific experience of losing our home. You positioned against me feels natural and normal to me and not sexual at all," she said. Not sexual? The most sexually aroused he had ever been, he couldn't say the same. Being in bed naked with his naked mother was certainly not only sexual but also incestuous to him. He wished his mother felt as sexually excited as he did. He wished his mother wanted him sexually as much as he wanted her sexually. He wished his mother was as much into incest as he was. "I love being against you too, Mother," he said unable to control his cock from pulsating and throbbing against her naked body. Every time his prick involuntarily twitch, as if to stop his cock from twitching or as if to encourage his cock to pulsate even more, she moved her naked body closer and pushed herself against his throbbing cock more. "In the way I've been feeling so lonely lately and in the way that you're always so horny," she said with a laugh. "I don't know why we haven't slept together sooner. I would have like that. I would have enjoyed you sleeping with me in my bed. We would have had a much bigger and more comfortable bed," she said with a sad laugh. "I've been so lonely so for so long. It would have been so comforting for me to feel your body against me in the way that I'm feeling your body against me now." 'What? Huh? Seriously? Why haven't we slept together sooner? Is she kidding me? She would have like that? Fuck! I would have liked that too.' She blew his mind with what she had just said. He thought of all of those wasted years he spent masturbating while having sexual fantasies of seeing his mother in her underwear, topless, and or naked. He thought of all of those times that he slept alone in his bed when he would have been welcomed to sleep with his mother in her bed. If only he knew, even if they weren't naked, he would have jumped at the opportunity to sleep with his mother while holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, and spooning her. Unable to stop his inappropriate sexual and incestuous thoughts now that he was naked and in bed with his mother, he wondered how natural and normal she'd feel if he stuck his cock in her pussy or up her ass. He'd love nothing more than to fuck her pussy and/or her ass. With him a naked, horny, and sexually frustrated man and with her a naked, sexy, beautiful woman, having his naked body pressed against her naked body felt incestuously sexual to him. He'd love nothing more than to slide his cock in his mother's pussy or in her shapely ass from behind while fondling her big, naked breasts and fingering her erect nipples. "That would have been nice Mother. I wish we had slept together sooner," he said feeling his cock throbbing and pulsating against her naked ass. "I understand how we could have made one another feel better by holding one another, hugging one another, cuddling one another, and spooning one another," he said. "Something we used to do when I was a child, we stopped sleeping together as I grew older." 'Only, I can't help myself from getting horny Jennifer,' he wanted to say and calling his mother by her first named. Wanting to tell her how horny, how sexually excited, and how hard he was, he wanted to confess all that he was thinking but he didn't say any of that to her. 'I can't help myself from having an erection now that I'm in bed with you naked and with me naked too. I can't help myself from wanting to fuck you, Mother. I'd love nothing more than to give you orgasms with my fingers, my mouth, and my cock,' he wanted to say but didn't. It was enough that he thought it. 'I wish you'd suck my cock Mom. I'd love nothing more than to cum in your mouth after cumming in your pussy. I'd love nothing more than to watch you swallow my cum.' As if she was expecting him to stick his cock inside of her, on the pretense of her getting more comfortable in bed, she pressed her naked ass harder against him while wigging her tight ass against him. As if his cock was already inside of his mother, she stayed like that while he imagined what it would feel like to make love to her. Now that he was naked with her, he couldn't help from imagining what it would feel like to fuck his mother. Now that he was naked with her, he couldn't help himself from dry humping her. Ever so slowly and ever so softly, he dry humped his mother. If felt good to build a bit of friction between his cock and her ass. More than the fact that he couldn't believe that he was dry humping his mother, he couldn't believe that his mother was allowing him to dry hump her. He only wished his cock was buried inside of her. "Hold me, Michael. Hug me. Cuddle me. Spoon me. I like being spooned," she said wiggling her shapely ass more into him. Michael held his mother. He hugged his mother. He cuddled his mother. He spooned his mother. "I like spooning you too Mom," he said. Then, after a long pause while he held her, hugged, and spooned her, she said something that really surprised him. "Actually, I like feeling your cock against me. I like you dry humping me," she said with a sexy laugh. "Touch me, Michael. Feel me as if I was your lover instead of your mother," she said. As if his cock had a bigger brain in its head than he had in his head, with his cock knowing the way home, he felt his prick rest between his mother's ass cheeks. As if he was fucking his mother in her pussy or in her ass, it felt good to stealthily and slowly move his hips back and forth and back and forth while the head of his cock rested in between his mother's ass cheeks. As if he was fucking her tits, it felt good to have his mother's ass cheeks masturbate him. A temptation that was so real and so forbidden, the opening of her pussy was only mere inches away. Did he dare try and insert himself? Did he dare try and fuck his mother from behind? Holding her tighter while hugging her and spooning her, he pulled his mother closer while hoping his cock would make his decision for him and just slip itself inside of her. Wondering if she was even wet and wet enough, he'd like to accidentally fuck his mother. He'd like for his cock to accidentally slip inside of his mother. Too late for her to reject him, he'd just like to push his stiff prick inside of her wet pussy. 'Oops. Sorry Mom. My cock slipped inside of you. Turnover on your stomach Mom and I'll climb on top of you. Maybe if I hump you hard and fast enough, eventually, after I cum, I'll be able to pull it out,' he wanted to say but didn't. If only he could, he would make love to his mother. If only she would, he would fuck his mother. With her encouraging him to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, spoon her, touch her, and feel her, he felt and fondled her big breasts while gently dry humping her. Always sexually fantasizing of feeling his mother's big breasts, he couldn't believe he was feeling his mother's big breasts. Careful not to finger her nipples, he so wanted to finger her nipples. Instead he ever so lightly brushed the palm of his hand across her erect nipples. While feeling her naked breasts, he was the horniest he had ever been and his cock had never been as hard as it was now. Something he had always dreamed of doing nearly as much as he dreamed of his mother blowing him, he so wanted to fall between her legs and lick his mother's cunt while fingering his mother's cunt. While reaching up his hands to feel her tits and finger her nipples, he imagined falling between her shaping thighs to lick her in the way he imagined her falling to her knees to suck him. He so wanted to have oral sex with his mother. He so wanted to have sexual intercourse with his mother. He so wanted to make love to his mother. He so wanted to fuck his mother. He so wanted to cum in his mother's pussy. He so wanted to stick his cock in her mouth and put a gentle hand behind her head. He so wanted to hump her mouth and fuck her face while she stroked his prick and sucked his prick. He so wanted to cum in his mother's mouth. He so wanted to watch her swallow his cum. "You're so beautiful, Mom," he said. "You're so sexy." Afraid to touch her nipples for fear that he'd sexually arouse his mother, he wished he could finger her nipples while fingering her pussy in the way he wished she'd wrap her hand around his cock. Afraid to touch her sexually, he didn't want her to prematurely stop him from holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, spooning her, and now dry humping her. He only wished he could sexually excite her in the way that she was sexually exciting him. Then, she said the magic words he was hoping to hear. Losing the House but Winning Mom 06 "You may touch my nipples Michael. It's been a long time since anyone has fingered my nipples. I like having my nipples fingered," she said. * * * * * So much to process in such a short period of time, he couldn't believe he saw his mother in her bra and panty. He couldn't believe he saw his mother topless. He couldn't believe he saw his mother naked. He couldn't believe she saw him naked. Now, as if he was dreaming or sexually fantasizing the whole thing, he couldn't believe he was in bed naked with his naked mother. With his life being flushed down the toilet after losing the house, his spirit was suddenly renewed with winning the sexually intimate affections of his mother. Just as he couldn't believe she put his hand on her breast, he couldn't believe that she now wants him to finger her nipples. Not wanting to disappoint his mother, he never wanted to disappoint his mother. Giving her what she wanted as much as what he wanted too, he reached out his fingers to take hold of her nipple, first one and then the other. He pulled her nipples. He turned her nipples. He twisted her nipples. He did everything to her nipples but to suck her nipples. He so wanted to suck her nipples while rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy. He couldn't wait to suck his mother's nipples in the way that he did when he was a baby. Going from holding her, to hugging her, to cuddling her, to spooning her, and to dry humping her naked body, now he was sexually touching her. His sexual fantasy come true, he was sexually touching and incestuously feeling his mother's naked body. If being in bed naked with his naked mother wasn't incestuously sexual, than he didn't know what was. If fingering her nipples wasn't sexual than he didn't know what was. If fingering her nipples wasn't incestuous than he didn't know what was. The more that he abused her nipples with his fingers, the more she seemed to enjoy him abusing her nipples while fingering, pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples. "You're nipples are so big and so hard Mom," he said fingering her nipples, pulling her nipples, and turning and twisting her nipples. She held his hand in her hand while directing his fingers over her nipples. He felt and fondled her firm, albeit soft breasts while fingering her hard, erect nipples. Becoming more brazen with fingering her nipples, he pulled them out even more. She had big nipples and he wished he could suck his mother's nipples while fingering her pussy as she stroked his cock. He wished he could take his mother's nipples in his mouth and nibble on her nipples. He wished he could bite his mother's nipples but not too hard. With one sexual thing leading to another sexual thing, no matter what he did to his mother's naked body, it was never enough. Always he wanted more. It wasn't enough that he was in bed naked with his naked mother and with his cock pressed up against her ass while he felt her tits and fingered her nipples, now he wished for more. Instead of just holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, spooning her, and dry humping her, he wanted to make love to her. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to fuck his mother. If it wasn't shocking enough that she wanted him to touch her as if she was his lover instead of his mother, she shocked him even more when she asked her next question. "May I touch you, too?" Without waiting for him to respond, she lowered her hand down and touched his cock with her manicured fingertips before wrapping her fingers around his stiff prick. His mother not only touched his cock but also she was holding his cock in her hand. He couldn't believe his prick was in his mother's hand. As if it belonged there, his cock felt so good in her hand. He needed to wrap his brain around him feeling her tits and fingering her nipples while she held his stiff prick in her hand. If it wasn't enough that his mother put his hand on her breasts and allowed him to finger her nipples, he couldn't believe she was now holding his erect prick in her hand. "Yes," he whispered after the fact in answer to her asking if she could touch him. Her hand was so warm and so soft. After knowing what it now felt like to have his mother's fingers wrapped around his stiff prick, he wouldn't want any other woman holding his cock in her hand. He held his breath while his mother ever so slowly stroked him. He couldn't believe his mother was masturbating him in the way he wished he could masturbate her. If this wasn't sexual, his mother holding his stiff prick in her hand, then he didn't know what was. If this wasn't incestuous, his mother slowly stroking his cock, then he didn't know what was. "You have a much bigger cock than your father. You cock is not only thicker but also it's longer too," she said exploring the head of his engorged prick with her fingers while staring down at his erect prick in the way he stared at her naked body. "It's been a long time since I've held a man's penis in my hand. Your prick feels so good in my hand Michael," she said looking up at him to make eye contact with him. "I hope you don't think badly of me but would you mind if I stroked you?" Again, she asked him the question after she already started stroking him. 'Do I mind if my mother strokes me? His mother wants to stroke his cock. He couldn't believe his mother asked him if she could stroke his cock. Hmm, let me think about that for one second. Well...okay,' he thought a split second later while laughing to himself. He looked down at his mother holding his cock with her fingers wrapped around his stiff prick. "Please. I want you to stroke me Mom. I'd love for you to stroke my cock," he said while she slowly stroked her son's cock. "Mom, that feels so could," he said stealthily humped her hand with his hips. "Please don't stop." Holding him in her hand with more pressure, she stroked him a little faster. Never had he had a harder erection. Never had he been as sexually aroused. If she continued stroking him in this way, he'd cum all over her hand. Then, she said the words that shocked him. "I hope I'm not embarrassing myself or embarrassing you but would you like me to masturbate you, Michael? Would you like for me to relieve some of your stress? I don't mind. Really I don't. I'd like to masturbate you, if you'd allow me to masturbate you," she said. He looked down at her while she looked up at him. 'His mother wants to masturbate him. He couldn't believe his mother wants to masturbate him.' More than any sexual fantasy he could have or his next door neighbor, hot Helen masturbating him, he'd love for his mother to masturbate him. More than the sexual fantasy he used to have of the school nurse masturbating him, he'd much prefer his mother masturbating him. More than the sexual fantasy he used to have of his teacher, his aunt Kathy, his mother's hot sister, of his sexual fantasy of Scarlet Johansson or Katy Perry masturbating him, he'd much rather want his mother to masturbate him. "I'd love for you to masturbate me, Mom," he said staring down at his cock being held in her hand. As if telling him that he was in good hands, she gave him a sexy, loving smile. "I used to enjoy masturbating your father. I used to enjoy watching him cum. Ejaculating a man gave me a sensation of sexual accomplishment, something that I haven't had in a very long time." 'Huh? What? What did she just say? He still didn't believe all that he heard. Did he just hear his mother correctly? Did she just ask him if he wanted her to masturbate him? Did she just as him if he wanted her to relieve some of his stress?' He couldn't believe how fast having sex with his mother materialized. His dream come true, his sexual fantasy realized, his mother giving him sex was now his reality. He couldn't believe his mother was not only holding his cock in her hand but also was stroking him and masturbating him. His mother was willingly jerking him off and wanting to make him cum. 'Fuck me. I don't believe this,' he said to himself. "God, yes, Mom," he said again in case she didn't hear him the first time. "I'd love for you to masturbate me. I'd love for you to relieve some of my stress," he said trying to control his sexual, incestuous excitement. * * * * * Yet, even then with her masturbating him, he wanted more. Instead of just masturbating him, he'd rather she'd suck him. Instead of just sucking him, he'd rather she'd fuck him. Making herself more comfortable, she turned to lay on her back. Then, continuing to shock him, she said something that he'd never forget for the rest of his life. "Touch me Michael," she said spreading her legs. "Rub my clit and finger my pussy. I want to you to masturbate me too. I want you to relieve some of my stress too. I want to cum too," she said pausing to look at him in the darkness. Even though the room was dark, with the light that emanated from the partially open door of bathroom, he could see her face. With her biting her lip, she looked nervous. With her nipples at full erection and her quivering against him, she appeared sexually excited. He couldn't believe his mother was as sexually aroused as he was. He couldn't believe his mother was masturbating him. He couldn't believe his mother wanted him to masturbate her too. Directing his fingers where to touch her, she took his hand in hers and moved it to her pussy. Chills took hold of his body as soon as his fingers touched his mother's pubic hair and then her pussy. She placed her fingers on his fingers while rubbing her clit and allowing him to finger her wet pussy. He couldn't believe the palm of his hand was touching his mother's brown, pubic hair. He couldn't believe his fingers were rubbing his mother's clit and were fingering her pussy. She was so wet. She was so very wet. He couldn't believe how wet she was. He couldn't believe he was finger fucking his mother's cunt. 'Oh, my God,' he thought to himself. 'In the way of Charles Dickens A Tale of Two Cities, this is the worst day in my life after losing the house but this is the best day of my life after winning my mother.' Obviously, just as he wanted to have sex with his mother, she wanted to have sex with him too. Something more unbelievable than just being in bed naked with his naked mother, was that she wanted him to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her while he dry humped her. Something even more unbelievable than all of that was that his mother was touching him sexually, stroking him, and masturbating him. Something even more unbelievable than her masturbating him was that his mother wanted him not only to finger her nipples but also she wanted him to masturbate her too. His mother wanted him to relieve her stress too. Just as he wanted his mother to ejaculate him, his mother wanted him to make her cum too. 'God, my life can't get any better than this.' "Oh, Mom, I love you so much," he said. She leaned her body up to whisper her forbidden words in his ear. If he wasn't wide awake, he would have thought that he had dreamt what she said to him next. "If you make me cum," she said with a pause to look him in the eyes. "I'll suck you," she said breaking eye contact to kiss, lick, and blow in his ear while touching his lip with her finger in the way that he should be touching her lip with his finger. "If you give me an orgasm with your fingers, I'll give you an orgasm with my mouth." 'Oh, my God,' he thought to himself again. His mother just offered to suck him. If he makes his mother cum, she'd blow him. His mother will willingly suck his prick. Playing it cool, he tried to respond without showing her just how sexually excited he was that his mother just offered to suck him. He'd love nothing more than to put a gentle hand behind his mother's pretty head while humping her mouth and fucking her face. "I'd love for you to suck me, Mom," he said. Continuing to sexually tease him, she whispered her words in his ear while licking and blowing in his ear. Continuing to incestuously entice him, while he masturbated her, she continued licking and blowing in his ear while slowly stroking his cock. "Tell me," she said teasing him while running a slow finger of the head of his erect prick and continuing to blow in his ear. "Would you like to cum in my mouth?" She ran a slow finger across his lips. When he did the same to her, she took his finger in her mouth and sucked it as if she was already sucking his cock. "God yes," he said. She ejected her finger to show him her open mouth and her tongue. "Would you like me to swallow you?" He looked at her with incestuous lust. "God yes," he said again. She directed his fingers with her fingers. Showing him where and how to touch her, he was rubbing his mother's clit while fingering her pussy. He couldn't believe he was touching her in such an incestuous way. He couldn't believe she was allowing him to rub her clit and finger her pussy. She was wet, so very wet and wetter than any woman he's ever touched has ever been. Yet, instead of fingering her and masturbating her, unable to control himself and stop himself from doing so, he mounted her. In the way that he had mounted so many other women he had picked up in bars and in clubs in the past, he mounted his mother. With his erect cock positioned in between her legs, Michael mounted his mother. With them against the world, further bonding their mother and son relationship with incestuous sex, he needed to make love to his mother. He needed her to sexually feel how much he loved her. He needed to sexually feel how much she loved him. He needed to feel himself inside of her. As soon as he mounted his mother, she reached her hand down, grabbed hold of his stiff prick, and inserted his erect cock in her pussy. With just a gentle hump, as if giving him reverse birth, he felt her warm wetness. With just another gentle hump, a sacred place where he was forbidden to go and where no son should ever go, he was fully inside of his mother's pussy. Finally, his hard, erect cock was inside of his mother's warm, wet pussy. Finally, he was making love to his mother. "Make love to me, Michael," she said. Being the obedient son that he was, humping her harder and humping her faster, he was making sweet love to his mother. His cock was inserted so deep in his mother's cunt that he could feel it hitting against something. As if it was the normal and the right thing to do, they kissed and kissed while making love. The first time kissing her, they finally kissed. They French kissed. Kissing and kissing her, his sexual dreams come true, he was making out with his mother while humping and humping her. He couldn't believe he was making out with his mother. He couldn't believe he was making love to his mother. "Oh, Mom," he said. She wrapped her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his lower back. "Fuck me, Michael. Fuck me," she said. She pulled her closer to him for his cock to slide deeper inside of her. "Oh, God, Mom," was all that he could utter. The harder and faster he humped her, the deeper his cock traveled inside of her. Throwing all caution to the wind, they made out as if they were indeed lovers instead of mother and son. Kissing and kissing while making love, they didn't stop kissing until Michael started fucking his mother, really pounding his mother's pussy. Humping her harder and humping her faster, he fucked his mother in the way he had never fucked any woman before. Humping her harder and humping her faster, ready to blow his load inside of his mother, while inherently knowing that he shouldn't ejaculate inside of her, he stopped himself from cumming inside of her his mother's pussy. "Don't cum inside of me, Michael. I can still get pregnant," she said to reinforce his already made decision not to cum in his mother. "Okay?" He gazed in her big, green, beautiful eyes while giving her a light peck on the lips. "Okay," he said. As if she wanted him to cum inside of her and as if she wanted him to give her a baby, she gave him a nervous smile. Her nervous smile suddenly made him feel that he was doing something so wrong and that was expressly forbidden by the law and by the church. Yet, he didn't care. He was in love with his mother and obviously she was in love with him. He didn't understand what was wrong with the love felt between a mother and her son. Besides, what they did behind a closed, motel room door was no one's business. Moreover, unable to think clearly now, all he could think about was giving his mother an orgasm so that she'd suck him. Instead of cumming in his mother's pussy now all that he could think about was cumming in his mother's mouth and her swallowing his cum. "The last thing we need now is for you to give me a baby," she said with a laugh. "We can barely support ourselves now. When you're ready to cum, pull out and I'll suck you," she said. "When you're ready to cum, you may cum in my mouth." She stared at him and he stared at her. It didn't take him much longer to be ready. "I'm ready Mom," he said. She humped him again and again before having him pull out of her. "Oh my God, Michael, you're going to make me cum. I'm ready too," she said pushing on his ass for his cock to slide in her deeper just one more time. Breathing heavily in his ear while stiffening her legs and arching her back, she had a silent orgasm. "I love you, Mom," he said again. Wishing he could stay inside of her longer, wishing he could hump her harder, faster, and cum inside of her, afraid he ejaculate in his mother's pussy, he move from on top of her to fall beside her. "I love you too, Michael," said Jennifer giving her son a deep, wet kiss. She looked at him while touching the side of his face. "That was great," he said ready for his mother to blow him. She ran her hand down his chest and to his still erect prick. His sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe he made love to his mother before fucking his mother. "Oh, Michael. If I was home, I'd scream but I don't want anyone to know we had sex," she said kissing him and kissing him. "You gave me an orgasm, my first orgasm during intercourse. It's been a long time since a man gave me an orgasm. Normally the only way I get off is if someone plays with my clit while eating me," she said moving him off of her. She gave him a long, sexy look while stroking his penis. "I love you, Mom. She moved up to him to whisper her words in his ear. "I love you too Michael," she said pausing to take his cock in her hand again. She ran her finger across the head of his cock and stroked for a minute him to make him harder. "Now, may I suck you now?" She slowly stroked him while waiting for him to respond. "Yes," he said. Continuing to tease him, she asked him her next question. "Just so there's no misunderstanding," she said with a laugh. "Would you like for me to blow you?" He laughed with her. "Yes. God yes, Mom," he said. "Please blow me." Continuing to tease him. "Just one more question," she said teasing him. "Would you like to cum in my mouth?" He looked at her with sexual excitement. "Oh, God yes, Mom. I'd love to cum in your mouth," he said sliding a slow finger across her full lips before kissing her and parting her lips with his tongue. "I need to cum in your mouth." She slid her body down the bed and took his cock in her hand before taking his stiff prick in her mouth. Kissing and kissing his cock, she played with the head of his cock with her warm, wet tongue. He stared down at his mother with his brown eyes while she stared up at him with her green eyes. His mother was blowing him. He couldn't believe his mother was blowing him. With her looking up at him with his hard, hairy prick buried in her mouth, she gave him an image he'd never forget. Losing the House but Winning Mom 06 He couldn't believe his mother was licking and sucking all of her vaginal secrets from his cock. He couldn't believe his mother had his prick in her mouth. He couldn't believe his mother was sucking him. Stroking him with one hand, she cupped his testicles with her other. In total shock, he couldn't believe his mother had his prick in her hand and in her mouth. In total incestuous love and lust with his mother, he couldn't believe his mother was sucking him. He put a gentle hand to the back of her head and humped her mouth while fucking her face. He felt her tits and fingered her nipples while she stroked him harder and faster while sucking his cock deeper. She looked up at him while he looked down at her. It sexually excited him even more to see his cock in his mother's mouth. She stroked him hard and stroked him faster while sucking him deeper. Then, as if he was cumming in Debbie's, Linda's, Audrey's, Helen's, Christine's, Heather's, Tiffany's, or Rebecca's mouth, women he had dated in the past and who had blown him, he exploded a full load of cum in his mother's mouth. True to her word, instead of spitting out his cum in a tissue, she swallowed his cum. His mother not only blew him but she allowed him to cum in her mouth and swallowed his cum. To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Losing the House but Winning Mom 07 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * Angelo Mozilo of Countrywide Bank helps Jennifer and Michael buy a house. The next day, November 1st, other than the fact that they were living in a motel room instead of their home, was like any other day. As if they were a couple on their Honeymoon, they enjoyed the afterglow of sex while reading through the Sunday newspaper. While looking for a place to live, Jennifer looked through the real estate section. She was looking to rent a home instead of an apartment. She saw several homes and a few condos for rent in her budget. Then, as if she was meant to see it, she saw a mansion for sale. Way out of her price range, she recognized the mansion at first glance. She had seen it many times before when Googling his house. Only, it wasn't just any mansion. It was Angelo Mozilo's mansion, the co-founder and ex-chairman of the board and the ex-chief executive, financial officer of Countrywide Bank. He was selling his beautiful mansion. She couldn't believe he was selling his beautiful mansion. Only, instead of fleeing the country, living in the Cayman Islands or in Belize, he was moving to Santa Barbara. She stared at the picture of the mansion while remembering that he bought a new mansion in Santa Barbara. As if she was as stalker stalking him or a fan enamored with him, she read that somewhere. She had been following his moves for some time, ever since he was exposed as one of the prime players in the stock market crash and banking meltdown. Countrywide was her old bank, the bank that gave her the mortgage for her house before Bank of America took over the bank and foreclosed on her house. 'The bastards,' she thought without verbalizing it. An exclusive area, the mansion was located in Thousand Oaks, California in the Sherwood Country Club Estates. She knew it was his house because she had previously looked up his address on the Internet to write him her plea to stay in her home and not be evicted. Only, she wrote the letter but she didn't mailed the letter because she knew the bank's decision was no longer up to him. Countrywide was now a defunct bank having been bought out by Bank of America. Interestingly and coincidentally enough, there was an open house tomorrow, Sunday. With the open house giving her inspiration, she had an idea. A long shot, but she had a good feeling about what she was about to do. If nothing else, perhaps what she planned to do would give her some closure. If nothing else, perhaps hoping to meet him in person would make her feel better to give him a piece of her mind and to show him what he and his bank did to good people like her and her son. With his house not far from where she used to live, she dressed in the best clothes that she had packed and headed out with Michael in the truck. Maybe, if she met with Mr. Mozilo in person, he'd give her more than his sympathy but his help. Maybe there was something that he could do personally to make things right for her and her son. Only, chances are, he wouldn't even be at his own open house. Chances are he'd be on his yacht in Belize counting the money he stole from good, honest, hardworking people or he'd be at his new, bigger, and even more exclusive mansion that he just bought in Santa Barbara. 'God he was such an asshole,' she thought to herself without saying that out loud. * * * * * The next day, she enlisted Michael to drive her to the open house. It wasn't just a gated estate, it was an exclusive, private property and part of an entire gated community. They pulled on the property of the Sherwood Country Club Estates feeling as if they were interlopers and invaders who dared intrude on the very rich, the superrich, and the powerful, the super powerful. There was even a guard with a guardhouse and gate. People who entered the property had to sign in on the log. Jennifer had never been on any property where she had to sign a log to gain admittance. "Hi," he said looking in their truck as if looking for weapons of mass destruction. "What's your business?" Instead of trying to pass for potential buyers, with them sitting in a beat up, old, pickup truck, they had a better chance of passing as landscapers. The guard looked at them as if they were trying to get in the country illegally or in this instance on the estate under false pretenses. Of course, in their case, that was true. They had no intention of attending the open house. They had no intention of buying Mr. Mozilo's mansion. Jennifer hoped that Angelo Mozilo would be there supervising or giving personal tours of his estate. A longshot but worth a try, armed with her cliché in mind, nothing ventured, nothing gained, she was hoping to get Mr. Mozilo alone to talk to him. "We're here for the open house. My car, a brand new Jaguar, broke down and my son was kind enough to drive me in his truck," said Jennifer giving the guard a smile. Not responding to her story that her new Jaguar broke down, the guard ignored her car problems. "The realtor is already at the house. Stay to the right and follow this road for about mile," he said pointing. "The house is straight ahead. You can't miss it. It's the biggest house in the complex." The guard called ahead of their arrival and Jennifer gave the guard her best sexy smile, the same sexy smile that she had been giving to her son. "Are their open house signs with balloons?" The guard made a face as if he had just swallowed a bug. "We don't allow signs and/or balloons here lady," he said shaking his head and waving his hand as if it was a mini stop sign. The guard opened the gate and Michael drove his truck down the road and to the mansion. There were already several cars parked in the lot. One couple was just entering the mansion as another couple was just leaving. It seemed like a decent turnout for a mansion that was selling for an asking price of more than 3 million dollars. Instead of parking their truck, they followed the parking lot to the back of the house. Then, instead of walking up the front stairs to go in the front door, they parked the truck and walked up the back stairs to enter through the rear entrance. * * * * * Jennifer read online that Mr. Mozilo and his wife Phyllis were selling their 6,200 square foot, five bedroom and 5 ½ bath house to live permanently in Santa Barbara, California, where he bought a 12,700 square foot estate. Compared to the new house, his old house was cottage like. He could easily fit two of these homes in his new home. Especially at his elderly age, now 77-years-old, he'd need a staff of maids and butlers to maintain the massive home and see to his and his wife's needs. One would think, especially at his advanced age that he'd want to go smaller instead of bigger. Only, Angelo Mozilo was a man with an ego as big as his mansion. Jennifer couldn't believe her eyes when she walked up the stairs. A longshot, she was right in her intuition to go to the open house. Not expecting to see him, Mr. Mozilo was sitting on his veranda sipping coffee. He looked just like his picture on the internet. As if he was an Arabian king, with his greyish, white hair framing his face, he was so tanned. "Mr. Mozilo. Hi. I'm Jennifer and this is my son, Michael," she said continuing to scale the steps as if she was scaling a tower to present herself at the sacrificial altar. Never shy, had she been born a man instead of a woman, with her big brain, confidence, and outgoing personality, she would have been more successful in her career than she was. Only, it was a man's world and all the players who ruined the economy were men, old, white men. All the players who brought Wall Street, the banks, and the insurance companies to their knees were mostly elderly, Caucasian men. He looked up from the newspaper he was reading to give her a look as if trying to recognize her from somewhere. He stared at her for a long moment before looking away. When he didn't recognize her, he returned his attention to his newspaper again. Instead of giving her welcome, he gave her his discontent. "You're not allowed back here," he said in the voice that had the practiced tone of a banker denying her a loan or her opportunity to refinance the house that she no longer owns. "This is my private residence. The open house is on the other side," he said without even looking up at her. "Please leave." Jennifer continued climbing the rest of the steps until she was standing on his imported, marble tiled veranda. "We're not here for the open house. I could never afford a house as grand as this," she said looking up at the back of the house that looked just as spectacular as the front of the house and as if she was looking at a palace. Unable to control herself and to stop herself from doing so, immediately she started to cry and immediately, being the gracious gentleman that he is, he stood to comfort her. Perhaps if Jennifer wasn't so pretty and so sexy, he would have asked them to leave. Instead, he offered her a chair. "There, there, now. There, there. Sit, have a seat. Relax. It's a beautiful day," he said patting her shoulder. "Allow me to give you something to drink or eat. What would you like? James," he said calling his butler. Jennifer looked up at the butler. "Water for me, please," she said. Michael waved off the butler who hovered over him. "Nothing for me. Thank you," said Michael to the butler and to Mr. Mozilo. He was so tanned. He was so well mannered. He was so polished. If she didn't know he was Angelo Mozilo, the son of a butcher, and a successful banker, she would have thought he was Ralph Lauren. By his polished look and the cut of his clothes, periwinkle, silk lounging pajamas with a matching silk robe, and leather slippers, he looked like the very rich man that he was. "For my security," he said bowing his head in apology. "May I see your identification?" Jennifer removed her license from her purse and Michael removed his license from his wallet and handed them to the butler. As if memorizing their names, he checked their photos against their faces and made copies of their licenses with a small pocket camera that he retrieved from his pocket before returning their ID's. "Now with that formality over, how may I help you?" Angelo patted Jennifer's hand. "We lost our house to foreclosure. Our original mortgage was with Countrywide Bank then when Bank of America took charge of our mortgage, our adjustable rate mortgage continued to climb higher. With the value of our house sinking lower, drowning underwater in a sea of debt, we no longer could afford the mortgage payments. Having never missed a payment and never late on a payment before, the bank wouldn't allow us to refinance either," said Jennifer sobbing in her hands. He gave her a look as if he was genuinely interested in her story. "I see," said Angelo. He handed her a box of tissues that were within his reach. "Thank you," she said accepting a tissue to dry her eyes. "They said that we didn't have enough equity in our home and with our home going down in value, throwing good money after bad, they weren't about to renegotiate our old mortgage for a new mortgage. Bank of America took our home yesterday." As if his guilty conscience was coming home to roost, with Jennifer and her son putting faces on the injustice that his bank had done them, Angelo looked at her horrified. Obviously the reality of their personal loss was much more terrifying than a senate sub-committee called to investigate him, his former bank, and bank fraud. These were real people sitting in front of him. These were victims of what he and his cronies did to the American middleclass. * * * * * "There, there now. There, there," said Angelo standing over Jennifer. "I'm sorry you lost your house. The real culprits in all of this were the Federal Reserve with their series of interest rate hikes," he said returning to sit and lean back confidently in his chair after throwing the Federal Reserve under the bus. As if he was about to give a speech at Bloomberg Financial, he looked from Jennifer before looking at Michael and before returning his focus interest to Jennifer. "If what the Federal Reserve did wasn't enough there were the crooked real estate speculators, falling housing prices, and regulators attacks on interest only and other subprime mortgages," he said immediately posturing in a defensive position. Not really knowing what all of that meant and how any of it fit in with her losing her home, Jennifer looked at Mr. Mozilo with confusion. Seemingly blaming everyone but himself, throwing everyone else under the bus and not taking any personal responsibility of his actions, even with his bank holding 41 billion dollars in subprime, junk loans, Angelo failed to mention the banking industries loose lending policies. He failed to mention liar loans which loaned borrowers at higher rates without even verifying their incomes. It was as if the banks didn't care if the buyers didn't pay their loans. It was as if the banks were hoping that buyers would default and have their houses foreclosed. He failed to mention that his bank, in the way of the loose rules of the Rich Dad Poor Dad game, was a major player in causing the banking crash. "Even though there are a small army of others responsible for the financial crisis, being that your original loan was with my bank, I somehow feel responsible," he said suddenly sounding like Donald Trump posturing before a podium. "Now that this financial crisis is over, I've been trying to make amends by starting new businesses and giving people jobs," he said with pride while suddenly taking on the persona of a superhero instead of a deviously despicable banker. Jennifer stopped crying to look up at him with hope. "Can you help us?" He sighed and rolled his eyes. "I can't help every person who comes to my door but I have helped others keep their homes. Being that you've already lost your home, too late for that now, perhaps I can help you with a job instead," he said. "Unfortunately, out of my hands, I can't get your house back. Much in the way that they took ownership of your house, Bank of America took control of my bank," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. As if he was the victim too, he failed to mention that he personally made tens of millions of dollars in the sale of his bank. With his health insurance guaranteed for him and his wife by the Bank of America as part of their buyout agreement, he didn't have the worries that the average person had who lost everything their jobs, their savings, and their homes because of him. With him her last hope, she looked at him with disappointment. "You're right. It's too late anyway. The bank took out house yesterday," she said again. Something Michael never expected to see from Angelo Mozilo, he looked genuinely sorry for their loss. Ready to leave, at least they got to talk to him. He knew that this face to face conversation would give his mother some closure and would go a long way in making her feel that she fought the good fight to keep her house. "That's a shame." Then, he blurted out what she was thinking, hoping, and wishing he'd say. "Perhaps I can help buy you a new house," he said giving her a big, white, toothy smile. At first she looked at him as if he was kidding her. Then, looking at him with skepticism, she looked at him as if he was nuts. Finally, looking at him as if he was her grandfather or a Mafia Godfather, she looked at him with excitement. "Really? You'd do that for us? People you don't even know?" He shrugged. "Sure. Why not. It's only money. I'm an old man," he said. "With everyone I know and love financially set, what else am I going to do with my money? I can't take my money with me when I die. Why not contribute to a good cause and to someone who really needs the money? Besides, you look like good people, a single mom looking out for her son." 'If only he knew they were lovers,' thought Michael. 'What would he say then? A single, trailer trash Mom having incestuous sex with her son and a perversely perverted son having incestuous sex with his mother, he'd never give them money to buy a house then.' "The federal government has had me under investigation for years," he said with sadness. "They're trying to sue me civilly to recoup some of the monies that I earned legally and on monies that they've already collected taxes. No doubt they'll win. They'll be taking most of my money anyway," he said looking into Jennifer's green eyes. "Why not give some of that money to you?" Jennifer gave him a smile and reached across the table to take hold of his hand. "I'm sorry," said Jennifer letting go of his hand. Then, he said something insightful and something she didn't expect him to say. "Instead of going after me, I wish they'd go after some of the others. I'm not the only one responsible for the financial crisis. I didn't singlehandedly bring down Wall Street, the banks, and the insurance companies. I had plenty of help from others," he said nodding his head in solemnness. "Yet, as if I'm the only culprit," he said giving her a poor, woe is me look, "I'm the one the press put a face to the financial meltdown blame." Thinking that he was the biggest player and the one most responsible for the financial meltdown, she was surprised when Mr. Mozilo educated her otherwise. "Others? What do you mean? Tell me. I'd really like to know. Who were some of the others responsible for the market crash, the failed banks, and for taking down Wall Street?" As if he wanted to tell her all and as if he wanted to confess all of his sins and secrets to someone, he gave her a confident look before taking her in his confidence. "When it comes time to lawyer up and defend myself, without going into detail, I can name some names, if that means that I keep the government's lawyers and civil lawsuit at bay. I've been transferring whatever assets I have to family members as my way to protect myself and giving money away to friends," he freely admitted. "I've even given plenty of money away to folks, strangers actually, those in need as my penance to soothe my soul with the hopes of righting any wrongdoings I may have done unintentionally." He made himself sound so innocent. He made himself out as a victim too. Then, he paused as if taking a drag of his cigarette or taking a long, thoughtful sip of his wine but he wasn't smoking a cigarette or drinking wine. He was drinking coffee. "My motto that quickly became my philosophy and was correctly quoted by the New Yorker," he said leaning forward in his chair to rest his elbows on the table. "You need to make dust or eat dust and I don't like eating dust. Once called the smartest man in the world, with too many of the so called financial wizards underestimating me, I left them all in my dust," he said with a laugh as if he was having a private joke. An interesting man, a man of insightfulness, and a man of keen intellect, Jennifer eyed him with interest. "You said there were others to blame. You said that you could name names. So tell me about the others responsible for the financial market crash," said Jennifer more interested in learning about him as he seemed interested in learning about her. "Please name some names. I'd like to know who some of the other who were responsible for the financial catastrophe." * * * * * He wrinkled his face and nodded at her as if about to tell her a secret. "Truthfully, with people quick to blame the Republicans, the financial mess started with the Democrats. The financial meltdown began with President Clinton and his free-wheeling capitalism with the Gramm-Leach-Bliley Act, which repealed the Glass-Steagall Act of 1933." He looked from Jennifer's to Michael's look of confusion before returning his look to Jennifer with an explanation. Losing the House but Winning Mom 07 "The Glass-Steagall Act was passed because of the '29 stock market crash. With Congress blaming the banks for the market crash even back then, basically, the act limited the financial activities between banks and security market firms. If that law had still been in place, none of this fiasco ever would have happened," he said. He waved his finger as if he was the banker standing in the middle of a monopoly board ordering all of the players to jail without passing 'Go' and collecting $200. "Banks and security market firms would have been unable to conspire with one another and be in collusion with one another." Michael leaned forward in his chair. "Wow," said Michael. "In hindsight, I guess that law was passed for a reason. Huh? " Mr. Mozilo nodded his agreement to the simplicity of Michael's question. "What the Gramm-Leach-Bliley Act did was to exempt credit-default swaps from government regulation. That relaxation of government control in effect was the silver bullet that loaded the gun," said Angelo. "Then, another nail in the financial market coffin, in '95, Clinton rewrote the Community Reinvestment Act. In principle the Act was a good thing but no matter their good intentions, as if the Act was a drug ready to be counteracted upon, there are always side and effects to everything and someone there to find that legal loophole and prey on the consumer." Satisfied with the simplicity of his explanation without having to go in great details, he sat back in his chair and smiled. "Wow," said Michael. As soon as Michael showed his interest, Angelo continued with his explanation. "Playing a big role in creating a permissive lending environment, the Act loosened the housing rules and pressured banks to lend to low-income neighborhoods," said Angelo looking from Jennifer to look at Michael before looking back at Jennifer. "Relaxed government, banking regulations and permissive lending is how we all got into this mess." Seemingly bursting her bubble about her favorite president and about her preferred political party, Jennifer looked at Mr. Mozilo with interest. "Now, that's something I didn't know about President Clinton," said Jennifer. "I'm sure his intentions were good and he was honorable. Who knew what more would happen with that Act than just lending money to the poor? The banks found their loophole to use that to their favor," said Jennifer. Angelo laughed loudly. "Good and honorable are not two words that I would use in personally describing Bill Clinton," said Angelo. Impressed that his mother was getting the picture before he even did, Michael looked at his mother before looking at Mr. Mozilo. Angelo Mozilo gave Jennifer the same eye of appreciation with her being on the same page and with him not having to take the time to explain everything. "It sounds like President Clinton was more for helping himself and his buddies than he was for helping the people," said Michael. "What else is new?" Angelo shrugged his shoulders and gave Michael a knowing look before leaning forward in his chair as if he was about to divulge secret, government information. "President Clinton's ex-budget director Franklin Delano Raines, Frank, as he preferred being called, was at the helm of Freddie Mac. He left the agency when after it was embroiled in an accounting scandal that made both Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae wards of the state," he said. Michael shook his head with all the backroom deals that apparently happened behind the scenes. "I guess it pays to give the President of the United States as a reference on your resume," said Michael with a laugh. Angelo nodded his head in agreement. "In the way that President Clinton was an undergraduate student at Georgetown University and then a graduate law student at Yale, both men attended Oxford. Only Frank graduated from Harvard Law School instead of Yale. Because of who he was and who he knew, he beat a class action lawsuit suing him to recover the lost funds of deceived investors. With him not totally aware of the happenings at Freddie Mac, ignorance is not an excuse of the law but in the case of Frank Raines, with him having far reaching power and influence, it was." Angelo looked at his watch, before looking up at the sun. He was wearing a Patek Phillippe watch that probably cost him six figures, what most married middleclass people earn before taxes in two years of hard work. "It's getting hot out here," said Angelo. "Will you join me for breakfast?" Not wanting to speak for her son, Jennifer looked to Michael and he gave her a nod in the affirmative. "I'd love to continue this discussion over breakfast," said Jennifer. Angelo escorted Jennifer to the dining room with Michael following. He stopped to whisper something to his butler. Jennifer figured he had asked the butler to call the police but she was already there and invited inside, so she thought she'd make the most of her visit with Mr. Mozilo until the police arrived to escort her off of the property. Instead of sitting at the opposite ends of the huge dining room table, as if having a boardroom meeting, Angelo had Jennifer and her son sit across from him. He looked from mother to son before looking back at Jennifer. He confidently sat in his chair as if he was about to begin a meeting of the board. * * * * * "Marion and Herb Sandler," he said as if they had just walked in the room. "They were worth billions. Marion is dead now but they both spent the later years of their lives as philanthropists. Most folks never heard of Marion and Herb Sandler and/or the bank they started, the World Savings Bank. They're the ones responsible for selling home loans with the option called ARM's, adjustable rate mortgages. An adjustable rate mortgages was the reason why you lost your house, no doubt," he said making eye contact with Jennifer. "They made hundreds of millions of dollars and made 2.3 billion when they sold their bank to Wachovia in 2006," said Angelo remaining quiet while his staff served Jennifer and her son breakfast. "Now I'm really interested. Tell me more please," said Jennifer. Angelo took a bite of his toast before speaking. "Phil Gramm, the Chairman of the Senate Banking Committee from '95 to 2000 was the champion of financial deregulation. Deregulation is always good for people like me but always bad for people like you," he said with a little laugh. "He inserted a key provision in the 2000 Commodity Futures Modernization Act that exempted over-the-counter derivatives, such as credit-default swaps from regulation by the Commodity Futures Trading Commissions. In conjunction with the Gramm-Leach-Bliley Act and the Community Reinvestment Act, that was the start of the giant snowball rolling down the hill that took down Joe Cassano, the head of AIG, and that cost the United States 150 billion dollars thus far." Jennifer's mouth fell open. "Oh, my God. I never heard or read any of this. I never heard of any of these people," said Jennifer enthralled. "If I knew any of this was going on behind the scenes, I never would have bought a house. I would have waited and purchased a house for a fraction of the cost after the stock market and housing market crashed," she said. Angelo shook his head in disagreement. "Bankers, brokers, politicians, and lawyers paid reporters a lot of money to keep their names out of the newspapers," said Angelo. "Besides, with banks now gun shy and on their best behavior, dotting all of the I's and crossing all of the T's, good luck getting a mortgage after the market crashed. The party was over by then. Those real estate developers who had the cash in their pockets to buy properties for pennies on the dollar made billions," he said. Michael looked at his mother wide-eyed. "I don't believe this," he said. "This is so unbelievable." They remained silent while waiting for Angelo to speak again. "Alan Greenspan, the Federal Reserve Chairman, became a disciple of the Libertarian Icon, Ayn Rand, after he read Atlas Shrugged. The boy wonder, a financial genius, was the resident financial maestro, the monetary guru, and wizard of Wall Street and of the economy. Nonetheless his God given financial intellect as a super economist, he admitted that he had made a mistake in presuming that financial firms could regulate themselves," said Angelo laughing loudly. "Ha! A mistake? That's an understatement if ever I heard one. That was a monumental blunder." Angelo laughed out loud again. "That was a joke. That was like putting a fox in a henhouse and telling the farmer not to worry about his chickens." Jennifer couldn't believe she was getting the inside dope on Alan Greenspan from Angelo Mozilo of all people. "I always liked listening to Mr. Greenspan but I never figured him for being that naïve," said Jennifer. Angelo stopped to take a bite of his breakfast before continuing. "James, tell Martha that the eggs are delicious. Martha is my cook. I persuaded her to leave her job as a chef of a five star restaurant after she hurt her back and couldn't stand for long periods of time," said Angelo. "Now by suppling her with a high stool with wheels," he said with a chuckle, "she cooks exclusively for me." Michael smiled. "Normally, I don't eat eggs, but these eggs are good," said Michael. Then, Jennifer smiled. "Our compliments to the chef," said Jennifer to James. "This is the best breakfast I've ever eaten." Angelo sat back in his chair again as if ready to give a speech on the state of the economy. "Swooping in to take advantage of America's hunger for credit was another man you may have not heard mentioned. Wen Jiabao was the proxy of the Chinese government. As everyone is well aware, China was one of the primary dealers of credit to the United States Government. China held an estimated 1.7 trillion dollars in debt. Manipulating money markets behind the scenes, China was eager to control the value of its currency against the U. S. dollar," said Angelo. Michael banged his fist on the table. "Damn Chinese," said Michael. "I knew they were behind all of this. It's their fault that we lost our house." Jennifer shot Michael a look before returning her focused attention to listen to Mr. Mozilo while eating her breakfast. "Simplistically yes the Chinese should shoulder some of the blame but convolutedly no. As if Wen Jiabao was the shylock in Shakespeare's Merchant of Venus, the Chinese were the loan sharks from China," said Angelo with a laugh. "China was responsible for the devaluation of our dollar more than anyone but the American consumer is more to blame for demanding more and more inferior Chinese goods." Jennifer shot Michael another look. "Sorry, for my son's passionate outburst. Please continue, Mr. Mozilo." Angelo raised a hand and waved it down showing that he had no problem with Michael's spirited outburst. "Angelo. All my friends call me Angelo. Being that you're invited guest in my house, sitting at my table, and eating my food, we're friends. Please call me Angelo." "Thank you, Angelo," said Jennifer. "Please tell us more." Angelo closed his eyes for a moment as if taking a nap or falling in deep thought. Then, as soon as his eyes opened, his mouth opened too. * * * * * "Then, there was Christopher Cox, the ex-SEC chief. Ignoring repeated allegations of fraud, he chose not to investigate Bernard Madoff and hedge funds as a whole. Starting the fatal, financial failure falling, that one, illegal Ponzi scheme cost retirees and nonprofit organizations fifty billion dollars in losses. Able to nip things in the bud before they got out of hand, the SEC had the power to investigate investment houses such as, Lehman Brothers and Merrill Lynch for better disclosures and not following investment regulations and laws. Blaming limited SEC staff, Mr. Cox chose to close this eyes to such infractions." Michael looked at his mother before addressing Angelo. "Wow, who would have thought the SEC was to blame too," said Michael. "I always thought they were above all of that. I always thought that they were like the IRS of the financial market or the Supreme Court of investors' investments." Angelo nodded his agreement to Michael. "With plenty of blame to go around there were lots of CEO's on Wall Street who were to blame but none more than Jimmy Cayne of Bear Stearns. I'm not embarrassed or proud to tell you that I'm worth 600 million dollars," said Angelo with pride, "but Jimmy is worth nearly one billion dollars." Michael whistled his appreciate as to how much money Mr. Mozilo was worth not to mention how much Jimmy Cayne was worth too. "Wow," said Michael. "Damn. That's a lot of money." Angelo sat back in his chair seemingly proud with his personal accomplishments and happy to confess all of this about his colleagues. "Bear Stearns held 40 billion in mortgage bonds that they sold to JP Morgan. Sandy Weill's Citigroup was another big bank to blame. Meanwhile, the biggest culprit in this financial fiasco, was Kathleen Corbet of Standard & Poor. She slapped AAA seals of approval on the riskiest of the loans." Jennifer shook her head back and forth. "My God, such a mess," said Jennifer. Michael nodded to his mother. "It's as if once the ball was in motion, no one could stop it rolling downhill and taking people and companies with it before reaching the bottom in a gigantic crash," said Michael. Angelo smiled a nod at Michael. "It wasn't only America grabbing at the greed. Fred Goodwin of the Royal Bank of Scotland was a big player in overreaching what his bank could safely afford when he acquired ANB Amro. Another big player on the world stage was David Oddsson, Iceland's Prime Minister. He made his country an experiment in free-market economics by privatizing their three main banks. Then, when Iceland's economy soured, they had a macroeconomic meltdown. The IMF, the International Monetary Fund, had to step in after the currency lost more than half of its value," said Angelo seemingly knowing everything that economically happened in the world at the time. Jennifer pushed the remainder of her breakfast away to concentrate on drinking her coffee while listening to the guru of mortgage banking taking control of the conversation. As if he was an oracle, and he was, and as if she was a student of finance, and she was, she only wished she had been privy to his wisdom before she spent all of her money on a house that was lost to foreclosure. "Tell me more," said Jennifer sitting forward in her chair with interest. Looking much like two high school freshmen in a sex education class, Michael sat forward in his chair too. "Hedge funds were responsible for sloppy mortgage lending. John Devaney and other hedge fund managers bought up mortgages to thereby help make it possible for lenders to make questionable loans and then sell them. He actually told Money Magazine, "The consumer has to be an idiot to take on one of those adjustable rate mortgages weighted down with balloon payments and high interest, but it has been one of our best performing investments." Michael nodded his head in agreement. "Wow, we're a couple of idiots," said Michael with sadness. Jennifer shook her head in disbelief. "Lew Ranieri, was the father of mortgage-backed bonds in which home loans were packaged together by Wall Street firms and sold to institutional investors. He boasted that his mortgage trading desk made more money than all of the rest of Wall Street combined. The balloon burst when subprime borrowers started missing their payments. Then the mortgage market stalled and subsequently the bond prices collapsed," said Angelo. "Which is why they called them junk bonds," he said with a little laugh. "A better name would have been shit bonds." Now it was Jennifer's turn to nod her head in agreement. "That's us, a couple of idiots," said Jennifer. "We no longer could afford our mortgage when the adjustable rate moved it out of our financial reach." Angelo seemingly looked sad for Jennifer's plight. "The gorilla of Wall Street, as Dick Fuld was known, moved Lehman into subprime mortgages," said Angelo. "Bankrolling lenders, and with no one watching the henhouse but the fox, they made questionable loans to borrowers. Lehman took those loans and made them into bonds, junk bonds stamped with AAA rating by Standard and Poor that were nothing but toxic debt. Fuld earned $500 million in compensation during his tenure as CEO at Lehman." Michael just sat there in shock. "With the spotlight on Greenspan, Bush, and Paulson, and everyone blaming the collapse of Wall Street on them, I never heard of any of these people playing such a major role in the meltdown," said Michael. Angelo nodded. "The rich and powerful are always well insulated. Stan O'Neal, Merrill Lynch's CEO guided his company to create CDO's, collateralized debt obligations, which were primarily subprime mortgage bonds. With 41 billion dollars in subprime bonds, Merrill Lynch failed and just as they did with my bank, Bank of America swooped in to buy them too," said Angelo. Now Jennifer looked angry after hearing the real story. "This is so amazing hearing the inside scoop from the horse's mouth," said Jennifer doing her best to hide her anger. "Seemingly the one bank who made out was Bank of America." Jennifer shook her head in disbelief. "David Lereah, chief economist of the National Association of Realtors, was quoted as saying that the housing market is going to keep chugging on forever," said Angelo. "Regularly trumpeting the infallibility of the housing market, he chastised people for missing out on the housing boom in 2006. Then, changing his tune from a trumpet of joy to a bugle of warning, a year later in 2007, he was quoted as saying, "It appears we have established a bottom," said Angelo with a loud laugh. Jennifer nodded in agreement. "I was definitely caught up in that," confessed Jennifer. "My dream was to own my own home." Michael seemed surprised by the enormity of the responsibility of all the players. "Encouraging the housing boom, Burton Jablin, the programming czar of Scripps Networks, which owns HGTV, helped inflate the real estate bubble by developing programs such as, Designed to Sell, House Hunters, House Hunters International, My House is Worth What?, and Income Property. He not only gave the housing market gusto but also he gave it glamour," said Angelo. "I faithfully watch House Hunters and House Hunters International every day," said Jennifer. She smiled her innocent ignorance at Angelo. "Homebuilders had much to do with the housing market collapse too. As CEO of Beazer Homes, Ian McCarthy had become the poster child for the worst behavior of homebuilders. His aggressive sales tactics and lies about borrowers' qualifications contributed to the economic housing meltdown. "This is just so unbelievable," said Michael. "Then, of course, there's President George W. Bush and his Secretary of the Treasury, Paulson. Bush is to blame because the meltdown of the economy happened on his watch. Secretary Paulson is to blame for allowing Lehman Brothers to fail and then for opening the doors of the Treasury to banks and insurance companies. With some of these corporations not repaying the government, he passed out billions of dollar without properly accounting for who got how much money," said Angelo laughing loudly again. "Can you imagine that knucklehead? I can't imagine that knucklehead passing out money like that. All he cared about was getting his tax free, 450 million dollar, golden parachute from Lehman Brothers before closing their doors." "That's so unbelievable," said Jennifer echoing her son. "What's even more unbelievable than Secretary of the Treasury, Henry Paulson, passing out billions for our tax money to his friends, is that no one went to jail. No one was even arrested. With this being the biggest robbery in the history of the United States, no one was even charged with a crime," said Angelo Mozilo. "Now that Feds are after me, just me and no one else." Losing the House but Winning Mom 07 Angelo's butler reappeared carrying a silver tray with a pen, a piece of paper, an envelope, and a business card. Angelo removed the piece of paper, the pen, the envelope, and the business card from the tray. He signed the paper, returned the pen to the tray, and stuffed the paper in the envelope along with the business card. He sealed the envelope closed with a lick before handing it to Jennifer. "I'm sorry but I have a pressing appointment. Please don't open the envelope until you leave. I've given you what I thought was fair compensation for your house, for your time, and for your trouble," said Angelo standing and shaking both Jennifer's and Michael's hands. "Good luck to you both. I hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive me." The butler escorted them out and locked the door behind them. Obeying him, she didn't open the envelope until they were in the truck. Figuring it was a check for a dollar or enough to buy a nice dinner, it was a cashier's check made out to her for one million dollars. Along with the cashier's check was a note that read, "The money is free and clear. Don't worry about the taxes. I'll take care of that for you. Your taxes on a million dollars would have been four hundred thousand dollars but it's just another charitable tax deduction for me." To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Losing the House but Winning Mom 08 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * Mother and son rekindle their incestuous feelings by having sex on Christmas Eve. Tired of California, Jennifer and her son moved east. They moved to Massachusetts, a place where they didn't know anyone and a place where no one knew them. With Jennifer dressing younger and her son dressing older, especially with him growing a beard, which his mother adored, they looked to be about the same age. Their plan, although not verbalized, was to pass themselves off as husband and wife instead of as mother and son. When out in public, he called her Jennifer instead of Mom and she called him Michael instead of referring to him as her son. With a million dollars to buy a house, a new truck for him, a new car for her, furniture and appliances for the house, and a new wardrobe of clothes for them, they were eager to start a new life in a new place. A whirlwind of activity, Jennifer and Michael left everything behind including all of their possessions in storage. After depositing the check with Mr. Mozilo's banker, they bought two plane tickets on the first plane out and headed east. Armed with their debit cards, checkbook, and credit cards, their plan was to buy whatever they needed until they bought their new house and started their new life. Mother and son abandoned their old pickup truck behind and hopped on a plane to Boston, Massachusetts. Until they bought their new house, they stayed overnight in motels instead of hotels to not blow through their money and bought clothes and food as they needed. Only, not duplicating that night where they slept in the same bed and had sex, every motel they rented had two beds. Every day they shopped, throughout the day they talked and laughed, and every night they slept by themselves without having sex. Seemingly, they were too excited about receiving a million dollars and over the prospects of buying a new house, a new truck, a new car, furnishing their home, and buying new clothes than to have sex. With them barely able to make their mortgage payments before, with their adjustable rate mortgage sucking away every dollar they earned, neither one had bought anything new in years. The clothes they left behind were worn out and thread bare and were more rags than anything else. Even Good Will wouldn't want their old clothes. With them house poor before in trying to stay ahead of their adjustable rate mortgage, much of their furniture was old, hand me downs passed on by relatives who no longer needed the pieces or who had died. Some of their furniture was picked up, reclaimed, fixed up, and repaired after people left it out curbside for the trash. With them having everything of value with them, some jewelry, a watch, and old photographs taken when Michael was a boy, they wouldn't miss any of what they left behind. Their goal was to be living in a house close to Boston by Christmas. Buying a new truck and a new car was the easy part. True to their word, finding a home and furnishing it was more difficult than they thought but with the both of them working together, they were in their new house by Christmas Eve. Only, with sex put on the backburner, with all that they've done in such a short amount of time, they were tired. They were exhausted. Forget about holding one another, hugging one another, cuddling one another, and spooning one another, after being out all day, day after day shopping, if they wanted to do anything at all, they just wanted to sleep. * * * * * "Mom?" Michael looked at his mother with concern. The only time he called her Mom or mother now was when they were alone. Suddenly he was worried about his mother. Instead of her looking happy, she looked sad. This was Christmas and they were starting a new life together in a new house with all new furniture and appliances. He had a new truck and she had a new car. They both had a new and complete wardrobe of clothes. "What?" She looked at him preoccupied, as if she had been thinking about something. She was always preoccupied and thinking about something. In a new house in a good neighborhood in Boston, after buying two, brand new vehicles and shopping for a new wardrobe of clothes and shoes, he didn't understand why she'd be sad instead of being ecstatically happy. "What's wrong?" She sat across from him in their expansive, open floor plan living room. It was a beautiful house with a grand entrance, high ceilings and wood floors, except for the carpeted living room. A one-hundred-year-old house, the home had the original woodwork with lots of built-ins, pocket doors, china hutch, bookshelves, and even a fireplace with original beamed ceiling in the living room. They had a huge kitchen with plenty of storage, a big, center-island with shiny, white, quartz countertops, white cabinets, and high-end, Jenn-air, bronze appliances instead of stainless steel. He stared at her while wondering what the matter was. "Wrong? There's nothing wrong," said Jennifer giving him a feigned smile. She forced her son another sad, little smile. Looking so miserable, obviously, she was lying. Obviously, there was something wrong. She was like this every Christmas. Instead of being happy this time of year, she was sad. With her having so much history on those days, her birthday and holidays, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years were always depressing days for her. In the way she looked so sad, she was a poster child who proved the notion that money can't buy happiness. Instead of celebrating their first Thanksgiving in their new home, it didn't help that they had their Thanksgiving Day dinner in a restaurant. Living six, long cramped weeks in a motel room, they hadn't close yet with the bank until a week before Christmas. Once they finally moved in their new house and received all of their new furnishings, he had hoped that the change in scenery, along with the new vehicles and new clothes, would brighten her mood in the way it did his. "Suddenly you look so sad," said Michael knowing there was something wrong and not letting his mother off the hook until she told him what it was. With the fireplace crackling and creating the mood in the background, the soft, white light from the Christmas tree gave her an airbrushed look of how a model looks in a high fashion magazine photo. So busy buying the truck, the car, shopping for houses, buying furniture, appliances, and clothes, he forgot how truly beautiful she was. As if she was a model in Architectural Digest, she so stunning to see. When he was out and about with her, taking her for granted, he sometimes doesn't realize how truly lucky he is to have a mother who looks like her. She was so sexy. She was so shapely. She was so pretty. Yet, still struggling with his forbidden feelings that he had for his mother and with the guilt associated with them having incestuous sex, he wished she wasn't his mother but his lover. He looked over at her not understanding why someone who looked like her was alone. He didn't understand why someone who looked like her didn't have a man in her life and a steady boyfriend. He didn't understand why his mother didn't remarry again. She doesn't even date. With him having a penchant for older woman, if she wasn't his mother, he'd date her. Even if she wasn't his mother, but a cougar he picked up at a bar or met in a supermarket, he'd do her. As fortunate as it was unfortunate, it was too bad that she was his mother. It was too bad that incest had gotten in the way of their brief relationship of sex to cloud their feelings of love, desire, and passion for one another. Before, he could only imagine what it would feel like to have sex with someone who looked like her. Now that he knew what it was like to have sex with someone who looked like her, he'd love to have sex with her again. Before, he could only imagine what it would feel like to have sex with his mother. Now that he knew what it was like to have sex with his mother, he'd love to have sex with his mother again. "I do? I'm sorry. It's just the letdown after all of the shopping and the excitement of buying the truck, the car, this house, the furniture, the appliances, and all of those clothes and shoes," she said with a sigh. Then she gave him a warm smile that made him want to take her in his arms and kiss her. "I was just thinking about past Christmases that we had in California but now with us here in Massachusetts, I don't know where I am," she said looking at him to give him a laugh. "As if I'm living in a foreign country, nothing is familiar." She looked as if she was about to cry. Instead of being happy, she looked so sad. He wanted to run to her and hold her. He wanted to hug her and kiss her in the way he did that night in that motel room. Now knowing what she was thinking about, what she always thinks about this time of year, every year, he needed to acknowledge the elephant in the room to eradicate it. "You were thinking about Dad again, weren't you?" His father had been gone years but she still thinks of him, more around the holidays than any other time. Why? If anyone should think of his father, he should but he doesn't after his father didn't think enough of him to see him or even send him a birthday or Christmas card. Even after she stripped off her clothes to stand naked before him and even after she fucked and sucked him, Michael wished his mother thought of him in the way that she sometimes thinks of his father. "Yes," she said obviously trying to look happy instead of sad by giving him a little, pitiful smile. Her sad, little smile wasn't fooling him one bit. He could see that she was hurting. At a time when she was the most vulnerable, he hoped that she'd consume enough wine for him to take sexual advantage of her in the way that she took sexual advantage of him in that seedy motel room in California. That night, that magical night, that memorable night, and that unforgettable night, they didn't even need alcohol to strip off their clothes and have sex with one another. It was mother and son against the world and as if they solidified their mother and son relationship with sex, they took their connection to an even higher level. If only an inadvertent up skirt peek of her white, bikini panties or a down blouse flash of her bra and cleavage, he needed that to make him think that his mother was deliberately flashing him and sexually teasing him. He needed to believe that she was deliberately flashing him for him to masturbate over later tonight when he was in his room alone and she was in her room alone. With her seemingly acting as if they didn't have sex, he needed her flashing him to relieve the incestuous lust that he had for his mother and the sexual frustration he now felt with her acting so distant. With the sexual tension between them palpable, he needed something from her to not only rekindle that incestuous lust she had for him several weeks ago but also for her to jumpstart their incestuous affair. As he was before they had sex, with him afraid to make the first move, he needed her to make the first move again. Once, she showed him that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, he'd make all the moves thereafter. Once she showed him that she wanted to live as man and woman and wanted them to live boyfriend and girlfriend or as husband and wife instead of mother and son, he'd welcome her back with opened arms. "C'mon Mom, it's Christmas Eve. Cheer up. You should be happy and not sad," he said. "I won't allow the memory of your cheating husband, the man who dumped you for some twenty-something-year-old slut, to spoil our fun and ruin another holiday. We've come full circle. We've come such a long way in such a short time. We need to celebrate." Only, what his idea of a celebration and what her idea of a celebration may be something completely different. Whereas she was content being preoccupied in thought, he wanted to celebrate their new house by christening it with sex. He thought that once they were out of that motel room and in their new home, they'd be sexually intimate again. Only instead of living like a man and woman, a boyfriend and girlfriend, or as husband and wife, they were back to living like a mother and son. As if the sex never happened between them, with her flashing him her panties in up skirts and her cleavage and bra with down blouses, they were back to playing sexually frustrating games of tickle and tease. She was wearing her new, short skirt that she bought just the other day. She didn't want to buy it because it was too short, so short, but he talked her into buying it. He loved the skirt because it hugged and flattered her well-formed ass while showing off her, sexy, shapely legs. She nearly didn't buy it when she came out of the dressing room to show him and saw herself in the mirror. As if she was a twenty-something-year-old going to a club instead of a morally, modest, mature mother of an adult son, her skirt came to mid-thigh. "How will I ever sit in this skirt without flashing you or anyone sitting across from me my panties," she said with an embarrassed albeit sexually excited laugh. Now with his mother sitting across from him after giving him a sexy image of her knees parted just enough for him to see her white, bikini panties, he looked at her with incestuous lust. Hoping to see more of her, he continued looking at her in the way that he used to look at her before he saw her in her underwear, topless, and naked. He continued looking at her in the way that he used to her before they had sex. He looked at her with incestuous lust. He looked at her with suppressed sexual passion and desire. He looked at her with sexual frustration. He looked at her while imagining his mother flashing him her panties every time she crossed and uncrossed her legs. "It's nothing that I haven't seen before Mother," he said with a dirty laugh while purposely hoping to jog her memory of him already seeing her in her underwear. 'Hello? I've already seen you in your bra and panty,' he wanted to say but didn't. 'I've already seen you topless. I've already seen you naked. We already had sex. Remember? I licked you and fucked you and you fucked me and sucked me.' He wanted to say all of those things to her but he didn't. Not wanting to embarrass her or make her feel uncomfortable, especially on a day that she was obviously feeling so sad, he kept his thoughts to himself. Only surprising him, instead of her reacting favorably to his inappropriate comment and playing along with him, she acted as if they had never been sexually intimate. She acted as if he had never seen her in her sexy underwear, topless, and/or naked. In the way she used to act before they were incestuously sexually and forbiddingly intimate, she acted embarrassed. She acted awkwardly uncomfortable. Yet, his inappropriate comment didn't stop her from buying the short skirt or from wearing it in front of him. His inappropriate comment about having already seen her panties didn't stop her from flashing him her panties. * * * * * Later that evening, as if complicit in her flashing him, the material of the chair clung to her skirt as if the chair was covered in corduroy and her skirt was a static filled balloon. The hem of her skirt raised itself higher with her every movement. With her continually tugging at her skirt in her feeble attempts to pull the hem of her skirt further down to deny him a voyeuristic view of her panties, the material of the chair continued to raise her skirt until the hem was only a few inches below her crotch. Ready and waiting to see a flash of her panties, his mother was deliberately or inadvertently showing him a prolonged and continued view of her panties. Until she crossed her legs, she was showing him a lot of her shapely thighs and a nice view between her legs. He loved his mother's legs. Whenever he saw as much of his mother's legs as he was seeing now, he wanted to fall between her shapely thighs and eat her. He wanted to remove her panties and finger her pussy while licking her pussy. He wanted to bury his face in his mother's cunt. Glad that she wasn't wearing pantyhose, just panties, he hated pantyhose. In the same way that he hated padded bras that spoiled him from seeing the impressions of erect nipples, spoiling all of his voyeuristic fun, they should castrate whatever gay designer who invented padded bras and pantyhose. Nearly forgetting what it was like to have his sexual way with his mother, he could only imagine what it would feel like to run his hands up her short skirt while feeling her smooth, shapely legs. With neither of them needing alcohol before to become sexual intimate and incestuously connected, he wondered if they need alcohol now to revitalize their incestuous, sexual relationship. He wondered if they were both drunk enough, if his mother would allow him to feel her legs from her shapely ankles all the way up to her sexy hips and in between her shapely thighs to Nirvana. How sexy would that be to slowly run his horny hands all the way up her legs? How sexually hot would that be to cup, feel, and finger her pussy through her panty? Still, their relationship was much different now than it was before they had sex. As if they were married for years, they were closer and more comfortable with one another now. In the way that she was now so at ease around him and with him always looking to see what he shouldn't see of her, fortunately for him, she routinely albeit inadvertently flashed him up skirts and down blouses. As if they had returned to the way they were before having sex, her flashing him whether deliberate or inadvertently was teasingly and enticingly hot. From the time he turned 18-years-old, he was interested in having incestuous sex with his mother. Always horny and sexually frustrated, with no other woman in his life and on his mind but his MILF of a mother, now that they were done with their shopping adventures, his sexual thoughts turned more to her. Somehow their relationship changed when they moved to Boston. As if they were a newlywed couple on their Honeymoon in that motel room in California, they were like an old, married couple living in their new house now. While looking for a house in Boston, they slept in separate beds in the motel. With her getting dressed and undressed in the bathroom, he hadn't seen as much as his mother's bra strap since that fateful night when she stripped herself naked in front of him. Other than to hug his mother and kiss her on her cheek, in the way that any loving son would appropriately hug and respectfully kiss his mother, he hasn't inappropriately touched his mother and she hasn't inappropriately touched him. In the way he was lusting over her before they had sex, he was dying to stick his tongue in his mother's mouth and French kiss her while feeling her through her clothes. Now, with them living on the other side of the country where no one knows that they're mother and son, he was hoping they'd live as man and woman, boyfriend and girlfriend, or even as husband and wife. Now that they moved into their new house, with them sleeping in separate bedrooms, he'd love nothing more than for them to share a bedroom. He'd love nothing more for his mother to parade around him in her sexy bra and panties in the way she did in the motel room. With her naked beneath it, he'd love nothing more for his mother to wear a sexy nightgown in the morning and again at night without the modesty of wearing a bathrobe. He'd love nothing more than to see his mother topless again. He'd love nothing more than to see her big, shapely breasts, her nipples, and her areolas. He'd love nothing more than to see his mother naked. He'd love nothing more than to see her round, firm ass, and her trimmed, dark brown pussy. "Sorry, I guess I am a little sad," she admitted. She took a soulful breath while staring in the fire and before returning her focus to him. "Long ago, before we were married, I used to celebrate Christmas Eve with your father. In the way you and I are now, we were friends, best friends back then. The time when we exchanged gifts, Christmas Eve was our special evening to ourselves before we celebrated Christmas with the rest of our families," she confided in him as if he was her priest or her psychiatrist instead of her son. Losing the House but Winning Mom 08 "He's gone Mother. He's with another woman, a woman half his age, and a woman young enough to be his daughter," said Michael trying to make her see what an asshole her husband was for leaving her for a child. She looked at him as if she was about to cry. She looked at him as if he was being cruel for saying what he did. She looked at him as if to say that she still loved his father, her ex-husband. "I still miss him," she said looking up at her son with sad eyes. "He would have loved this house, your new truck, and my new car." She wrapped her hands around her wine glass as if it was a warm, coffee mug and her hands were cold. "Don't you miss your father Michael?" If this woman was any woman other than his mother, ready to make his move, this was the time that he'd take her in his arms to hold her, hug her, and comfort her before kissing her. While kissing and kissing her, French kissing her, this is the time he'd be feeling her through her clothes before stripping off her clothes. If this was any woman other than his mother, he'd be feeling her big breasts through her blouse while fingering her nipples through her bra. He'd be reaching around behind her to feel her shapely ass through her short skirt and bikini panty. He'd move his hand up her thigh to cup her pussy though her panty while fingering her pussy slit through the soft, cotton material of her white, bikini panties. With him ready, willing, horny, and sexually frustrated, this is the time that he'd be having incestuous sex with his mother. Only, seemingly she wasn't ready to rekindle their incestuous, sexual relationship. Maybe she'd never be ready for that again. Maybe a onetime thing, once was enough to satisfy her curiosity and her sexual lust for him. Maybe she was feeling as guilty as he was. "Miss him? I hardly knew him." He made a face as if he had just vomited in his mouth. "No, I don't miss my father," said Michael looking down at the carpet with disgust while shaking his head from side to side. "I'm glad he's gone. He was never much of a father to me. When he wasn't working, he was out drinking and cheating on you. Even now, he doesn't think enough of me to call me, e-mail me, send me a card, a gift for my birthday and/or Christmas, or come visit me. He could be dead for all that I know," he said with as much anger as he spoke with sadness. No doubt happy to have his mother all to himself, he was glad that the big rooster was evicted from the henhouse and the proud peacock was still here with her. There was room for only one bull in this cow patch. If his father was still with his mother, she never would have stripped off her clothes in front of him. She never would have had incestuous sex with him. As if erotically teasing him and sexually enticing him, she never would have been sitting across from him flashing him her panties. His mother was his very own Mrs. Robinson. "You didn't know him in the way that I did Michael. To you, he was just your father. To me, he was my friend, my best friend, my lover, my husband, my companion, and my life," she said looking as if she was about to cry again. "He was a wonderful man back then when I first met him, before he started drinking, staying out late, and cheating on me," she said. "Sometimes I wonder if it was all my fault. Maybe I didn't give him enough sex. Maybe I could have given him more sex," she said thinking that him cheating on her and leaving her for a younger woman was her fault. He looked at his mother as if she was nuts. "I don't know how you can blame yourself for Dad's drinking and infidelity being that he was an adult and the one in control of his own life," said Michael acting like the adult by accepting his role as the head of the household. "I don't know how you can possibly blame yourself for him leaving you for a younger woman. Suddenly a shower of happiness returned to her face and she gave him the same sexy smile that she gave him that night when they were in the motel room back in California. "Actually it's comforting to hear you say that when my only sounding board left me for another woman," she said, "a younger woman at that. Not very good for my ego and my self-confidence, there was no way that I could compete with a woman ten years my junior." Seemingly, with her vulnerable in the way that he was vulnerable on Halloween night, his mother was ripe for the taking. "Well I'm here for you now mother," said Michael. "I'm not going anywhere, that is, unless there's a choir of Playboy Bunnies singing Christmas carols out our front door and asking me to join them," he said with a laugh. She laughed too. "Yes you are here for me now and I wouldn't hold you back from joining the choir of Playboy Bunnies should they appear at our front door. I may even strip off my top and join them," she said laughing. "Imagine what our new neighbors would think of me frolicking in the snow topless while singing Christmas songs." He suddenly envisioned his mother topless and going house to house singing Christmas carols with her tits exposed and her nipples as erect as his cock was beginning to grow now. With his favorite game voyeurism, he'd love to flash his mother's tits to other men. With his mother standing in her underwear and topless before striping herself naked, maybe her favorite game is exhibitionism. How hot would that be for a voyeuristic man to be with an exhibitionistic women? He'd love for other men to know how lucky he is to have a mother who looks like her. "I'd pay to see that," he said with a dirty laugh. Where she would have played along with him before, she changed the subject now. "Alas, even though I still have you with me now," she reached out her hand to squeeze his knee and when she did, her knees parted enough to give him a prolonged flash between her legs of her white, bikini panties. She gave him a long, heated, sexual look that culminated in her sliding a slow tongue over her full lips. 'Oh, my God,' he thought to himself while imagining his mother sucking his cock again while staring up at him with her big, green, beautiful eyes. "I won't have you for long when some woman makes you her man," she said pausing before speaking again as if talking to herself. "Yet, even though it's been years since we were together, Christmas isn't the same without your father in my life and without a man in my bed, but you're my man now," she said smiling widely. 'What? He was her man now? What did she mean by that?' As if she was speaking in code, he wondered what she meant by that remark. He couldn't help but imagine being her man and being in bed with his mother again. He couldn't help but imagine being in bed naked with his mother again. He couldn't help but imagine his mother naked and in bed with him again. He couldn't help but imagine having sex with his mother again. He couldn't help but imagine holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, and spooning her while they were both naked. Naked, naked, naked, he wished he was in bed naked again with his naked mother. With his mother giving him the image that he was her man, he couldn't help but imagine licking her pussy while fingering her pussy and while reaching up his hand to fondle her breasts and finger her nipples. He couldn't help but imagine making sweet love to his mother again before fucking his mother hard again. He'd love nothing more than to pile drive her pussy with his cock. He couldn't help but imagined her staring up at him with her big, green eyes while sucking his cock and allowing him to cum in her mouth again and watching her swallow his cum. Not knowing what else to say to comfort her, he was unable to shake the incestuous thoughts, sexual images, and forbidden feelings that she gave him again and that he had for her. If she was any other woman other than his mother, wishing he could, he would have taken this as his cue to kiss her, French kiss her. Only, just as he was afraid to French kiss her the first time, as if they had never been incestuously sexual together, he was afraid to kiss her again now. Not wanting to ruin their new life together, instead, he looked at his mother while sipping his wine and getting angry by all that she said about missing his father. The only things he remembered about his father were the bad things. He remembered how he made his mother cry. He remembered all the fighting and the arguing they did. A continuation of the same argument every damn day, they argued in the morning before his father went to work and again that evening when he came home from work. Their arguing was his father's excuse to leave the house and slam the door shut behind him. Their arguing was his father's excuse to drink and cheat on his mother. Weekends were a blessing as his father was never around. There was always a big poker game somewhere at someone house, or so he said. Invitations to go places with his father were never extended. He never took him bowling, to a ballgame, or to the park. He never even spent the time with him to throw a ball in the backyard. By the time he was off to college, his father was long gone. He had been gone for years by then. For sure, no doubt the reason why he takes her side, spending more alone time with her, he was much closer to his mother than he ever was with his father. Now, it's as if he never even had a father. He only wished she felt the same way and felt as if she never had a husband. He wanted and needed her to think of him as her husband, her boyfriend, and her lover. "Honestly mother, I don't know how you can miss the man. He was such a bastard in the way he treated you. He was such a pig for taking up with that young whore from his office who was young enough to be his daughter. I don't understand why he'd leave you for her," said Michael meaning what he said. "You're right," she said. "I know you're right." If only his mother would have him sexually, he'd never leave his mother for any women. "He's nothing more than a pig for taking up with a woman nearly half his age and who was my age then that I am now. Other than sex, I don't understand what a 36-year-old man would see in a 22-year-old woman. How could they even have a conversation? Now with him 46-years-old and her 32-years-old, I'm surprised he hasn't dumped her. I'm surprised she hasn't dumped him," he said not even knowing if they were still together or not. She looked at him acknowledging what he said about his father with some insight. "I know and you're right. I get it now after all of these years. For him to treat me like that was wrong, so very wrong," she said with sadness. He looked at her wondering why she was even here with him instead of attending some Christmas party at a nightclub with a man. She didn't even have anything planned for New Year's Eve. Her excuse was that all of her friends were back in California but when she lived there, she never went out anywhere either. Imagining dancing with her and having a good time with her, he was tempted to ask her out on a night on the town for New Year's Eve. Only until he found a good paying job, he didn't have any extra money to go anywhere and to do anything. After they spent a big chunk of money on the house, the furnishings, the new car, the new truck, and all the new clothes, just as his mother didn't want to, he didn't want to blow through all of their money either. They put a one hundred thousand, 20% down payment on a five hundred thousand dollar house. Then, financing the cars at zero percent interest, they put 10% down payments on a car and truck worth $90,000 retail. After spending $55,000 on furniture and appliances and another seven thousand dollars on clothes, shoes, and outer for the winter weather that they have in Boston that they didn't have in California, they had $836,000 left of the one million dollars. Leaving them $86,000, more than enough money to live through the year and pay their bills, they invested $750,000 of that money with Angelo Mozilo's banker. With a million dollars a small fortune but with neither one of them working yet, between the mortgage payment, monthly expenses, and the new vehicle payment, they'd be slowly chipping away at their savings. At least with their investments, they'd always have a cushion. And with Angelo's banker getting them a fair mortgage, they'd never lose their house to foreclosure again. "You need to go out more Mother. You need to meet someone. You need to forget about him and move on with your life. He's never coming back," he said pausing while looking to see what reaction his words had on her. "As if he died and you're a widow, you spent enough time mourning the loss of him. You need to date. You need to meet a nice man and marry again," he said. She made a sour face. "I know you're right Michael but sometimes, especially when I'm feeling sad and lonely, my head and my heart go in opposite directions. "Too preoccupied thinking about him, where he is and what he's doing, I'm not ready to have a relationship with another man, not just yet," she said slowly shaking her head while looking out the window to watch the snow silently fall. "At least we're going to have a white Christmas," she said changing the subject with a smile. "We never had white Christmases in California. He looked out the window with his mother while watching the snow falling. "We're going to need to buy a shovel," he said with a laugh, "and a snow blower with the long driveway that we have." As if seeing her for the first time and in a new light of sadness and vulnerability, he looked at her as if seeing her more as a potential love match for some man instead of looking at her as his mother. Suddenly feeling jealous, he didn't want another man kissing and pawing his mother. He didn't want another man having sex with his mother when he wanted to have sex with her again and again. Still, with his commonsense getting the better of his incestuous thoughts, he prevailed in trying to fix up his mother with someone. "Maybe you should try online dating," he said. "I can help you make your profile. I'll even take some sexy pictures of you to post." Suddenly images of his mother in all manners of undress filled his head, heightened his libido, and hardened his cock. He wouldn't mind taking some sexy, cheesecake photos of his mother. He wouldn't mind her stripping down to her bra and panties in front of him again for him to photograph her in her sexy underwear. He wouldn't mind her removing her bra in the way she removed her bra in the motel room Halloween night. He'd love nothing more than to take a dozen photos of her in her sexy underwear and of her topless. He'd love nothing more than to take a dozen photos of her tits. Then, making himself deliriously dizzy with incestuous thoughts, he'd love to photograph his mother naked. He imagined her posing her naked body for him to photograph. He imagined her sitting on the couch with her legs spread wide open. Turning one way before turning the other, he imagined her bending at the waist to touch her toes while flashing him plenty of her pink pussy. Only, what dating site, other than a pornographic dating site would post such sexually explicit photos. Moreover, his mother would never pose for such sexually explicit photos nor would she ever allow him to take photos of her in her underwear, never mind topless and/or naked. As soon as he offered to take some sexy photos of his mother for her online dating profile, dizzy with incestuous desire for his mother, he couldn't help but think of her wearing one of her short, low cut, sexy nightgowns with nothing else underneath. Lighting up her nearly transparent nightgown with his camera flash to make it virtually see-through, he'd love to have a photograph of his nearly naked mother for fodder when he masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with her. If only taking sexy photos of her for himself, continuing his sexual fantasy, he imagined her standing before his camera wearing only her panty and bra. 'Wow! How hot would that be to photograph her in her underwear?' Then, he imagined her topless before imagining her naked. 'Wow! That's even hotter to photograph her topless and naked' he thought. As if she was a Playboy model, he imagined her removing her bra to cup her breasts with her hands while he took dozens of photos of her topless body. He imagined lifting her naked breasts in the palm of her hands as if offering her breasts to him to touch, feel, fondle, and suck. He wondered if she'd allow him to photograph her topless and/or nude, face down on the couch or face up on the rug, strictly for artistic purposes, of course. Falling for that line, he imagined posting naked photos of her online for all men to see how truly beautiful his mother is without her clothes. 'Nah, she'd never go for any of that. She'd never allow me to take such sexy photos of her never mind post such sexy photos of her online,' he thought to himself. Artistic purposes his ass. Who's he kidding? Yet, it was enough for him to think of his mother posing for him in her underwear, topless, and/or naked while he took picture after picture of her in all manner of undress. He'd love to see his mother in her underwear again. He'd love to see his mother topless again. He'd love to see his mother naked again. If ever he saw his mother in her bra and panty, topless, and/or naked again, he didn't know if he could control himself from touching her and feeling her where no son should ever touch and feel his mother. "Online dating?" She looked at him as if he was nuts, drunk, or both. "I'd never post my profile online with all of those creepy and perverted men out there who'd contact me for sex. I'd never allow you to post any sexy cheesecake photos of me either," she said with a sexy laugh. "With all of the invasive practices our government does with reading people's private e-mails that float continuously through the Cloud, I'd never post my photos online either. They'd be there forever for everyone to hack and to see." He imagined e-mailing his mother as if he was a man interested in dating her. He imagined his mother falling in love with his anonymous self through his sexy and romantic e-mails. Writing erotic correspondence back and forth, he wondered if he could persuade her to send him topless and/or naked photos of herself while he pretended that he was an interested suitor. "Not every man out there is a creep and/or a pervert Mom," he said with a laugh while knowing that he was a creep and a pervert. When it came to wanting to see his mother in her sexy underwear, topless and/or naked, especially when it came to wanting to see his mother topless and/or naked, he was just as much of a creep and a pervert as was the next guy. "What about you?" She looked at him with sexual interest in the way that he was looking at her with sexual interest. He looked at her with confusion. "What about me what?" She gave him a cat that just ate the canary smile. "Why don't you post an online profile looking to date someone? Why don't you write a profile of yourself and I'll take some sexy, beefcake photos of you in your underwear," she said with a sexy look and a dirty laugh. He wouldn't mind doing that. He wouldn't mind his mother taking some sexy beefcake photos of him in his underwear. He'd even pose for her while in his underwear. He'd even remove his underwear to pose for her naked and for her to photograph his cock. "Mom? Eww! Gross, that's so gross," he said feigning his disgust. Actually, especially if he had an erection, and no doubt he would have an erection while posing for his mother in his underwear or naked, he'd love to pose for his mother in his underwear. No doubt, as soon as he removed his pants, he'd have an erection. No doubt, with her staring at his underwear clad body in the way he had stared at her underwear clad body, he'd definitely have an erection. Wondering if she'd ask him to pose naked, tit for cock, he'd pose naked for her and allow her to take naked photos of him if she'd pose naked for him and allow him to take naked photos of her too. Yet, even if she didn't pose naked for him, he'd still pose naked for her. Losing the House but Winning Mom 08 "Oh, don't be so modest. You don't have anything that I haven't seen before," she said with another laugh. "Actually, you don't have anything that I haven't touched, stroked, sucked, and fucked before," she said with a dirty albeit sexy laugh. Maybe the wine was getting to his mother but not believing that their dialogue was going anywhere but to sexually frustrate him, he changed the subject. "After I'm gone to live with or marry a woman, you can't stay here alone and wither away Mom. Everyone needs someone in their life. You're still young. You still have lots of life to live and a lot of love to give to someone," he said. "You need to live your life Mom. There are lots of good men out there who would love to have someone like you in their lives," he said cringing at the thought of his mother in the arms of another man. As crazy as the thought was, he wished he could live with his mother forever as a man and woman, as boyfriend and girlfriend, or as husband and wife instead of as mother and son. Not ever needing another woman to sexually satisfy him, having sex with her every night and every morning, how hot would that be to have his mother sexually in his life? How hot would that be to take his mother as his wife? Happily living together as a married couple forever and forsaking all others until the day they die, he would if she would. "After all of these years, your father leaving me and rejecting me for someone younger has finally opened my eyes. He left me for a 22-year-old woman when I was 32-years-old. Now, that I'm 42-years-old woman, him leaving me for her still hurts. Yet, helping me, you finally opened my eyes by making me feel sexy, beautiful, and loved." He looked at his mother as if she was a beauty queen and to him she certainly was. "Don't you ever doubt that for a minute. You are beautiful and sexy. And I love you," he said but in the way that a man loves a woman and not in the way that a son loves his mother. Again, if this was any other woman other than his mother, he'd be all over her. He'd be holding her, hugging her, and kissing her, French kissing her, while feeling her through her clothes. While looking at her sitting across from him in her blouse and short skirt, now that he knows what she looks like in her sexy underwear, he imagined her sitting across from him in her low cut bra and white, bikini panties. Now that he knows what she looks like topless, he imagined her sitting across from him topless. Now that he knows that she looks like naked, he imagined her sitting across from him naked. "Thank you, Michael," she said but in the way that a mother loves her son and not in the way that a woman loves a man. Yet, in a weak and vulnerable moment, after she lost her house to foreclosure and was forced to live in a seedy motel room with him, she did strip off her clothes. Sexually teasing him and erotically enticing him, she paraded around him in her panty and bra. Then, not expecting her to do that, she removed her bra. She showed him her tits, her areolas, and her nipples. She showed him her topless body and then, stripping off her panties too, she showed him her naked body too. Even more than the sexy striptease show she willingly gave him, she had sex with him. His mother gave him incestuous sex. He had incestuous sex with his mother. He fucked his mother and she fucked him. He licked his mother and she sucked him. He gave his mother and orgasm and she allowed him to ejaculate his cum in her mouth. "So, why didn't you date or remarry?" He looked at her as if he was talking to a woman he met in a bar. "Never taking the time to consider my feelings, my life was always about your father. I just figured that if all men were like him in that regard, then I wasn't eager to live my life with another man. I'd rather be alone," she said. "It's not so bad." She looked at him to give him a brave smile. "I would think that it would be lonely for you without having someone to love," he said with him feeling lonely with him not having anyone love but for his mother. He looked at her with a face full of sexual frustration. "As long as I still have you in my life, I'm happy being alone and not having to cook, clean, and cater to a man's whims and needs. It's different catering to your whims and needs," she said with a little laugh. "You're my son, my blood, and I love you." Then, she said what he was hoping she'd say. "I'd rather live my life with you than with any man." Damn, playing right into his thoughts, he wondered if she'd live forever with him in the way that he wished he could live forever with her. "He's gone now Mom. He's not returning. He's never coming back," said Michael obviously happy by that thought. "Not all men are insensitive and selfish pigs. There are a lot of good men out there who aren't married, lying, cheating bastards," he said while thinking of himself as being single and available should his mother want him. Only, in the way that he was sexually and incestuously thinking about his mother, with the apple not falling far from the tree, he was as much of a pig as was his father. Every time he looked at her, undressing her with his eyes, he thought of having forbidden, incestuous sex with is mother. Every time he looked at his mother, he thought of her in her underwear, topless, and/or naked. Every time he looked at his mother, he thought of kissing her, French kissing, her while feeling her through her clothes before stripping her naked. Now that he had sex with her once, he thought of having sex with her again. Now that he had eaten her pussy, every time he looked at his mother, he thought of fingering her pussy while licking her pussy. Now that he had made love to his mother, every time he looked at his mother, he thought of making love to his mother. Now that he had fucked his mother, every time he looked at his mother, he thought of fucking his mother. Now that he gave his mother an orgasm with his mouth, his fingers, and his cock, he wanted to give her another orgasm. Now that his mother blew him, every time he looked at his mother, staring longingly at her full, soft lips, he thought of her sucking him, him cumming in her mouth, and her swallowing his cum. "I know," she said with sadness while staring in her wine glass as if reading her fortune in a cup of tea. "Yet, now that I'm older, especially with me having enough money to live on, I don't need a man to make me happy, really I don't. Been there and done that, so long as I still have you in my life, even for just short visits, I'm happy being alone," she said. Falling in pensive again, she looked sad again. "Only," she said with a long pause before continuing. Then, as if she was talking to herself, she said softly, "I'd miss having sex. I like having sex," she said before falling quiet. Then, as if he had scripted her to say the words, she said what he wanted her to hear. "I loved having sex with you," she said staring up at him with her big, green eyes. Such a waste of a good woman, he couldn't imagine his mother without a man in her life. He couldn't imagine his mother living without sex. He couldn't imagine him never again having sex with her. If she found someone else, no doubt always wishing it was him intimately with her, he'd be jealous of her lover, whoever he was. Yet, in the way she was looking at him, he wondered if she was thinking what he was thinking. He wondered if she was thinking about having sex with him in the way that he was thinking about having sex with her. Obviously, for her to say that she loved having sex with him, she was thinking about having sex with him. "Everyone should have someone in their life, Mom," he said while wanting to say so much more. It pained him to imagine his mother kissing, French kissing, another man while he felt her beautiful body through her clothes. Already possessively jealous, it pained him to think of his mother stroking and sucking on another man's cock. It pained him to think of some man on top of her and making love to her. It made him mad with jealousy to think of another man pounding her pussy while fucking his mother and giving her an orgasm in the way that he gave her an orgasm. "I'm grateful for the small things in life. I'm grateful for the fire," she said looking at the fireplace. "I'm grateful for this house," she said looking around the living room. "I'm grateful for you returning home after graduating college to live with me albeit temporarily until you find your own place," she said giving him a warm smile. "I got everything and he got nothing but his freedom from us. He not only walked away from me but also he walked away from you too. What kind of man would walk away from his son?" They stared at one another until Michael spoke. "A man who never loved you. A man who never loved us. A man who never loved me," said Michael. "Now that you mention it, even years later, I'm still sad and I'm still angry over the divorce and I don't know why, other than I'm lonely." Hoping that it was confused in the translation, perhaps her definition of lonely was horny and sexually frustrated. He wondered if his mother was horny in the way that he was always horny. He wondered if she sexually fantasized about having sex with him in the way that he always sexually fantasied about having sex with her. He wondered if his mother masturbated. He wondered if his mother masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with him in the way that he masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with her. Seemingly now that they had sex, he was even more sexually frustrated now than he ever was before. * * * * * Michael was forever horny, especially when alone with his mother in the way that he was now. As if she was a celebrity on stage, and he was an audience member, he watched her slowly and sexily cross her shapely legs. In the way that Sharon Stone did in Basic Instinct when flashing her pussy to the police detectives interrogating her, she sexually teased him and erotically enticed him. Giving her legs his full attention, whenever she slowly and sexily crossed her legs like that, she flashed him a patch of her white, bikini panties. Whenever she crossed her legs so slowly and so sexily, he wondered if she knew she was flashing him her panties and had flashed him her panties. He wondered if she was deliberately flashing him or inadvertently flashing him her panties. Just as he liked thinking that she knew she was flashing him her panties, he liked thinking that she was deliberately flashing him her panties. No doubt, she knew she was flashing him her panties every time she crossed her legs. No doubt, she was deliberately flashing him her panties. Wishing she was deliberately flashing him, a game of exhibitionism and voyeurism that he'd love to play with his mother, he wondered if she'd flash him deliberately again. Only, instead of wearing a short skirt with panties beneath, he wished she was wearing a short nightgown with no panties beneath. Nah, she's his mother, she'd never flash him her panties or her pussy on purpose. Would she? Why would she do that when he had already seen her in her underwear and naked even? With her stripping off her clothes to stand before him in her underwear, topless, and naked, maybe she was an exhibitionist. Maybe she was always an exhibitionist but he never knew she was until now. Wishing his mother was an exhibitionist, how hot would that be if she was? Wishing his mother would deliberately flash him her panties and/or her pussy, how hot would that be for her to play a game of exhibitionism and voyeurism with his MILF of a mother? Nonetheless, coming to his senses while hoping that the wine worked its magic on his mother to lull her lack of awareness that she was flashing him her panties, he felt like such a pervert lusting over his mother. He felt like such a pervert trying to see whatever he could of his mother. Nothing new, he had lusted over his mother for so long that he couldn't remember when he didn't lust over her. She had always been a MILF. Then, when his father decided to leave, good riddance. After his father left is when he decided to continue living at home instead of living at the dorm and instead of getting his own place to live after graduation. With his mother in his life, happily content with her, he didn't need any other woman. Now hoping to continue seeing more of her, he no longer had his father in the way to ruin his sexy fun and to discourage or impede how his mother dressed in front of him. "What can I do to cheer you up, Mom? Just tell me, you name it, and I'll do whatever you want. This is your special day. You're the one who always so loved Christmas," he said. "My Christmas gift to you is to give you anything that I can to make you happy," he said waiting for her to answer. Then, when she didn't respond, he continued. "I know," he said with a big smile. "What if I drew you a bath, a bubble bath, and gave you a massage after your bath. Surely, that would relax you and help you to sleep." If he gave her a bath and a full body massage after that would certainly help him to sleep. He imagined her agreeing to have him run her a bubble bath. While looking to see what he could see of her, he imagined pulling up a stool to keep her company while she bathed. He imagined washing her back while watching all of those big bubbles popping and bursting in front of her to show him more of her beautiful body and more of her big tits. Then, after her bath, he imagined her agreeing to have him give her a full body massage in the way that Mimi Rogers received a full body massage from Bryan Brown in the aptly named movie, Full Body Massage. With his mother lying face down on her stomach naked, he imagined covering her ass with a small facecloth. Then, after massaging her back, having her turn to lay on her back, he imagined covering his mother's breast and pussy with three small facecloths that were barely large enough to cover anything. Giving his mother a full body massage while touching and feeling her naked body where no son should ever see, touch, and feel his naked mother, that Christmas gift would be more his Christmas gift than it would be her Christmas gift. She looked at him and smiled while leaning forward in her chair as if it was her turn to make a word when playing Scrabble. A daily event since he moved home, as if they were a retired couple, when they weren't watching movies together, they played Scrabble every day. Taking turns who'd win depending who got the better letters, the K, J, X, Q, Z, the four S's and the two blanks, whenever they played Scrabble, every time she leaned forward to make her words, she'd inadvertently flash him her bra and her cleavage in a down blouse. When they weren't watching movies together or playing Scrabble, they watched sports together. Surprisingly his mother enjoyed watching football and baseball too. Only, now with them living in Boston instead of her rooting for the Los Angeles Angels or the Los Angeles Dodgers, she'd have to change her allegiance to the Boston Red Sox. Instead of her watching the San Diego Chargers and the Oakland Raiders play, she'd have to root for the New England Patriots winning everything again. Having masturbated daily while recalling her flashes, he wondered if she knew she was flashing him. He wondered if she knew he was looking down her low cut top while enjoying the down blouse view of her bra and cleavage. He wondered if she knew she was exposing her cleavage and the top of her bra to him whenever she leaned forward. In the way that he wondered if she was deliberately flashing him her panties, he wondered if she was deliberately flashing him her cleavage and the top of her bra. He wondered if he more enjoyed watching movies, playing Scrabble, and watching sports with his mother or if he more enjoyed the down blouse views of her big breasts that she continually gave him. With both equally as sexually enticing, he wondered if he more enjoyed seeing her panties in up skirts or her bra and cleavage in down blouses. "There's nothing you can do for me that you haven't done already Michael. You're a good son. Thanks for asking," she said not even trying to hide her sadness. "It's just another Christmas to me now. I'll feel better in the morning, once the holiday is over. Actually, I won't feel better until after New Year's Day," she said with a sad, little laugh. "Holidays, once happy events, have turned depressing to me now," she said with a shrug and a look of dejection. "It's just that—" leaning back in her chair, she paused while staring at her glass of wine as if she could see her beloved ex-husband in the reflection of the glass. A good son? If only she knew the sexual thoughts he always had of her naked while sucking his cock and him fingering her nipples. If only she knew he was thinking of fucking her pussy tonight, what kind of son would she call him then if she knew that he wanted to have sex with her every day and every night? If only she knew how he had lusted over her and masturbated over her while fantasizing having sex with her, he wondered what she'd think and what she'd say about him then. In the way she was so focused on her wine glass instead of on him, he wondered what she'd think of him if she knew he was undressing her with his eyes. Imagining her sitting across from him in her bra and panties, he imagined her standing up while topless to pour more wine before imagining her walking out to the kitchen naked to get more food. In the way that he was always thinking about her, he wondered if she was thinking more about her ex-husband than she was thinking of him. Rather than thinking about him, her son, who was there with her now, instead of looking over at him, she stared at his reflection in the Christmas ornaments that hung from the Christmas tree in front of them. With her green eyes moving from one ornament to the next, obviously, she was staring at all of the Christmas ornaments her ex-husband gave her through the years. He wished she was thinking about him in the way that she was always preoccupied with his father. Gone, gone, gone, his father was gone for years now, gone for good, and was never coming back. If his father didn't think of her and care how she felt when he left her, and no doubt doesn't think of her now, why is she wasting her time thinking of him now? "What mother? What were you going to say? You started to say something. It's just that...what mother? You didn't finish your thought. Tell me." Michael looked at his mother as if she was the only woman in the world and in the way that he was so focused on her with his stare and with his thoughts, at that point in time, she was. "I know it sounds silly and I can't believe I'm telling you this but, with you now old enough to understand such things, what I miss the most about your father is sleeping with him," she said biting her lip while looking at her son. With him only sleeping with her that one night, he knew what that empty feeling was not to have her in his bed every night. Instead of giving him a sexy look, she gave him a sad look. Was she hinting that he should sleep in her bed or was she just confessing her feelings of sadness and of loneliness? "Even though he cheated on me, lied to me, deceived me, and drank to an excess, he made me feel safely comforted when sleeping with me, holding me, hugging me, cuddling me, and when spooning me," she said. As if all of her answers were hidden in her wine, she continued staring at her glass of wine while remaining silent for a long minute. "More than that he was a good and generous lover," she said biting her lip as if embarrassed discussing sex with her son. With his mother never opening up to him like this before, especially when it came to talking about sex, he was shocked that she was talking to him about her sex life now. Losing the House but Winning Mom 08 "I can understand that," said Michael hoping to keep her talking and while imagining sleeping with his mother. With her sucking him, allowing him to cum in her mouth, and swallowing him, he remembered the good and generous lover that she was. With someone who looks like her in his bed, he'd be a good and generous lover too. Imagining holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, and spooning her while reaching over her to feel her big tits, his father was a fool to let her go for some young, bimbo. Now that she was confessing what she did with her husband, he couldn't help but imagine his parents having sex. "Feeling his hand on me, holding me, hugging me, cuddling me, spooning me, touching me, and feeling me was comforting," she said wrapping her arms around herself as if her ex-husband or her son was holding her. "Tossing and turning, sadly, I haven't had a good night's sleep since he left and since we slept together on Halloween night," she said not looking at her son. "I'm so lonely Michael," she said again while finally making eye contact with him. Then, she blurted out again what he so wanted to hear and what he had been feeling for years. "I'm so horny. I'm so sexually frustrated." He wondered why she was looking at him in a way that she never looked at him before. He wondered why she was confessing her sexual feelings to him. Did she want him to replace his father in the sexual way that he wanted to replace his father? Did she want to sleep with him again? Did she want to have sex with him again? Was her look an invitation or just a look? He wondered why they still weren't having sex. He wondered why she hasn't invited him to sleep with her in her bed and to have sex with her. I'm so horny too, he wanted to say. I'm so sexually frustrated too, he wanted to say but, not wanting to ruin their moment of honest and open dialogue by diluting her sexual feelings with his sexual feelings, he didn't dare say what he was thinking and feeling. With their age as much of a negative as their mother and son relationship was, there was an uncomfortable silence between a forty-two-year-old mother and her twenty-two-year-old son. If their ages weren't a gap too wide to bridge, the fact that they were mother and son lusting over one another was the road not only to ruination but also to damnation. Maybe just wishful thinking and/or a figment of his overactive, incestuously, sexual imagination but, because of all the up skirt and down blouse flashes, Michael couldn't help but to suspect that his mother was sometimes, deliberately flashing him. If nothing else, he liked thinking that she was. In the way that he always did when imagining flashing her and when she flashed him, he suspected that she received some titillating fun sexually teasing him by showing him her panty, cleavage, and bra. Sexual, sexy, seductive, flirtatious, and enticing teasing, he knew that she sometimes played him in the way that she always played his father to get whatever she wanted from him. Only he didn't care that she sexually used him as long as he got what he wanted too, enough up skirts and down blouses for him to masturbate over later while imagining himself having sex with her. Whether she flashed him deliberately or inadvertently, he enjoyed her teasing him by thinking that she deliberately flashed him. He only wished he was still having sex with her. He hoped the sex they had wasn't just a onetime thing. Michael watched his mother fidget with her wine glass as if she was rubbing off a water spot with her thumb. In the way that she was so focused on rubbing the glass, he couldn't help but imagine her running her finger over the head of his cock while rubbing him to an erection. Killing two birds with one stone, her loneliness and his horniness, he wondered how she'd take what he was about to say next. Only, how could he incestuously solicit his mother? What kind of son would sexually proposition his own mother? Taking another sip of his wine, the two glasses of wine that he just had gave him the courage that he needed to blurt out his true feelings for her. She put her wine glass down to play with the hem of her skirt as if there was an imaginary spot there. With her feet on the floor and her knees close together as if cemented in place, when she lifted her skirt hem even just a little to nervously fidget with it, she rewarded him with a continual flash of her white panties. Did she know she was flashing him her panties? Was she aware that he could see a triangular patch of her panties over her shapely thighs? Then, catching him looking albeit with him unembarrassed that she caught him staring, she fluffed down her skirt and crossed her legs again. It sexually excited him to see her white, bikini panties. He couldn't shake the image of him sleeping with his mother. He couldn't stop thinking about lying beside her while holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, and spooning her. He so wanted to have sex with his mother again. In the way that he was sexually and incestuously thinking about her, he wondered if she sexually and incestuously was thinking about him. "I can sleep with you Mom," he said blurting it out while looking at her to watch her reaction to what he said. Leaving his statement out there for her interpretation and comment, he wondered how she'd receive what he had just said sexually. He wondered what she'd say in return to his bold statement. As if she wasn't even in the room with him, there was no reaction just silence, that is, until his words finally penetrated her alcohol numbed and preoccupied brain. She looked at him as if she had just heard him. Moreover, she looked at him as if she was considering his offer to sleep with her. As if on cue, she uncrossed her shapely legs and when she did, she turned more towards him and flashed him her panties again. Maybe it was the wine but never had she flashed him her panties as much as she had flashed him her panties tonight. Now with her knees parted just enough, she gave him a continual view between her legs. For sure, while imagining having sex with her, he'd be masturbating tonight over his mother flashing him her panties. "Sleep with me? You'd sleep with me?" She looked at him as if she didn't know his meaning. "Now why would you want to sleep with your old mother?" She looked at him with shock. Unable to conceal what she was thinking behind her sexy, naughty look, perhaps because of her wine consumption, she looked at him with sexual excitement. She looked at him in a way that he's never seen his mother look at him before. She looked at him in the way that he had always looked at her and was looking at her now. She looked at him in the way she was looking at him when she was standing before him naked in the motel room. "I don't mean having sex with you, Mom. I mean just lying beside you as if we were resting instead of sleeping," he waited for her reaction before speaking again. Bullshit. His whole intention of sleeping in the same bed with his mother was to have sex with her. Once he gained a foothold in her bedroom and had his body in her bed, he'd be touching her and feeling her where he touched and felt her nearly two months ago. Once he was allowed to sleep with her, he'd be having sex with her. The hard part was getting her to invite him in her bedroom and in her bed. "I know what you meant," she said looking as if she was disappointed that he wasn't propositioning her for sex. Now he wondered if he did proposition his mother to have sex with him, if she was lonely and horny enough to have sex with him. Why not? Even though they were mother and son, they were both human with wants, desires, and needs. Consenting adults, no one would know what went on behind her closed, bedroom door. Just as he already had once, definitely, he'd do her again, if she asked him. Looking at him as if she was some woman he had just asked to go home with him, hopefully, he wondered if she was considering what he had just asked her. Not waiting for her to answer his question, he asked it again. "Seriously, Mom, what if I slept with you?" As if he was speaking to his mother in his sexual fantasy and as if he was saying that he'd masturbate over her later while imagining himself sleeping with her, he persevered. "What if I held you, hugged you, cuddled you, and spooned you in the way that Dad used to do," he said using the same words that she used in the motel room. "Would that help you to get a good night's sleep?" He imagined himself in bed with his mother. With his arm wrapped around her and his horny hand in contact with her abundant breasts, he imagined his naked cock pressed tightly against his mother's naked ass in the way it was in the motel room. Taking advantage of her by having his wicked, sexual way with her, he imagined touching her and feeling her shapely body through her thin, satin nightgown as soon as she fell asleep. "Oh, Michael, you're such a good son. Too good to be true, I wish it was that simple but..." As if changing her mind in midsentence, she paused and remained quiet for a long minute as if she was considering his proposition. "Actually, yes, now that I think about it, that probably would help me to sleep better. In the way that I used to comfort you when you wanted to sleep in Mommy's bed, now you can comfort me by sleeping with me just until I fall asleep," she said unashamed. With him sleeping with his mother, even for only an hour was his foot in the door. He could only imagine holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, spooning her, touching her, and feeling her again tonight in the way he did several weeks ago before. "Wonderful," he said excited by the thought of sleeping with his mother. Doing his best to hide his sexual excitement, he looked at her and gave her a warm smile. "I'd like that very much," she said nodding her head as if she needed that extra bit of head movement to convince herself that it was okay to sleep in the same bed with her adult son. "You holding me, hugging me, cuddling me, and spooning me in the way that your father used to do would be just what I need to get a good night's sleep. It would help me to pretend that you were him," she said immodestly and immorally. It would help me to pretend that you were him? Is that what she just said? What did she mean by that? Instead of being insulted by her remark, he was sexually aroused by her comment. Did she mean sex? He wondered if his mother was thinking about having sex with him again in the way that he was thinking about having sex with her again. He wondered if his mother was just as horny for him as he was horny for her. Just the thought of him being in bed with his mother already gave his cock a hardening twitch. He couldn't wait to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, spoon her, and touch her, fell her, and dry hump her. He hoped she'd go to bed naked again instead of wearing a nightgown. "Let me know when you're ready for bed and we'll go up together," he said. He thought to himself, definitely, with his erection already making a proud appearance, he'll remove his underwear and just wear his thin pajama bottoms and a tee shirt to bed. The rogue elephant in the room and in the bed, he wondered if his mother would notice and/or would comment on his erection in the way she noticed and commented on his erection in the motel room than night. Maybe in the way that he was naked in the motel room, she'd expect him to be naked tonight. Even more important than what he was wearing or not wearing, he wondered what his mother would wear or not wear to bed. He hoped she wouldn't wear a flannel nightgown. He hoped she'd wear her short, low cut, black, sexy, slinky nightgown, the one she always packed when going away with his father. Or maybe she'd come to be naked. "Actually, I'm ready for bed now," she said standing, yawning, and stretching. From his chair, he watched her blouse rise up to expose her flat stomach before rising higher to expose the bottom of her bra and the underside of her bra cups. "This wine is making me sleepy," she said pulling down her blouse before letting out another yawn and before carrying the wine glass out to the kitchen to dump the rest of the wine in the sink and to rinse the glass. To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Losing the House but Winning Mom 09 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * Mother and son rekindle their incestuous feelings by having sex on Christmas. Jennifer readied herself for bed while her son used the guest bathroom. He hadn't used this bathroom yet and wanted to know what it was like to use this bathroom compared to his bathroom. Obviously feeling sexy or horny, as the case may be, perhaps from the wine consumption or perhaps because her son volunteered to sleep with her, Jennifer put on her sheerest, shortest, and sexiest nightgown. With him already long gone but with him seemingly always on her mind, especially around the holidays, it was a nightgown that she never got to wear for her husband. Still in the box, she chose this particular nightgown to wear for Michael because it opened in front as if it was a sarong or a full body kilt without the big pin keeping it closed where it needed to be kept closed. Depending on who she was wearing the nightgown for, her boyfriend, her husband, her lover or, in this case, her son, the nightgown was deemed sexy or even obscene by all that it showed of her naked body. Being that she was wearing this nightgown for Michael, indeed it was obscene that a mother would show so very much of her naked body to her son. Obviously with this nightgown and with her ready to show Michael so very much of her shapely, sexy, naked body, she was ready for sex. She was ready to sexually tease him and incestuously entice him before giving him sex. Seemingly, she enjoyed the foreplay, the flashing, the teasing, the holding, the hugging, the cuddling, the spooning, the touching, the feeling, the fondling, and the kissing as much as she enjoyed the actual sex. Yet, in the way that they had a difficult time crossing the imaginary line of incest before, as if this was the first time that mother and son were about to be sexually intimate, that same imaginary line of incest reappeared again now. It was one thing to have incestuous sex in a motel room in California, but not here, not in this house, their new home. Perhaps putting a curse on the house, having incestuous sex here would defile the house. It was one thing to have incestuous sex because they felt so sad after losing their house, but now that he's so happy in his new life and she should be happy too, one would think that incestuous sex was off the table. After being given a million dollars to buy this house and all of the furnishings, his truck, her car, and their clothes, what's their excuse to have sex now? This is their new life. As if weighing themselves down with the past, why drag their old life back in their new life to ruin that life too? Thinking that they'd learn from their mistakes, and with a mother having sex with her son the biggest mistake of all, why repeat the mistakes they made before all over again now? How dare they fall back on their old habits when this is their chance to start all over again without having the shame and the guilt of incest ruining everything? A one-time thing that they now needed to forget, if they never have incestuous sex again, they've a better chance of putting their forbidden, sexual past behind them. If they never have incestuous sex again, they could concentrate on finding someone, a man for her and a woman for him. If they never have incestuous sex again, they could get on with their life as if having sex with one another never happened. Indeed, if they never have incestuous sex again, they could pretend that what sexually happened between them that Halloween night never happened. * * * * * With only one button at the neck holding her shamelessly sexy nightgown closed, her beyond naughty nightgown looked like an oversized, wrap around cape with two big holes for her arms and one for her neck. Having only worn this nightgown once to bed, she choose to wear this nightgown again now. Obviously because of how sexy she looked wearing this negligee, she was eager to wear this nightie again now. The last time she wore this nightgown, because it was so sheer and showed everything, when she looked at herself in the mirror, she felt so sexy. She felt so wicked. She felt like a whore. On the flipside of that coin, the last time she wore this nightgown, realizing her reality of not having a man in her life, the nightgown made her feel sad and sexually frustrated. The last time she wore this nightgown, she masturbated herself while thinking of a man touching her, feeling her, kissing her, making love to her, and fucking her. Obvious now ready to make her sexual fantasy her sexual reality, the last time she wore this nightgown, she thought of having forbidden sex with her son. After she wore this negligee just once and after she masturbated herself while wearing the nightgown, she returned the nightie to the box to never wear it again. Now, obviously eager to wear this particular nightgown again, no doubt it had been a long time since she felt sexy enough to wear it. Obviously, by wearing this nightgown tonight, she wanted Michael to see her in this particular nightgown. With the nightgown making a statement without words, clearly showing her breasts, her pussy, and her ass, the nightgown screamed sex. Obviously eager to wear it again, perhaps because the unbuttoned opening gave her son free access to her naked body, she wanted him to touch her and feel her while making love to her and before fucking her. * * * * * Ready to sleep with his mother again, ready to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, spoon her, and hopefully even dry hump her, as if he was room service and they were at a swank hotel, Michael lightly knocked on her bedroom door. Filled with the anticipation of having sex with his mother again, he couldn't wait to touch her and to feel her while kissing her. He wondered if she'd allow him to make love to her again. He wondered if she'd allow to fuck her again. He wondered if she'd suck his cock and allow him to cum in her mouth again. Only, instead of having sex, maybe she just wanted him to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her while she slept. Yet, if that's all that she wanted to do, better than sleeping alone in his own bed and masturbating himself, he'd rather be in bed with his mother. He'd rather be sleeping next to her to feel her warmth and to feel her breathing. Maybe she'd allow him to sleep in her bed every night. Perhaps, after a while, catching her at a weak and vulnerable moment, with him already there in bed with her, she'd have sex with him again. "Mom? Are you decent?" Decent? Such an oxymoronic word when describing his mother? What does decent even mean when a mother is practically naked behind her bedroom door after inviting her son to sleep with her? Even if she was decently dressed, that still wouldn't make her decent. Just as there was nothing decent about him with him already having an erection with the thoughts of bedding his mother, there was nothing decent about her. There was nothing decent about incest. Incest was wrong. Incest was nasty. Incest between a mother and her son was the worst kind of incest. How dare she? How dare he? How dare they? What's wrong with them to want to have sex with one another? If only they knew there was nothing decent about incestuous sex. If only he knew there was nothing decent about his mother. After they had sex the first time and once they had sex again, he'd forever be deemed perversely perverted for having sex with his mother and she'd forever be deemed an incestuous whore for having sex with her son. Whatever love and affection they felt for one another, in the eyes of the world's opinion, him having sex with his mother makes him a pervert and her having sex with her son makes her a whore. What does decent mean when a mother invited her son to sleep with her in her bed? Just as he wasn't decent to want to sleep with his mother, she wasn't decent to want to sleep with her son. How dare they even use the word decent in regards to their forbidden, incestuous affair? Decency was oxymoronic to incest. With his mind reeling with the sexual anticipation of sleeping in the same bed with his mother again, morals aside he hoped she wasn't decently dressed. No need to worry about her being morally decent and modestly shy, when she stripped off her clothes in that motel room and stood before him naked, she had already shown him that she was indecently immoral and immodestly wicked. Not one to disappoint her son in the way that her son would never disappoint his mother, once they crossed that line of incest, with decency pushed aside for incest, neither of them would ever be decent again. With incestuous thoughts on his mind, the last thing he wanted his mother to be was decent. He needed her to be indecently naked again. He'd rather his mother be an incestuous whore in the way she was in that motel room. In the way she willingly stripped herself naked and was immorally and immodestly standing before him naked in the motel room, he hoped she was standing naked behind her bedroom door in her bedroom. He hoped she'd sleep in the nude again in the way she did at the motel. He hoped that she'd open her bedroom door naked and insist that he'd be naked too. * * * * * "Come in Michael," she said in her sweet voice. As if she was a spider and he was her a fly, seemingly she was ready to entangle him in her web of incest. Seemingly if judging her by how she was dressed or wasn't dressed to receive her son, hopefully she was ready to suck him dry. As soon as he opened her bedroom door and walked inside her bedroom, she got up from the dressing table and when she stood her nightgown caught itself on the dressing table drawer. Already flashing her son her naked body from her breasts down to her pussy, her nightgown was wide open for an instant before she quickly pulled it from the drawer and closed her nightgown. He wondered if she was flashing him deliberately or by accident. Yet, with her sudden flash happening so fast, too fast, he didn't have time to react in his stare to see anything other than knowing that she's naked beneath her nightgown. Too busy looking to see how much he could see of his mother's naked body through the sheer, sexy material of her nightgown, he didn't have time to notice her nakedness when her negligee parted open. At first when he saw that she was wearing a dressing gown, he was disappointed that she wasn't naked. Yet, this flimsy, nearly see-through nightgown that opened all the way down at the front was the next, best thing to her being naked. With her every movement, he saw a quick flash of her breasts and/or pussy. This nightgown was beyond sexy. She walked over to him to wrap her arms around his neck and to give him a kiss on the lips. With so much incestuous lust and sexual passion in her kiss, when she kissed him, he so wanted to slip her his tongue and French kiss her while sliding a slow hand down to feel and squeeze her practically naked ass. When she kissed him, he wanted to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her closer and impale her with his erection through his pajama bottoms. When she kissed him, he wanted to feel her big breasts while fingering her erect nipples. When she kissed him, he wanted to move a hand between her legs and insert his finger in her pussy to feel if she was as wet as he was hard. When she kissed him, he wanted to push her back on her bed, spread her legs, and bury his face in her pussy to lick her long enough to give her an orgasm before making love to her and before fucking her. "Wow! What's that for?" Surprised that his mother kissed him on his lips, after she had been so cool and standoffish sexually to him the last several weeks, he looked at her looking at him. He so wanted to slip his mother his tongue and French kiss her but he didn't dare. This was his mother after all and not some barroom slut who brought him back to her apartment for a booty call and one-time sex. Besides he didn't want to ruin things by rushing things. Rather taking it slow, hoping for a replay of Halloween night in the motel, whatever happens will happen once he was in bed with her. A big step and a giant leap, this was the first time he was in her bedroom when she was wearing her nightgown and what a sexy nightgown it was. Her nightgown was so beautiful and she looked so sexy wearing it. So sheer and so sexy, now that she was standing next to him in the bright light of her bedroom, he could see that she was naked beneath the practically see-through material. As if he was a spy noticing every detail of her shapely naked body, giving him a peek-a-boo shot of what lay beneath the flimsy material, he couldn't help but notice that her nightgown opened in the front whenever she moved. If she wasn't expecting him to give her sex, then he didn't know why she'd wear something so revealing, so easy to open, and something that gave him complete access to her naked body. Nearly bursting his eyeballs out of his head, she briefly flashed him enough of her dark brown, trimmed pussy for him to know that she wasn't wearing panties. Was his mother ready for sex or was her not wearing panties her way of being comfortable for bed? Quickening his pulse, her nightgown parted long enough for him to see that her pussy was still neatly trimmed in the way that it was Halloween night. Even though he saw her pussy before when she stripped herself naked and stood in front of him naked in the motel room, it was excitingly shocking to see her pussy again. As if he was seeing her pussy for the first time, he couldn't believe he just saw his mother's pussy again. His mother's cunt was always such a meaningful phrase to him. He couldn't believe he saw his mother's cunt again. Moreover, as if she was his Christmas gift and she was wrapped in pale, pink, chiffon, tissue paper, he couldn't believe she was wearing that to bed with him lying beside her. While holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, spooning her, and perhaps even dry humping her, he couldn't wait for his long fingers to be in contact with his mother's cunt. * * * * * In the way that he was a voyeur, he wondered if his mother was an exhibitionist. It would be his sexual fantasy come true if she was. In the way she readily stripped off her clothes in front of him, maybe she enjoyed flashing her body not only to him but to others too. In the way she paraded around that motel room wearing just her panties and bra, maybe she enjoyed not only teasing him but also sexually teasing all men while wearing just her underwear. In the way she stood before him topless before standing before him naked, what woman would so willingly expose her naked body to any man unless she was an exhibitionist? More than just incestuous sex and aside from her being an incestuous whore, what mother would freely allow her son to see her in her underwear, topless, and/or naked unless she was an exhibitionist? He wondered if she'd wear this nightgown to answer the front door the next time they ordered pizza. Not even needing to give him a tip, he could only imagine the look on the delivery man's face when seeing his mother wearing this. He wondered if he could convince her to wear this nightgown the next time they had a repairman in the house. He'd love to see the look on the face of the plumber, the electrician, or the handyman when seeing his mother in this nearly see-through nightgown. When the weather was warmer, he'd love to see his mother parading around the pool while wearing this nightgown and while the pool man or the landscaping man was trying to do their job. "Yoo-hoo," he imagined his mother calling to them while carrying a tray of iced tea. "I brought you something cool to drink." He imagined her emerging from the house and calling their attention to look at her. He imagined her carrying the tray of beverages chest high. With every step she took, he imagined her nightgown parting from the neck down to show them her naked tits and naked pussy. If she wore this outside, with just the slightest breeze, they could see so very much more of her naked body. They could see her tits and her pussy and when she turned to return to the house, they could see her naked ass through the nightgown as if she wasn't wearing anything. He thought of all the sexy fun he could have with his mother. In the way that he was a voyeur, hoping she was, he couldn't help but wondered if his mother was an exhibitionist. In the way she was always flashing him up skirts and down blouses, in addition to her being sexually attracted to him as he is sexually attracted to her, maybe she was an exhibitionist. He'd love for his mother to flash unsuspecting men up skirt flashes of her panties and down blouse peeks of her cleavage and bra. He'd love to flash men his mother's underwear clad, topless, and/or naked body in the way she flashed him underwear clad, topless, and naked body at the motel. In the way she was flashing him her naked body now, he'd love for his mother to flash unsuspecting men her naked body later. He imagined all the fun they could have at the mall. In hindsight, oblivious to her flashing men her panties, cleavage, and bra before, he recalled it now. He remembered when his mother was shopping for shoes, whether deliberately or inadvertently, she gave the shoe store salesman quite the between her legs show when flashing him her white, bikini panties. When he measured her foot and helped her try on a pair of shoes, she parted her knees enough to flash him her white, bikini panties. From where he was sitting on a little stool across from her, he had the perfect up skirt view of her panty clad pussy. Then, when she leaned down to fuss with her shoe, he had the perfect down blouse view of her cleavage and bra down her blouse. If the job of a shoe salesmen wasn't the best job in the world, then he didn't know what was. In hindsight, oblivious to it before, whether it was deliberate or accidental, he recalled her flashing men now. He remembered when his mother was shopping for skirts, dresses, and blouses, with all of the stores they walked by in the mall, she chose the only women's clothing store that still had curtains on the dressing room. In and out of that dressing room a dozen times, she had a practiced, quick, one-handed way of closing that curtain so that the end of the curtain was always open enough for any man looking to see undressing and dressing. In hindsight, oblivious to it before, he recalled her flashing men now. He remembered when his mother was trying on bikinis, she was giving men standing outside of her dressing room, while waiting for their wives and girlfriends, quite a show of her beautiful body. With his mother always deep in thought, he thought she was just being her oblivious self. He never thought that his mother might be deliberately flashing men her body in all manner of undress. Normally making him possessive jealous, instead it made him horny to watch other men staring at his mother's underwear clad, topless, and/or naked body. 'Wow! If only I knew then what I know now, I would have helped her flash.' * * * * * 'Oh, my God,' he thought to himself. With her wearing that flimsy nightgown, he couldn't wait to hold her. He couldn't wait to hug her. He couldn't wait to cuddle her. He couldn't wait to spoon her. He couldn't wait to dry hump her. While lying in bed next to her, he couldn't wait to feel and touch his MILF of a mother everywhere a son should never be allowed to touch his MILF of a mother. Only, with it such a long time since they were incestuously intimate, as if this was the first time, he'd have to start all over again. "It's Christmas silly and you're standing beneath the mistletoe," she said laughing while looking up at the mistletoe dangling over his head. She removed her arms from around his neck to readjust and close her nightgown that had parted open again. "Merry Christmas Michael," she said kissing him on the lips while briefly flashing him her tits and pussy again before closing her nightgown. Losing the House but Winning Mom 09 If only to sacrifice her comfort for her modesty, she kept her hand in front of her as if she was wearing a hospital gown backwards. With him wanting to see more quick peeks and furtive glances of her naked body, he wished it was suddenly windy in her bedroom. As if she was suddenly transported in time and she was Sally Fields as the Flying Nun, he'd love to see her wearing that nightgown while standing on a hilltop overlooking the ocean. As if she was an angel, his angel to ogle her naked, he'd loved to see her nightgown billowing open in the wind around her naked body. He so wanted to put on the overhead fan but it was a little cold in her bedroom already. He couldn't wait to get her beneath the covers and warm himself against her by cuddling with his mother. "Oh," he said looking up over his head and pulling her to him by her arm to return her kiss with his. No doubt her excuse to kiss him was now his excuse to kiss her. Other than her excuse to kiss him and his excuse to kiss her, he wondered why else his mother had put mistletoe over her bedroom door when they were the only ones in the house. If there was one thing he liked better than holding his mother was kissing his mother, French kissing his mother. If there was one thing he liked better than French kissing his mother was touching and feeling his mother, her tits, her pussy, and her ass. He couldn't wait to touch and feel her while kissing her. If there was one thing he liked better than touching and feeling his mother while kissing his mother was making love to his mother before fucking his mother. When he surprised her by pulling her to him in that way, hoping for a view of her tits, the front of her nightgown opened again and he was rewarded with another quick view of her naked pussy before she put a hand there to close it again. After he kissed her, not wasting time with conversation in the way that he imagined she would, she climbed in bed, the side by the wall, and he got in on the other side. Quickly moving beneath the covers, they lay there like that in silence without talking and without holding, hugging, cuddling, and spooning one another. As if they were both virgin teenagers and as if this was the first time being in bed together, it was as if they were both afraid to make the first move. When her nightgown billowed open from her climbing in bed and with her naked breasts exposed to him again, she raised the sheet to her shoulders to interrupt him ogling her. Always having wondered what it would be like to sleep with his mother before they slept together in the motel, he was wondering that again now. With them not being sexually intimate for nearly two months, reverting backwards sexually, he wondered what she was thinking. He wondered if she was sexually thinking about him in the way that he was sexually thinking about her. He wondered if she was thinking about him in the same lustful, sexy, incestuous way that he was thinking about her. He wondered if she was just as sexually excited that she was in bed with him as he was sexually excited being in bed with her. He wondered if she was going to give him sex or if she just wanted him to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her. Yet, if she wasn't going to give him sex, why would she wear such a revealing and sexy nightgown? Why would she make herself look so beautiful by fixing her hair, freshening her makeup, and putting on perfume? "I'm tired," she said yawning again. She turned to him to give him a goodnight kiss as if he was her husband of twenty-two years instead of her twenty-two-year-old son. As if she was an airbrushed movie star in bed on a sound stage, before turning off her bedside light but leaving on the nightlight, the nightlight glowed enough for him to see her pretty face. With their bedroom looking much like a movie set glowing with dim lights for the sake of the camera, just enough to see, he couldn't wait to see more of his nearly naked mother. "Me too," he said returning her kiss with his kiss without touching her and or feeling her in the way that he so wanted to touch and feel her. "I can't wait to for you to see what I bought you for Christmas." She gave him a loving smile that any mother would give her son. "I'll find out soon enough," she said. "Good night Michael." While waiting for her invitation in the way she invited him to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, spoon her, dry hump her, touch her, and feel her as she did in the motel room, he bided his time. Better that his mother make the first move, once she did, he'd make all of the other moves. He scooted his body closer to her but not close enough to touch her. "Good night mom." * * * * * When she rolled on her side, his cue to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her, he scooted over to her. With her nightgown having so much material, his body was on her nightgown and when she rolled on her side, her nightgown that remained beneath him opened wide. Peaking beneath the covers to see what he could see of her, the entire left side of his mother's body was exposed to his horny eyes. Her tit, her ass, and her pussy was there for him to ogle. It was then that he wished he had a flashlight or a watch that glowed brightly in the dark. He'd love to light up his mother's naked body enough for him to see more of her. With the vision of his naked mother burnt in his head, he felt his cock growing stiffer. Not wanting to impale his mother's ass with his cock in the way he did at the motel, barely touching her, he didn't know what to do with his arm and with his hand. As if afraid to touch his nearly naked mother, he kept his arm to himself while allowing his hand to rest on his leg. Besides, afraid to touch her naked skin, not wanting her to close her nightgown, he didn't want her to know that she was so exposed. Only, with her wearing that outrageously revealing nightgown, he suspected that she knew she was so exposed. Why else would she wear his particular nightgown other than to flash him? With it cold enough in her bedroom, cold enough to hang meat, she could have worn her flannel nightgown just as he could have worn more than a tee shirt, pajama bottoms, and underwear. He couldn't wait for his mother to keep him warm. He couldn't wait to keep his mother warm too. "Michael," she said. He loved her voice. He loved her smile. He loved her hair, her eyes, and her body. He loved everything about his mother. He loved his mother. He really, really loved his mother. Inappropriately wrong and incestuously forbidden, he loved his mother more than any son should love his mother. "Yes Mom," he said popping up his head to see if he could see any more of his mother's body but she was already hidden beneath the covers. He so wanted to hold her in the way that he held her in the motel. Only afraid of rushing things and ruining things, if not tonight, he'd have other chances to make his sexual move on his mother. He'd just bide his time. Maybe once she fell asleep and started snoring, he'd touch her. He'd feel her. He'd press his body up against her in the way he did on Halloween. Then, she said what he loved hearing her say. "I'm not contagious. Don't be afraid to touch me and to hold me. I don't bite," she said with a nervous laugh. "I like it when you hold me and touch me." 'Oh, my God,' he thought. 'She wants me to hold her. She wants me to touch her. She likes it when I touch her? Touch her where? I wish she was more specific,' he thought. 'Does she want me to touch her arm, her hand, her leg or her ass, her pussy, and/or her tits?' With her nightgown wide open, when he put his arm around her slim waist and pulled himself closer to her by holding onto her body, his hand was now inside of her nightgown. When he held her in that way, touching her bare skin, he was surprised to feel her naked, toned stomach. With the bottom of her heavy breast resting on his forearm, he so wanted to reach up to cup her big tit and finger her erect nipple. As excited feeling her naked stomach as he imagined he'd be feeling her naked breast, her naked ass, and/or her naked pussy, he couldn't believe he was touching and holding his mother in such a familiar, intimate way again. He couldn't believe he was holding and touching his mother in the way that he was holding and touching her before. She made no move to close her nightgown, even though she, obviously now knew by the feel of his hand on her naked stomach that her nightgown was wide open. In the way she did at the motel, she surprised him with her immoral immodesty. Was his mother an exhibitionist? He didn't know. Was his mother a slut? He had no idea. Was his mother an incestuous whore? With him her perversely perverted son, he hoped to God she was. With the bottom of her breasts resting on his forearm, his cock gradually hardened to full erection. So tempted, he so wanted to reach his hand up to touch her breasts, to feel her tits, and to finger her nipples. So tempted, he so wanted to reach his hand down to touch her pubic hair, rub her clit, and finger her pussy. Voluntarily, so as to not hump his mother's ass, not wanting her to know that he was sexually excited enough to have an erection, he backed away from her to allow only his thighs to come in contact with her and not his hips. "You feel different than I thought you'd feel Mom," he said. As if he was already inside of her, he could feel her breathing. Instead of sleeping, they were both wide awake. "I do? What do you mean? How do I feel differently?" As if reaching for something beneath his car seat, he slowly ran his hand down along her stomach and stopped when his fingertips touched the top of her trimmed, dark brown pubic hair. As if butting up against an electrified, barbed wire fence, afraid to touch her pubic hair in the way he was afraid to touch her pubic hair that first time, he left his fingers there. Seemingly her pubic hair was the incestuous imaginary line and the demarcation between what was appropriate touching and what was inappropriate groping between a mother and son. In the way he did nearly two months ago, he couldn't believe he was touching his Mom's pubic hair with his fingertips again. He only wished he was touching her pubic hair with his tongue and/or with his cock instead of just with his fingers. With his hand so close to her sweet honeypot, he waited for her to swat his hand away and close her nightgown. He couldn't believe she allowed him to not only touch her in such a sexually incestuous way but also to allow him to leave his hand there so close to her pussy slit. In the way he wondered if she was wet that night, he wondered if she was wet now. He wondered if she was as sexually aroused and wet as he was as sexually aroused and hard. Subtly and ever so slowly and delicately, he played with the top of her pubic hair as if he was touching her eyebrows. He wondered how far down she'd allow him to move his hand and his horny fingertips before stopping him. With her pussy slit and clit mere inches away from his long, horny fingers, he so wanted to continue moving his hand down, all the way down, to cup his mother's pussy before splitting her slit and rubbing her clit and finger fucking her cunt. His mother's cunt. Just saying the words sexually excited him. In the way thinking that his mother was an incestuous whore sexually excited him, thinking about his mother's cunt sexually excited him. He'd love to do so much more to his mother's cunt than just playing with her pubic hair. He so wanted to masturbate her. He so wanted to finger her cunt, lick her cunt, and fuck her cunt in the way he did in the motel room. In the way he did Halloween night in the motel, he'd love to make love to his mother's cunt again before fucking his mother's cunt. A telling sign and evidence that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, he wondered again if she was as wet for him as he was hard for her. "Maybe because I was so frightened to touch you and nervous about having sex with you that I didn't really think about what I was feeling when I was touching and feeling you then. You feel younger and firmer than I thought you'd feel," he said. "You have such a beautiful body Mom. He wished he could feel more of her. He wished he could feel all of her. He wished he could feel her everywhere a son should never feel his mother. "I exercise and I watch what I eat," she said with a laugh, "but thank you for the backhanded compliment." If only he could confess how he truly felt about his mother, showering her with inappropriate compliments, he wondered what she'd say. He wondered what she'd do. He was in love with his mother in the way a young man is in love with a young woman. Yet, with the love and sexual passion he felt for his mother forbidden, maybe she would be uncomfortable with him gushing his feelings of love, sexual desire, and incestuous lust to her and in that inappropriate way. Nonetheless it being wrong for him to be in bed with his mother while touching and feeling her naked body, the sexual pleasure he felt was much greater than the guilt he experienced in wanting to have sex with her. He didn't care that it was wrong to have sex with his mother. How could the love that he feels for his mother be wrong? It felt so right whenever he was with her. It felt so good to hold her and kiss her. "Sorry, I didn't mean that in the way that it sounded Mom." She laughed. He loved her laugh. She had such a musical laugh. "Being that we're in bed together and with you playing with my pubic hair," she said with a laugh, "call me Jennifer instead of Mom. This is awkward enough for me to be in bed with my son, especially with you calling me Mom," she said with another laugh. "I'd rather we pretend that we're just man and woman, boyfriend and girlfriend, or husband and wife even, instead of mother and son. Let's just take this for what it is, one night at a time and a one night stand." 'One night stand? What did she mean by that? Is she going to give him sex again in the way she gave him sex on Halloween. He never knew with her. He was at her mercy and at her pleasure. She wasn't always so easy to read.' She shocked him when she acknowledged that he was playing with her pubic hair. She shocked him when she didn't ask him to take his hand away. She shocked him when she said let's pretend that we're man and women, boyfriend and girlfriend, or husband and wife even, instead of mother and son. She shocked him when she said for him to take this for what it was...a one night stand. Was she giving him permission to sexually touch her and incestuously feel her? He couldn't tell. Was she giving him permission to have sex with her? He didn't know. Was she giving him permission to do with her naked body what any man, boyfriend, or husband would do with his woman, girlfriend, or wife's naked body? He could only hope. "Okay Jennifer," he said moving his fingers away from her pubic hair. Not wanting to remove his hand from being in such close proximity to her pussy, he felt compelled to respect his mother by not groping her and/or taking sexual advantage of her. "You needn't move your fingers Michael. That felt good what you were doing. Strangely familiar, you're father used to touch me in that relaxing way and do the same thing with his fingertips when in contact with my pubic hair when we were in bed together," she said taking his hand and putting it where it was before, only a little lower. "I like when you touch me in that way." His mother likes it when he plays with her pubic hair. His mother likes being touched in the sexual way. Not a son who'd disappoint his mother, whatever she wanted him to do to her naked body was okay with him. "Okay," he said. He moved his hand back to her pubic hair only a little lower this time. Now instead of touching her pubic hair with just his fingertips, practically cupping her cunt, his whole horny hand was filled with his mother's dark brown, trimmed, pubic hair. "I'm cold," she said. "Move closer to me to keep me warm Michael," she said pushing her buttocks against his already swollen cock. "Oh, you're wearing pajama bottoms," she said pausing before speaking again. "You're going to think me wicked and you're going to think less of me but take them off please. If you don't mind, I like feeling your naked cock pressed up against my naked ass." 'If I don't mind? Are you kidding me? Oh, my God,' he said to himself. 'She likes feeling my naked cock pressed up against her naked ass.' "I don't think you're wicked," he said. "And I'd never think less of you just because you like feeling me up against you in the way that I like feeling you up against me," he said shocking himself by confessing that. In the time it took him to say that, he removed his tee shirt, his pajama bottoms, and his underwear and was back and bed with his hard, naked prick pressed against his mother's naked ass. She moved closer to him. When she moved like that and pressed herself against him like that, his fingers moved with her. Now, instead of just feeling her pubic hair with his fingertips, he felt a whole handful of her pubic hair. With the palm of his hand resting on her pussy mound, his fingers were just above her pussy slit. "Oh, Michael," she cooed, while pressing her naked ass against his naked cock. "You have an erection." She wiggled her ass against him. "Sorry Mom," he said but not sorry at all. He dry humped his mother's naked ass. "Sorry? Don't be sorry," she said pushing harder against him. "Be proud that you have such a big, hard cock." When she moved like that and leaned forward like that in the fetal position, the bottom of her naked breasts rested on his forearm, his wrist, and the top of his hand. His cock hardened with the thoughts of touching her tits, feeling her tits, fondling her big tits, and fingering her erect nipples. He couldn't believe he was touching his mother's pussy again in the way he was touching her pussy before. With his mother resting her big breasts on his forearm, he couldn't believe he was touching her breasts, albeit with mostly his forearm instead of with his horny hand. Without even touching and feeling her breasts with his upraised hand, he could feel the soft, firm, heaviness of her breasts on the back of his hand and arm. His Mom had big tits, at least a large C cup maybe even a small D cup. He couldn't believe he was so sexually aroused just by holding, hugging, cuddling, and spooning his mother while dry humping his mother. Just by him supporting her breasts with his arm and hand, he supported her big breasts as if his forearm was her under wire bra. He didn't know if he could control himself from touching and feeling his mother where no son should ever touch and feel their mother. Unable to get enough of touching them, feeling them, fondling them, and fingering them, he'd love to feel her breasts and nipples again. He'd love to suck her big tits while fingering her hard nipples again. He'd love to dry hump his mother while feeling her big tits and fingering her erect nipples. Pressing himself harder against her, he moved closer to her while holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, spooning her, and dry humping her. "How's that?" As if moving his erect prick inside of her, he pushed himself closer to her and he felt his erection find a comfortable spot between her ass cheeks. He so wanted slide his hard, hairy cock in her warm, wet pussy. Imagining making love to his mother again, he imagined fucking his mother doggy style. Having experienced it only once before, he wondered what it would feel like to be inside of her again. Right here and right now, he wondered what she'd do if he tried to have sex with her, to make love to her, and to fuck her. He wondered if she'd be submissive enough to allow him to have sex with her or if she'd be appalled enough to fight him while he aggressively and sexually took what he wanted and needed from her. Only why was she in bed with him naked and asked him to get naked too, if she didn't want to have sex with him? With her making all of the moves and with her being in sexual control of him, he needed to make his moves too. He needed to be in sexual control of her. Losing the House but Winning Mom 09 "That feels good," she said squirming her body more into him while seemingly taking his cock deeper in between her ass cheeks. Sending him sexual signals, they still weren't clear enough for him to make a sexual move on his mother. She was his morally modest mother and not some slut of a drunken whore that he picked up at a bar. Regretting whatever he did or didn't do later, whether he made a sexual pass or not, exploring new sexual ground as if they had never had sex before, he didn't know what to do now. He was so confused. He was so afraid. The last thing he wanted to do was to ruin the good relationship and great friendship that he enjoyed with his mother with sex. With his arm still wrapped around her slim waistline, his hand and fingers in contact with her pussy and her breasts resting on his arm and hand, he had the sensation of what it would feel like to fuck his mother up her ass. He wished he could fuck her vaginally or anally. So wanting to touch her and so wanting to feel her breasts, as if she read his mind, she took his hand and moved it on her left breast in the way she did before. His mother put his hand on her tit. He couldn't believe his mother put his hand on her tit. 'Oh, my God,' he loved feeling her big tits. "Mom," he said. Forgetting to call her Jennifer, Mom was all that he said and all that he could say. He couldn't believe it when she put his hand on her big tit again. With her hard, erect nipples impaling the palm of his hand in the way that his erect cock was nearly impaling her naked ass, he couldn't believe he was cupping his mother's big boob in his hand. God, he loved her big tits. "You act as if you've never felt a breast before Michael? You act as if you've never felt my breast before," she said with a laugh. "It's okay. You can feel my breasts. I don't mind you feeling my tits. It's just a tit Michael. Feeling my tits is no big deal. Besides, I like it when you feel my tits and fondle my tits." 'It's just a tit? Not to him it wasn't. It's no big deal? She likes him feeling her tits and fondling her tits? Having her shapely breast in the palm of his horny hand was a big deal to him. He liked it when his mother referred to her breasts as tits in the way he liked it when his mother referred to his penis as cock.' She surprised him with her immoral, immodesty by making the first incestuous move. Actually, she made the first sexual move when she agreed to have him sleep in the same bed with her. She made the second sexual move by wearing this sexy, wide open nightgown. She made the third sexual move when she kissed him on the pretense that he was standing beneath the mistletoe. She continued making sexual moves by allowing him to finger her pubic hair while resting her breasts on his arm and hand and while pushing her ass against his hardening cock on the pretense of him spooning her and cuddling her. Suspecting that his mother was more taking advantage of him than he was of her, it was time for him to make his own sexual moves. Yet, with her his mother and with him her son and their sexual relationship deemed not only incestuous but also forbidden under the laws of the state and the church, all he could do was to follow her lead. All he could do was not to lead but to follow. All he could do was to go along with whatever she wanted to do while hoping that what she wanted to do was the same that he wanted to do and was something that was incestuously sexual. "Sorry Mom. I just didn't want to grope you. I didn't want to take sexual advantage of you," he said. "I wanted to give you the respect that you deserve as my mother and not treat you as my whore." 'Shit! Fuck.' He just called his mother a whore. He didn't mean to say that. He couldn't believe he just called his mother a whore. Even though he felt guilty saying what he just did, it sexually excited him to think of his mother as a whore. As long as she was his whore, what's so wrong with that? In the way that his cock was growing while pressed against her naked ass, he could feel her nipple hardening against the palm of his hand. He had felt lots of breasts and fingered lots of nipples before but, with these tits weren't just any tits, these tits were his mother's tits and his mother's nipple. Feeling her breasts and nipples was so much more sexually exciting than feeling the breasts and nipples of some other woman, a stranger, and/or a woman he picked up in a bar. So wanting to finger her nipples, he didn't dare move his hand for fear that she'd move his hand away from her tit. Holding his mother's breast in his hand was one thing but feeling her up as if he was a man and she was a woman he brought home from a bar for sex was something else. Yet, she did say to pretend that they were just man and woman, boyfriend and girlfriend, or husband and wife even, instead of mother and son. Nonetheless, now that he was holding one of her big boobs in his hand, he so wanted to feel and fondled his mother's bit tits while fingering her erect nipples. She laughed. "Sometimes I wouldn't mind you treating me as your whore," she said with another laugh, a dirty laugh this time. "I wouldn't mind being submissive to you. Sometimes with me wanting and needing to be taken, I wouldn't mind you making me your submissive, sexual bitch. I wouldn't mind you forcing me to do any sexual nasty and every incestuously dirty thing that you wanted to do to my naked body and that you wanted me to do to your naked body," she said with a nervous laugh. 'Fuck me,' he thought to himself. 'His mother wants to be taken. His mother wants to be his submissive, sexual bitch. His mother wants him to do any sexually nasty and every incestuously dirty thing that he wants her to do to his naked body and that he wants to do to her naked body.' If he didn't know he was wide awake, he'd think he was dreaming. "Mom," was all that he could say was forcing him to her knees to suck him. Overwhelmed and preoccupied by the thoughts of all of the sexual things that he imagined doing with his mother, he moved his hand away from her naked breast. He imagined having anal sex with her. He imagined having sex in public with her. He imagined going to a nude beach with her. He imagined helping her to flash her naked body to unsuspecting men. He imagined them agreeing for her to have sex with other men while he watched and while he had sex with other women too. He imagined treating his mother like a whore instead of respecting her as his mother. "I don't mind you touching me, feeling me, fondling me, and caressing my breasts Michael, just don't finger my nipples," she said turning her head on her pillow to look at him and as if daring him to touch her nipples. "Okay?" 'Don't touch her nipples? Damn,' he thought to himself. 'Her nipples are the best part of her breasts. Why can't he finger her nipples?' He moved his hand back to her breast to cup her big tit in the palm of his hand. As if she could read his mind, he couldn't believe she said what he was thinking again. He wondered if her nipples were the only parts of her that were off limits. Does that mean that, as long as he doesn't touch her nipples, he could feel and finger her pussy? Suddenly, he felt uncomfortable being naked. Suddenly, he felt awkward being in bed with his naked mother. Suddenly, he felt guilty being in bed with his mother. Suddenly, he felt perversely perverted wanting, hoping, and yearning to have incestuous sex with his mother again. Suddenly, all of those things that he thought of doing with his mother, hit him as being wrong, so wrong. How dare he think about having anal sex with his mother, having sex with her in public, going to a nude beach with her, helping her flash unsuspecting men, and agreeing for her to have sex with other men? It may have been a one-time thing that happened at the motel but this was something else. They were in their house now. This was their new life. It was one thing to disrespect one another incestuously in a rented motel room but this was their house. Whatever they did now was no longer a one-time thing but a forever, incestuous action. Whatever they did now would be a memory that was permanently etched in their brains. Whatever he sexually did to his mother now is something he'd remember for the rest of his life. Whatever his mother sexually did to him now is something he'd be masturbating over for the rest of his life. * * * * * As if she had just farted in bed, he moved away from her. As if she had been eating crackers in bed and the cracker crumbs were everywhere, he turned away from her. Yet, in the way he loved his mother, not only didn't he care if she farted in bed but also he'd never kick her out of bed for eating crackers. Only, he felt guilty for wanting to have incestuous sex with his mother. "I don't think I should be touching, feeling, fondling, and caressing your breast Mom," he said moving his hand away from her breast in the way that he moved his hand away from her pubic hair. Nonetheless his protest in touching, feeling, fondling, and caressing his mother's breast, his cock grew harder and his incestuous lust for his mother intensified. He so wanted to move her on her back and mount her again as he did in the motel room. He so wanted to give him an orgasm with his fingers, his mouth, and his tongue before giving her an orgasm with his cock. He so wanted to make love to his mother while kissing her and feeling her everywhere. He so wanted to fuck his mother and really pound her pussy into orgasmic pleasure. He so wanted his mother to suck him and allow him to cum in her mouth again. Imagining her staring up at him with her big, beautiful, green eyes with his big, hard, hairy cock in her mouth, he so wanted to watch her swallow his cum. "What's the big deal? It's just a breast Michael," she said reaching behind her to pull his arm forward and to put his hand back on her tit. When she moved like that, just before moving his hand on her breast, his hand fell even lower. Before she moved his hand to her breast, his fingertips were right on her pussy slit. Taking a chance to see what she'd say, he played with the tuft of pubic hair that covered her pussy slit. As if dipping his toe in the water to test the temperature, he so wanted to dip his finger in her pussy. "Sorry Mom, but it's not just any woman's breast, it's your breast," he said not knowing what else to say now that his hand was filled with his mother's big tit again. If she wasn't his mother, he'd have a lot to say about feeling her big breast. It was one thing to cup his mother's breast in his hand and quite another thing to actually have her give him permission to touch, feel, fondle, and caress her breast. He wished he could finger her nipples. "There's no reason to be sorry Michael. This is how I used to sleep with your father. When he wasn't playing with my pubic hair, he was holding my breast in his hand while I slept. Just as I loved feeling his hand on me, I love feeling your hand on me too," she said. "As long as you don't finger my nipple," she said again. "I'd like for you to hold my breast. And as long as you don't finger my pussy, I don't mind you playing with my pubic hair. I just don't know if we should continue an incestuously sexual relationship to the inappropriate degree that we did in that motel room. With us being in the new house and having a new life, I just think that would be wrong," she said looking at him as if to see if he agreed with her. 'Huh? What? She doesn't think a son playing with his mother's pubic hair and/or holding his mother's naked breast is incestuously sexual? What is it then if sleeping naked with his naked mother isn't incestuously sexual. Boy, she has some kind of convoluted idea of what's appropriate and what's not and what's incestuous and what's not. Only, now that he was sexually excited, now that he thought she was going to give him hot sex, she was ready to pull the plug.' "Okay," said Michael feeling, fondling, and caressing his mother's breast while being careful not to touch her nipple with any part of his hand but his palm. Okay, he said while not agreeing with her not to have sex in their new house. Okay, he said more agreeing that he'd enjoyed holding her breast and playing with her pubic hair. Okay, he said while hoping that she'd say okay that they could have sex, if only one more time. He'd love nothing more than to Christin his new house by having sex with his mother. He'd love nothing more than to rattle her bedroom windows with her having a screaming orgasm. Something they couldn't do in the motel room, they certainly could do now. They could scream their sexual pleasure all they wanted without fear of anyone hearing them. Abandoning one to feel the other, in between feeling her breast, he reached his hand down to feel and to finger her pubic hair. Inching his hand down further down, he so wanted to cup her pussy again but this time while parting her pussy slit with his finger. He wanted to know if his mother was as wet as he was hard. He wanted to know if his mother was as sexually aroused as he was. He wanted to know if his mother sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. "You have a beautiful breasts mom. I love your big tits. They're so soft and yet so firm," he said. "And your pubic hair is so soft too," he said wishing her could lick her pussy while fingering her pussy. "I love fingering your pubic as much as I love holding your breasts. She turned her head to look at him with as much incestuous lust as he was looking at her. "Thank you, Michael," she said. "I'm glad you're having a good time with my naked body," she said with another laugh. Suddenly feeling sub-conscious and incestuously perverted, he stopped feeling and fondling her breast again. He didn't know if his mother was being sincere or sarcastic. He couldn't tell if she wanted him to continue touching her or not. "I can stop touching you, Mother, if you'd rather I stop now," he said moving his hand from her breast and his cock from her naked ass. Suddenly he felt like she was only allowing him to touch her to sexually sate him and not to sexually satisfy her. "Don't be silly. I was just kidding Michael. I like you holding my breasts in your hand just as I like feeling you play with my pubic hair and just as I enjoy feeling your hard cock pressed up against me," she said. "You make me feel loved. You make me feel wanted. You make me feel sexy. You make me feel as if I'm in a loving, sexual relationship. You make me feel less lonely and sexually frustrated than I am," she said. As much as he loved playing with her pubic hair, he loved the sensation of his mother's breast in his hand. Inspiring him to get harder, just the feel of her big tit in his hand allowed him to maintain a constant erection. When he wasn't feeling her breast, he was playing with her pubic hair. When he wasn't feeling her breast and/or playing with her pubic hair, he was dry humping her sweet, sexy, naked ass. Taking the chance by making his move, he fingered her nipple, first one and then the other. When she didn't complain and/or move his hand away, he pulled her nipples out further. Expecting her to ask him to stop, when she didn't he continued fingering her nipples. He pulled, turned, and twisted her nipples. As if she was having a sexy dream, he watched his mother rub her thighs together. He knew that if she wasn't wet before, she most certainly was wet now. * * * * * After a while, when she flipped her pillow to the cooler side, she turned to spoon him and he turned to face the other way with her. As if they had done this hundreds of times before, instead of this only being the second time being in bed naked together, it was an orchestrated move. In the way that he did with her, she put her hand on his hard, flat stomach and pulled him to her. As if she was humping him in the way that he pulled her to him, it was as if she was his woman instead of his mother. When she pulled him to her, the action of her pulling him closer caused her hand to fall lower and only mere inches from touching the base of his swollen prick. Cemented against one another, they stayed there like that for a few minutes before she lowered her hand, perhaps to a more comfortable position. Now with her fingertips touching the top of his pubic hair in the way that his fingertips touched her pubic hair before when inside of her nightgown, he wished she'd move her hand lower. As soon as he wished she'd move her hand lower, she moved her hand lower. With her fingertips in contact with the base of his prick, she fondled the base of his cock with her fingers. Then, in the way she did on Halloween, he wished she'd put her hand on his cock. He so wanted his mother to hold his cock and fondle his cock while stroking his cock. As if begging her for attention, his cock throbbed and pulsated in anticipation of the touch of his mother's hand. Definitely, she must have felt his erection that throbbed and pulsated against her ass before and that now throbbed and pulsated against her fingertips now. How could she not know that he had a giant erection with his cock sticking straight out as if it was wooded board? With his cock planted right up against her ass and throbbing in between her ass cheeks before she turned the other way, as if he had a live snake trying to escape the covers, how could she not know he had an erection? Of course she knew he had erection. How could she not know he was sexually excited? Of course she knew he was sexually excited. How could she not know that he wanted her to touch his cock, hold his cock, stroke his cock, suck his cock, and fuck his cock? Of course she knew that his engorged prick was begging for the touch of her hand, the warmth of her mouth, and the wetness of her pussy. How could she not know that he sexually wanted her? Just as she obviously sexually wanted him, of course she knew that he sexually wanted her. He couldn't count the number of times he had an erection while thinking of his mother naked or while thinking of having sex with his mother. He couldn't count the number of times he had masturbated while thinking of his mother touching him, feeling him, holding him, stroking him, sucking him, and fucking his cock. Now here she was with her fingertips just mere inches from touching his throbbing and pulsating cock. In the way that she lovingly touched him whenever he was ill with a fever from the flu, his prick ached for his mother's hot hand to touch him now that he had a sexual fever. Wondering how he could subtly move so that her hand would come in contact with his erection, he thought about moving a little higher up on the bed or raising his knees for him to move his cock higher and in reach of her hand. If he slowly slid himself higher up on his pillow while raising his knees, just a few inches higher, her hand would come in contact with his hardening penis. In the way she touched his cock and took hold of his stiff prick in her hand before, nearly two months ago, he wondered if she'd take hold of his stiff prick now when her fingers touched his cock. Even if he arranged himself for her to touch his cock, would she leave her hand there or would she move her hand away? Only, just when he was about to reposition himself for his mother to inadvertently touch him, she shocked him by lowering her hand voluntarily. As if he willed her to do it, she touched his cock with her hand without any help from him. His mother was touching his cock again in the way he was touching her pussy. He couldn't believe his mother was touching his cock. Then, if he wasn't shocked before, she shocked him now when she placed her hand directly on his engorged prick. He couldn't believe it when she placed her hand directly on his cock. Shocking him and sexually exciting him at the same time, his mother had her hand on his cock again in the way she did on Halloween night. With her giving him mixed signals and telling him that their having sex would never happen again, he didn't know what to think. All he knew was that he couldn't believe his mother's hand was in contact with his hard prick. Losing the House but Winning Mom 09 Leaving her hand there without moving it, he wished she'd wrap her fingers around his stiff prick and stroke him. In the way he didn't move his fingers when in contact with her pussy slit, she didn't move her fingers when in contact with cock. Something he had only dreamt about when sleeping and sexually fantasized about when masturbating again, he couldn't believe she was willingly and voluntarily touching his naked penis. In the way he so wanted to masturbate her, he wished she'd masturbate him. It took all the self-control he had not to reach his hand down, wrap his hand around her hand, and close her hand around his penis. It took all the self-control he had not to wrap her fingers around his swollen prick. While humping her hand with his hips, it took him all the self-control he had not to move her hand back and forth and up and down for her to give him a forced hand job. It took all the self-control he had not to turn to her to kiss her, to touch her, and to feel her everywhere before forcing himself inside of her. In the way that he wondered if she was wet before, with her voluntarily touching his stiff prick, he no longer wondered if she was wet now. He knew she was as wet as he was hard. As if he was her man, her boyfriend, her lover, or her husband and she was his woman, his girlfriend, his lover, or his wife, and she had deliberately moved her hand there, his mother left her hand on his cock. His mother was touching his prick. He couldn't believe his mother was touching his prick. Even though she had touched his cock, stroked his cock, sucked his cock, and fucked his cock before, her touching his cock now was just as sexually exciting as the first time she touched his cock. As she no doubt would move her hand away had she accidentally touched his prick if they weren't in bed together, not moving her hand away now, she left her hand there. Not daring to move for the fear of his mother removing her hand from his stiff prick, he stayed there like that while the incestuous, sexual excitement of being in bed naked with his naked mother overwhelmed him. Never has he felt such sexual excitement with a woman feeling his erection through his clothes in the way that he was so sexually excited with his mother feeling his naked cock now. He wondered if she was sleeping and had accidentally touched him in her sleep. He wondered if she was dreaming of having sex with him in the way that he had dreamt of having sex with her so many times before. Now that her hand was in contact with his cock, he wondered if she was sexually fantasizing about his erect prick in the way that he had sexually fantasized about her wet pussy. Not believing it for a minute, but wishing she had, he wondered if she deliberately moved her hand there and left her hand there while in contact with his naked prick. Just as he had been curious about the feel of bits and pieces of her naked body, he wondered if she was curious about the feel of bits and pieces of his naked body too. If indeed she was sleeping, he hoped she'd finger his cock in her sleep. In the way that his hand was on her naked breast before, his mother's hand was on his naked cock now. In the way he stuck his hand inside his mother's nightgown to hold her naked breast in his hand, he wished his mother would wrap her fingers around his prick and hold his naked cock in her hand. He wished his cock would throb and pulsate against her hand so that she'd take the hint and wrap her fingers around his stiff prick. Giving her a reason to stroke him and masturbate him, he wished she take the hint of him not only being sexually excited but also being horny and sexually frustrated. If his cock did throb and pulsate, he wondered if she'd move her hand away when his naked cock came in contact with her hand. Or he wondered if she'd leave her hand there to continue to touch him before holding and fondling his big prick in the way that he touched, held, and fondled her big tit. He'd love nothing more than for her to hold his erect prick in her warm hand. He'd love nothing more than for her to wrap her fingers around him and stroke him in the way he so wanted to rub her clit and finger her pussy. He'd love nothing more than for his mother to masturbate him in the way he so wanted to masturbate her. Maybe, if she was sleeping, instead of moving her hand away from his cock, she'd wrap her fingers around his big prick instead. An involuntary move on her behalf, his cock throbbed and pulsated by the mere warmth and touch of her soft, motherly hand. Then, when she didn't move her hand away, wanting and needing more sexual stimulation, he voluntarily throbbed and pulsated his cock as if he was having sex with her hand. "Mom," he said. He didn't need to say anymore for her to know his meaning. "Oh don't be such a prude Michael. This is how I slept with your father. It isn't like I'm giving you a hand job," she said. "He always held my breast and played with my pubic hair when we faced one way and I held his cock when we faced the other way. Holding your penis in my hand gives me comfort," she said. "It's just my hand Michael. It isn't as if I have your cock in my mouth or in my pussy." 'Just her hand?' Giving him one image, she gave him two more images. He imagined his stiff prick in her mouth. He imagined her staring up at him with her big, green eyes, while his hard, hairy cock was buried in her mouth. He imagined mounting his mother and his mother reaching down to place his cock by her wet cunt. Then, humping her and with her humping him, he imagined being inside of his mother again. He imagined making love to his mother before fucking his mother. He wondered what else she'd say was okay to do because she did that with his father. Would it be okay for her to give him a hand job in the way she did seven, long weeks ago? Would it be okay for her to give him a blowjob in the way she did seven, long weeks ago? Would it be okay for him to cum in her mouth and to watch her swallow his cum? Would it be okay for him to lick her pussy while fingering her pussy? Would it be okay for him to give her an orgasm with his fingers, his mouth, and with his cock? Would it be okay for her to make love to him before fucking him, really fucking him hard in the way that he fucked her really hard while pounding her pussy Halloween night? Now instead of just leaving her hand stationary on top of his prick, wrapping her fingers around him, she held his cock as if she was holding the handle while riding a streetcar. Immediately his prick grew harder and it didn't take him very long to have a full erection. Now, even if he wanted to, he couldn't stop his cock from throbbing and pulsating while in his mother's hand. Every time his cock throbbed and pulsated, it grew longer, wider, and harder. So wanting to slowly hump his mother's hand, first getting an erection over feeling his mother's breast and now with his mother holding his naked erection in her hand, he couldn't wait to masturbate. Then, it happened. As if his stiff prick had a mind of its own, as if it was about to explode with cum, his cock grew harder than it's ever been before. He needed to leave. He needed to go back to his own room. Before something terrible happened that they'd both regret in the morning, he had to stop this incestuous sex before he no longer could. As if she wasn't his mother but some woman he brought home for the night, there was just no way that he could have incestuous sex with his mother again without falling in love with her. To be continued... Losing the House but Winning Mom 10 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * Mother and son rekindle their incestuous feelings by having sex on Christmas. Continued from Chapter 9: In the way that his hand was on her naked breast before, his mother's hand was on his naked cock now. In the way he stuck his hand inside his mother's nightgown to hold her naked breast in his hand, he wished his mother would wrap her fingers around his prick and hold his naked cock in her hand. He wished his cock would throb and pulsate against her hand so that she'd take the hint and wrap her fingers around his stiff prick. Giving her a reason to stroke him and masturbate him, he wished she'd take the hint of him not only being sexually excited but also being horny and sexually frustrated. If his cock did throb and pulsate, he wondered if she'd move her hand away when his naked cock came in contact with her hand. Or he wondered if she'd leave her hand there to continue to touch him before holding and fondling his big prick in the way that he touched, held, and fondled her big tit. He'd love nothing more than for her to hold his erect prick in her warm hand. He'd love nothing more than for her to wrap her fingers around him and stroke him in the way he so wanted to rub her clit and finger her pussy. He'd love nothing more than for his mother to masturbate him in the way he so wanted to masturbate her. Maybe, if she was sleeping, instead of moving her hand away from his cock, she'd wrap her fingers around his big prick instead. An involuntary move on her behalf, his cock throbbed and pulsated by the mere warmth and touch of her soft, motherly hand. Then, when she didn't move her hand away, wanting and needing more sexual stimulation, he voluntarily throbbed and pulsated his cock as if he was having sex with her hand. "Mom," he said. He didn't need to say anymore for her to know his meaning. "Oh don't be such a prude Michael. This is how I slept with your father. It isn't like I'm giving you a hand job," she said. "He always held my breast and played with my pubic hair when we faced one way and I held his cock when we faced the other way. Holding your penis in my hand gives me comfort," she said. "It's just my hand Michael. It isn't as if I have your cock in my mouth or in my pussy." 'Just her hand?' Giving him one image, she gave him two more images. He imagined his stiff prick in her mouth. He imagined her staring up at him with her big, green eyes, while his hard, hairy cock was buried in her mouth. He imagined mounting his mother and his mother reaching down to place his cock by her wet cunt. Then, humping her and with her humping him, he imagined being inside of his mother again. He imagined making love to his mother before fucking his mother. He wondered what else she'd say was okay to do because she did that with his father. Would it be okay for her to give him a hand job in the way she did seven, long weeks ago? Would it be okay for her to give him a blowjob in the way she did seven, long weeks ago? Would it be okay for him to cum in her mouth and to watch her swallow his cum? Would it be okay for him to lick her pussy while fingering her pussy? Would it be okay for him to give her an orgasm with his fingers, his mouth, and with his cock? Would it be okay for her to make love to him before fucking him, really fucking him hard in the way that he fucked her really hard while pounding her pussy Halloween night? Now instead of just leaving her hand stationary on top of his prick, wrapping her fingers around him, she held his cock as if she was holding the handle while riding a streetcar. Immediately his prick grew harder and it didn't take him very long to have a full erection. Now, even if he wanted to, he couldn't stop his cock from throbbing and pulsating while in his mother's hand. Every time his cock throbbed and pulsated, it grew longer, wider, and harder. So wanting to slowly hump his mother's hand, first getting an erection over feeling his mother's breast and now with his mother holding his naked erection in her hand, he couldn't wait to masturbate. Then, it happened. As if his stiff prick had a mind of its own, as if it was about to explode with cum, his cock grew harder than it's ever been before. He needed to leave. He needed to go back to his own room. Before something terrible happened that they'd both regret in the morning, he had to stop this incestuous sex before he no longer could. As if she wasn't his mother but some woman he brought home for the night, there was just no way that he could have incestuous sex with his mother again without falling in love with her. * * * * * "Maybe I should go to my room now Mom," he said knowing his big prick was ready to prematurely ejaculate. Besides, he needed to masturbate himself. He needed to cum. If they weren't going to have sex, he needed to stroke himself while thinking about being in bed naked with his naked mother and having sex with her. "Please don't go Michael. Not yet," she said releasing her hold on his stiff prick to take hold of his hand. She looked up at him with sad, lonely eyes. "I need you. I don't want to be alone. Not tonight, on Christmas Eve." She looked at her nightstand clock. "It's nearly Christmas. We should be together for Christmas if only sleeping in the same bed," she said looking up at him with a pitiful puppy dog look that he couldn't resist. In the way that he needed her, his mother needed him. She looked at him as if she was so lonely. She looked at him as if she was so horny, as horny as he was. She looked at him as if she was sexually frustrated, as sexually frustrated as he was. She looked at him as if she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. How could he leave her? What son would leave his mother in her time of physical, emotional, and sexual need? This was it. This was the turning point in their forbidden, sexual relationship. It was one thing to have sex with his mother in their old live while living in a seedy motel in California, but it was another thing to have sex with his mother in their new life when living in their new home. Destined to be with her forever, he couldn't leave her. Their relationship wasn't just about incestuous sex anymore. Their incestuous relationship had morphed into something else, something higher, and something more beautiful. Their relationship was more about love. No longer incestuous, their relationship wasn't about what a mother sexually feels for her son and what a son sexually feels for his mother. Their relationship was about real love, the love felt between a man and a woman, a boyfriend and girlfriend, or a husband and wife. Just as she was no longer her mother and he was no longer her son, they were lovers. "Mom," he said again. She reached out her hand to grab a handful of his erect prick again. Pulling him back in bed by his penis, as if grabbing for a tool to do a job that she needed done, he couldn't believe his mother grabbed his naked cock again. Every time she touched his prick was like the first time she touched his prick. With her grip even tighter around his cock than it was before, he moved back in bed beside her before she pulled off his cock. She stared at his erect prick as if seeing it for the first time. She stared at his erect prick in the way that he stared at her naked body when she stripped naked in the motel. She stared at his naked prick as if she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. She stared at his erect prick as if she was as hungry for his cock as he was hungry for her pussy. "Did I do that?" He looked down to wear she was staring. She was staring at his cock. His mother was staring at his cock. Even though she had stared at his cock plenty of times before, he couldn't believe she was staring at his cock again now. Every time she looked at his cock, leered at his prick, and ogled his dick, sexually aroused him as if she was seeing his penis for the first time. 'Duh,' he wanted to say but didn't. Too sexually excited to speak, it was then that he realized that she was sexually teasing him and incestuously enticing him. It was then that he realized that they were going to have sex. If it wasn't enough that his mother was in bed with him nearly naked with a see-through nightgown, he was on the same page now. Needing to be hit with a baseball bat to see the subtle sexual signs that women give men, men are such dopes to miss the clues. He was such a dope not to see his mother had planned to have sex with him tonight all along. She let go of his engorged prick to look down at his engorged prick. In the way she teased him before when she grabbed his cock in the motel room, she was teasing him now. As if they were already lovers, and they were, as if they were boyfriend and girlfriend or husband and wife instead of mother and son, she giggled her whisper in his ear. "Did I arouse you sexually by just putting my hand on your naked penis?" She stared up at him while waiting for his answer. Seemingly unable to stop herself from touching him in the way that he was unable to stop himself from touching her, she took hold of his cock again in her hand. Holding his cock as if squeezing a full tube of toothpaste with the cap on, she held his erection tighter in her hand than she ever did before. Her lustful desire for him was transfer from her to him through her hand and through his cock. "Yes. I mean no. Holding your breast and touching your pubic hair, while dry humping you, did that too," he said with a little laugh. "Mom, I'm so sorry, but I can't help myself from holding you, touching you, and feeling you," he said. "I'm so embarrassed. We shouldn't be doing this. This is wrong. This is so wrong." Not believing what he said for a second, his apology wasn't sincere. Even though he said they shouldn't be doing this, even though he said this is wrong, so wrong, he couldn't stop himself from having sex with his mother because it felt so right. With her tightly gripping his prick in her hand, he so wanted to move his hips back and forth for her to give him a forced hand job. Sorry that he said they shouldn't be doing what they were doing while in bed naked together and that what they were doing was wrong, he was glad he said what he said. With him throwing her under the bus, now the onus was off of him and place upon her. Now, with him showing his reluctance, albeit feigned reluctance, to having an incestuous, sexual relationship with his mother, the onus was on her to continue down this road of lunacy and sexual debauchery. "Sorry? Embarrassed?" She laughed her musical laugh. "It's okay Michael. You have nothing to be sorry or embarrassed about. Don't be sorry and don't be embarrassed. Your cock isn't the first cock that I've held in my hand," she said. "And I'm sure your cock won't be the last cock that I hold in my hand," she said with a wicked laugh. "Hardly a virgin, I was married once," she said with a laugh. She looked at him with sexual excitement while he looked at her with incestuous lust. "Mom," he said embarrassed that his mother was seemingly ready to tell him about her sexual exploits with other men. Yet, relieved and disappointed at the same time, instead of talking about her sexual exploits with other men, she talked about their sexual exploits before briefly confessing what she sexually did with his father. "Besides, I've already done more than just hold your cock before," she said with a dirty laugh. "I stroked your prick," she said moving her hand back and forth as if she was giving him a hand job. "I sucked your prick," she said moving her cheek in and out with her tongue while moving her hand back and forth in front of her mouth. "And I fucked your prick," she said moving her hips in and out as if she was in bed fucking him. After using her body language to give him sexually, explicit images of all that they've sexually done together, she looked at him looking at her. "Mom," he said was all that he could say. He looked at her looking at him. "I've been holding your father's prick in my hand and giving him regular hand jobs and blowjobs since my Prom," she said with another giggle before giving him a sad look. "He was the only man I had sex with until I had sex with you." His mother was a virgin when she met his father. He was surprised that she was a virgin. With her not so innocent now, she must have been so innocent then. For some reason, perhaps in the aggressive sexual way that she acts, he thought there were other men in his mother's life before his father. "Sorry Mom," he said again suddenly feeling guilty that he turned his mother from being a morally modest woman to being an incestuous whore. She made a sour face at him. "Now, as if you've opened my sexual floodgates, I'm not embarrassed to tell you that I've been thinking about having sex with other men," she said. She looked at him as if to see what his reaction would be to her personal, private, sexual confession. "Now that I've seen your cock, held your cock, sucked your cock, and fucked your cock, as if I'm a wicked whore, I've been preoccupied with the thought of cocks. With my only other comparison being your father's prick, I'm curious about seeing, touching, feeling, and having sex with other men's pricks." Michael looked at his mother with shock. 'Not another man, not one man, but other men's pricks?' He wondered how many other men's pricks his mother would need to satisfy her sexual curiosity of seeing, touching, feeling, and having sex with other men. Well, he did it. It was all his fault. He had turned his mother into not just an incestuous whore wanting to have sex with him but into a regular whore in wanting to have sex with other men. Having never heard his mother talk in such a sexual way, it excited him when she repeated the word cock. Instead of making him possessively jealous, it sexually excited him that his mother was thinking about having sex with other men. Which men? Her friends? Her neighbors? Strangers? Men she saw at the mall? Men she picked up in a bar? Men she met online? Following her lead, hoping she'd give him some, hot pillow talk about her sexual life, he pumped and pried her for sexual information. He was ready to hear more. He was ready to learn things about his mother that he never knew before. Seemingly, his mother was just like any other woman. She had wants, needs, desires, and even sexual secrets. Just in case she wanted to masturbate him while giving him hot, pillow talk, he turned to face her. Just in case she wanted to suck him before fucking him, he moved to lay on his back to give her hand and mouth better access to his cock. "I can't even imagine you giving Dad a hand job and/or a blowjob," he said prodding her for more sexual information about her past while hoping that she'd give him a hand job and/or a blowjob too. He looked at him with as much curiosity now as she looked at him with curiosity before. "Just wondering, did you just hold Dad's cock while stroking him or did you fondle the head of his prick while moving your hand back and forth." Thinking that he was being coy in his sexual seduction of his mother, seemingly he was so transparent in what he hoped to receive from his mother. She looked at him and gave him a sexy smile before reaching her hand down to fondle the head of his cock with her fingertips. Then, she slowly started stroking him. "Is that what you'd like for me to do? Would you like me to fondle the head of your prick with my fingertips while stroking your cock? Would you like me to masturbate you?" She lifted her head off her pillow to look at him again but he didn't turn to look at her. When he didn't look at her, she stared down at his cock. Feeling awkwardly embarrassed that he wanted his mother in an incestuously sexual way, nonetheless, wishing that she'd masturbate him and /or blow him, he felt so perversely perverted. Never thinking badly of his mother, not thinking that she was a woman with sexual wants, needs, and desires, he shouldered all the blame of turning his mother into an incestuous whore. Yet, even when they were having sex in that motel room in California, never had he so openly talked to his mother about sex as he was now in their house in Massachusetts. Talking about sex with his mother was nearly as sexually exciting as having sex with his mother. Feeling as if there was nothing that he couldn't say or ask his mother, he felt free. He suddenly felt unencumbered by guilty. Now he viewed Jennifer more as his lover, his girlfriend, or even his wife than he did his mother. "Yeah, actually I do want you to give me a hand job but I don't know if we should do that," he said already regretting saying that she shouldn't give him a hand job. He needed to play his part and play his game so that his mother wouldn't think he was a pervert. It was one thing for him to have incestuous sex with his mother but it was quite another thing for her to think that he was perverted. Just as he couldn't think of his mother as being a whore, he didn't want her to think him a pervert or perverted. Just as he could never think badly of his mother, the last think he wanted was for his mother to think badly of him. For all of the things he was sexually thinking about doing and wanting to do with his mother, he needed her to trust his judgment and for her not to think that his judgment was clouded by incest and incestuous thoughts. He needed for her to know that his thoughts weren't twisted by sexual perversions for his mother. Now that he was about to have sex with his mother again, he thought of all of the sexual things that his father wanted to do with his mother. Now that she confessed that she's curious about other men's cocks, he thought of all the sexual things that she refused to do then but that she may be ready to do now. He thought about flashing his underwear clad, topless, and naked mother to other men. He thought about them participating in the swinging lifestyle. He thought about her having sex with other men while he watched. He thought about him having sex with other women while she watched. He thought about them having threesomes and foursomes. He imagined her serving his friends drinks topless and/or naked while they played poker. In the way she refused to do with his father before, maybe she'd be more ready to do with her son now. What she wasn't ready for then, she was obviously ready to do now. * * * * * He watched her staring at his naked prick in the way that he was staring at her naked breasts that were totally hanging out and exposed from her nightgown. After she confessed that she had been thinking of other men's' cocks, seemingly, in the way that he was enamored with breasts, especially with her breasts, she was suddenly enamored with not just his prick but also with other men's pricks too. Even when they were having sex in the motel, never had his mother stared at his prick while touching his prick as much as she was staring at it and touching it now. Suddenly and seemingly, she was as hungry for his cock as he was hungry for her pussy. Suddenly and seemingly, she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. "I had a sexual life before you came along Michael and after you were born," she said with a little laugh while slowly running her fingers over the head of his erection. "After you voiced your reluctance, saying we shouldn't be doing this and that this is wrong, are you okay with me holding your penis and touching your penis in this sexually, incestuous way? Tell me now because if we're going to go through with his again, having sex, it must be consensual," she said without removing her hand. While staring at his cock, she fingered the head of his cock. While continuing to stare at his cock, she teased him with her gentle, motherly touches. Then, she excited him even more by cupping his testicles in her hand before sliding a slow hand all the way up his erect penis. Losing the House but Winning Mom 10 "Yes," he said in a sexually excited whisper. How could he say otherwise? She was driving him sexually mad with incestuous desire for her. "I'm okay with you holding me and touching me in a sexually, incestuous way. I'm okay with having sex with you, Mother. I want to have sex with you," he said kissing her. Only, he wished instead of only holding his cock, fondling his prick, and cupping his testicles in her hand that she'd stroke him. Horny before and with his mother making him even hornier now, he wished she'd give him a motherly hand job and/or a motherly blowjob in the way that she gave his father a wifely hand job and a wifely blowjob. He'd love nothing more than to stare down at his mother looking up at him with her big, green eyes, with his hard, hairy cock in her mouth. "You have such a beautiful prick Michael and I promise not to stroke you," she said pausing to look at him through the darkness of her bedroom, "that is, unless you ask me to do that. Okay?" She said what he was thinking again as if picking up on his thoughts again. Teasing him again, she was playing her game of reluctance now. Giving him a taste of his own medicine, she was putting the onus of them having sex back on him. 'It's okay if you stroke me and give me a hand job,' he thought and wanted to say but didn't. He wanted this to be her sexual seduction and not his. Yet, obviously, his mother was willing to share the blame, the guilt, and the remorse of their forbidden, sexual relationship. Obviously with her wanting him to make the first move, this was his cue to tell her that it was okay for her to stroke him and/or to suck him if she had a mind to do that. Only, he needed to tell her that before she'd do any of that. "Okay," he said wishing he had the balls to ask her to suck him. Instead of having her masturbate him and have him cum all over her hand, he'd much rather have her suck him and cum in her mouth. "Yes, I'd like for you to stroke me, Mom. I'd like for you to masturbate me, Mom," he said when he really wanted to say, I'd like for you to suck me. Whether by her hand, her mouth, or her pussy, he'd love to cum for his mother. He'd love to see the look on her face when he ejaculated his load of cum for her and because of her. Thinking about putting his hand on her hand to hump her hand, with the help of his mother and with the help of his mother's hand, he could give himself a reluctant hand job. Only with his mother willing and ready to masturbate him, he didn't need to do that. Knowing full well what he was doing, he knew she'd leave her hand there while he was humping her hand. A sexual fantasy come true, if he wanted to she'd give him a motherly hand job. If he wanted to, she'd allow him to cum all over her hand. The best Christmas gift he could ever want, he'd love to cum all over his mother's hand. He'd love to see his mother's hand coated with is cum. An even better Christmas gift than that, he'd love to cum in his mother's mouth. He'd love for his mother to blow him again. He'd love to put a gentle hand behind her brunette, pretty head and hump her mouth while fucking her face. He'd love to feel and fondle her naked breasts and finger her erect nipples while she sucked his prick. He'd love to feel that overwhelming sexual and incestuous release of cumming in his mother's willing mouth. The trifecta of Christmas gifts, he'd love to cum all over his mother's hand, in her mouth, and inside of her pussy. Only, he wouldn't want to get her pregnant. Giving her a child would ruin everything. Nonetheless, being careful not to cum inside of her, he desperately wanted to make love to his mother again. Kissing and kissing her, French kissing her, he wanted to make out with his mother while on top of her and humping her. Then, rolling her over and mounting her, humping her faster, harder, and deeper, he'd love to fuck his mother again. He'd love nothing more than to pound her pussy. He'd love nothing more than to give her an orgasm with his cock. "You have a very big cock Michael, much bigger than your father's cock," she said in a whisper while squeezing his prick and while staring down at his prick. "It's very hard, much harder than your father's cock because of his drinking. He had trouble getting an erection sometimes." He looked down at his cock with her before staring up at her green eyes. "Really? I do? My cock is bigger than Dad's?" She smiled. "Yes. Trust me. You do," she said. "Longer and wider, your prick is much bigger than your father's prick." He returned her smile with his smile. "Thank you, I think," he said with a laugh. "Not an image I'd like to have, I'm a little embarrassed that you're holding my prick while telling me that I have a bigger and harder cock than my father's cock," he said. She looked at him to give him a naughty smile. "And you weren't embarrassed playing with my pubic hair while feeling and fondling my breast, were you and while wishing you were rubbing my clit and fingering my pussy?" She paused while waiting for him to answer and when he didn't, she continued. "Tell me, I want to know." She looked at him looking at her. "No," he said. "Wanting to masturbate you, I, um, was too sexually excited to be embarrassed." He looked at her looking at him. "Tell me. I want to know. Were you embarrassed seeing me in my bra and panty in the motel? Were you embarrassed seeing me topless? Weren't you embarrassed seeing me naked? Were you embarrassed licking me, making love to me, and then fucking me? If you were embarrassed by any and/or all of those things, you didn't show it," she said with a laugh. He looked at her with his mouth open. "Mom." If she wasn't his mother, he'd already be having sex with her. Then, instead of remaining quiet and keeping his thoughts to himself, he said what he was thinking. "If you weren't my mother, I'd be already having sex with you instead of just talking about having sex with you." She gave him a naughty look and a sexy smile. "Okay," she said looking up at him. "I can play that game. Tell me," she said letting go of his prick to lay on her back before leaning up on her elbow. "What if I weren't your mother, what would you do to me right now that we're in bed together?" Again saying what he was thinking, with the both of them so very connected and with the both of them now on the same incestuous page, it was as if she could read his mind. "God, Mom, I'm embarrassed to say," he said. He looked at her with sexual excitement while she looked at him with curiosity. "Jennifer. Call me Jennifer," she said. "Tell me. I'd like to know, she said ever so slowly stroking his cock. "Tell me all that you'd do to me if I wasn't your mother." She returned his embarrassed look with a sexy smile and her naughtiest of looks. "I'd kiss you. I'd really kiss you. I'd French kiss you. I'd make out with you while touching and feeling you everywhere," he said. "I love French kissing you and feeling your tongue in my mouth." She closed her eyes and puckered her lips. "Go ahead and kiss me. French kiss me while touching me and feeling me everywhere. I want to feel your lips on mine and your tongue in my mouth," she said. "I like kissing you too." Michael turned more towards his mother and leaning into her, he kissed her. Touching her breasts while feeling her ass, he stuck his horny hand between his mother's legs to cup her wet pussy. As soon as his lips touched her, returning his kiss with her kiss, she French kissed him. She gave him the deepest, wettest, and most sexually arousing French kiss he had ever had. "Wow," he said dizzy with incestuous delight. She looked at him and smiled. "Then what? Tell me," she said breaking off the kiss to give him a sexy look. "What else would you do to me and my naked body if I wasn't your mother?" He paused to stare down at her tits. With her nipples erect, it was obvious that she was just as sexually aroused as he was. "I'd French kiss you while touching you, feeling you, licking you, and sucking you everywhere before making love to you," he said getting aroused by all of the imagery of having sex with his mother. "Then, after giving you an orgasm with my mouth and fingers, I'd fuck you. I'd pound your pussy until I gave you an orgasm with my cock." He gave her his look of incestuous lust. "Oh, my," she said giving him a sexy look. "With me always feeling so horny and sexually frustrated, I'd quite like for you to give me multiple orgasms," she said with a dirty laugh. She returned his look of incestuous lust with her look of incestuous lust. As if they were both thinking about what he had just said and as if they were both thinking that same thing, they remained quiet. Mother and son were about to have sex again. Only, instead of trying to remain quiet while in a public motel, now they could scream their heads off in orgasmic pleasure and no one would hear them. * * * * * "Even before I married your father, I've never had a cock in my hand, in my mouth, and in my pussy. With you only my second lover, you cock is the biggest and the hardest cock I've ever felt," she said. Michael looked at his mother with more insight to her moral background. "So, you were a virgin?" She nodded her head. "Virgins weren't as uncommon as they are now," she said. He nodded his head in the way that his mother nodded her head. "Today, no one is a virgin," he said with a laugh. She sighed a soulful sigh. "One of the reasons why we parted was because your father wanted me to have sex with other men. He wanted to participate in the swinging lifestyle," she said with sadness. "Now that you've opened my eyes to what I've missed, I wished I had done some of the sexual things he wanted me to do. I wish I would have allowed him to flash my body to his friends and even to participate in the swinging lifestyle with him. I would have liked to know what it was like to have sex with someone else other than him," she said looking at him more embarrassed than sexually excited. She looked at him with shame and embarrassment. "Wow," he said. "I can't imagine you as a swinger Mom." He looked at her with sexual excitement. "He was always trying to flash me to his friends. Lifting my skirt to flash my panties or pulling down my tube top or bikini top to flash them my tits, he was more sexually adventurous than I was. I can't say that I didn't enjoy the flashing but after a while, every weekend was the same and I felt as if he was using my body and abusing me. As if sex was a drug, he wanted me to do more and more sexual things. I finally put a stop to his perversity when I refused to serve his friends drinks while topless and/or naked at a poker party. If ever I did that, next he'd want me to have sex with his friends. Next his drunken friends would be forcing me to my knees to suck them or bending me over the poker table to fuck them." She whispered the limitations of her modest, sexual experiences in his ear while ever so slowly stroking his big prick. "Wow. I had no idea Dad was like that," he said as sexually excited by his mother's words as he was by her hand and naked body. "I had no idea you were so sexually innocent. I never pegged you for being a virgin when you were married." Seemingly taking after his father in his sexual lust for his mother and his sexual appetite to do more with her, he thought again all of the things he'd love to do with his mother. In the way that his father did, he'd love to flash her to other men. In the way that his father wanted her to do, he'd love to watch her having sex with other men. Like father like son, he'd even like for her to participate in the swinging lifestyle with him. How cool would that be to have swinging sex with his mother? "That's why I blame myself. Had I been more willing to do all of the sexual things that he wanted me to do, maybe we still would be together. Maybe we still would be married?" With his mother still holding his cock in her hand as if she was holding her dildo while pressing her big breasts against him, they remained silent while Jennifer cuddled her son. "You shouldn't blame yourself Mom. He was wrong to pressure you to sexually do things that you were uncomfortable doing. Flashing your body is one thing but having sex with his friends and participating in the swinging lifestyle is entirely something else," he said. She gave him a look of curiosity as if she was thinking what he was thinking. "Something I wouldn't do before, I may do now," she said with a pause, "with you." She looked at him looking at her. "I may be open to having some sexy fun with you. Something I've never done, I may be open to going to a nude beach. I may even be open to participating in the swinging lifestyle as long as you were by my side." She stopped stroking and fondling him to ask him her question. "May I see it again?" Wondering if he heard right and hoping he did, he couldn't believe what his mother just asked. "Pardon? See what?" Knowing what she said but needing the time to wrap his brain around showing his mother his stiff prick, he needed to ask her again what she said to make sure that he wasn't mistaken and heard her correctly. "You penis. May I see your cock?" She laughed a nervous laugh. "I'd like to turn on the light to see my son's big prick." Michael couldn't believe his mother wanted to see his prick. A dream come true, he's always wanted to flash his mother his prick in the way that he always flashed her to flash him her panties and bra but. Yet, not wanting to offend her, he never had the nerve to expose his cock to her. Yet, what the Hell, with them already having had sex, he didn't understand his false modesty now. "Sure," he said. "Okay," he said turning to face her. * * * * * Not thinking that she'd turn on the light, as if giving him a medical exam, she turned on the bedside light and he squinted until his eyes adjusted to the light. Then, as if removing the wrapping from an expensive Christmas gift, she removed the blanket and sheet from his cock. Immediately his cock jumped to life as if it was on a spring that had been released with the removal of the bedding. His mother was ogling his cock in the way that he ogled her naked body at the motel. "Wow Michael. You have a beautiful cock," she said staring at his penis in the way that he had always imagined his mother staring at his penis. She sat up in bed and leaned in closer to his engorged prick as if she was about to suck him. "It's so big. Your cock is so much bigger than your father's prick. I can't believe how hard it is," she said taking his erect prick in her hand again. When she moved forward like that and leaned forward like that, her breasts moved forward with her and her nightgown opened even more to expose the side of her right breast. With much of the material of her nightgown caught beneath her, her nightgown acted as if she were wearing a cape that didn't close all the way around her. She repositioned herself in bed for a better look at his cock and when she did her nipple, her areola, and her entire boob fell out of her nightgown and hung there in plain view before his horny eyes. It was so sexually exciting to see his mother's naked breasts while she stared at his naked cock. He couldn't have dreamt a better scenario. "Mom," he said looking from her naked breast to her face before staring at her exposed breast again. She looked down at her breast before looking up at him with an excited smile. Obviously, she knew she was flashing him. Obviously, she was sexually teasing and incestuously enticing him. She gave him a look as if asking him if he liked what he was seeing. "Oh, Michael, it's only my tits. What's the big deal? You've seen them, touched them, felt them, and sucked them before back in the motel room. These are the same breasts that you sucked on when you were a baby," she said lifting her breast in the palm of her hand as if offering her tit up to him. Then, she unbuttoned the top of her nightgown. "Being that you're showing me your cock, would you like to see my tits?" Before he could answer she withdrew her arms from her nightie, removed her nightgown from her naked body, and tossed her negligee to the end of the bed. "I'll show you my tits. How's that? Would you like that? Would you like to see my tits?" He stared at her naked breasts before looking up at her and before returning his focus to her breasts again. "Yes," he said too late, after she had already exposed her naked breasts to him. Before he could even answer her, exposing both of her naked breasts to him, her nightgown was already off of her naked body. He stared at her exposed breasts as if it was the first time seeing his mother's tits. With her face filled with incestuous, sexual excitement, she looked down at herself before looking up at him with pride and with sexual excitement. "So what do you think of your old mother's tits? Judging from your erection, I dare say that you like what you're seeing," she said putting his hand on her breast again while wrapping the fingers of her other hand around his cock again. "Judging from your erection, I dare say that you like what you're feeling. Am I correct?" He stared at his mother's big tits. "Yes," he said looking from her breasts to look at her before staring at her naked breasts again. "You have beautiful breasts mother." She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Jennifer, call me Jennifer. It's weird for you to call me mother when I'm topless and in bed with you with your hand on my tit and my hand around your cock," she said with a laugh. He smiled at his mother as if she was his girlfriend instead of his mother. "I love your big tits Jennifer," he said staring down at her big tits before staring at his cock that she continued holding in her hand. He stared at her naked breasts as if staring at candy through the window of a candy store. "Go ahead. They won't bite. You can feel my breast, just not the nipples," she said. He reached out his horny hands to touch her naked breasts and feel her naked breasts. "Why not the nipples?" He held her breast in the palm of his hand before running a slow palm across her nipple and before taking her nipple in between her fingers and pulling it forward to make it bigger. She looked down to watch his fingers sexually excite her in a way that no son should ever sexually excite his mother. "Oh, Michael. Don't do that. Oh, my God," she said with a quiver while feebly protesting him fingering her big, hard, and erect nipples. "Don't you know anything about women?" She put her hand on his hand to temporarily prevent him from fingering her nipples but released his hand when he moved his hand to her other breast and other nipple. "Why not?" So wanting to kiss her, so wanting to stick his tongue down his mother's throat, he so wanted to mount her and fuck her as her Merry Christmas gift from him to her in the way he fucked her for Halloween. "You'll sexually excite me if you touch my nipples like that. You'll make me all wet," she said breathlessly while parting her legs and taking his hand down to her pussy. "See? I'm already wet, so wet." He didn't know if she was kidding him or if she was serious about him not touching her nipples. He couldn't tell if she was scolding him for fingering her nipples or sexually teasing him so that he'd continue to finger her nipples. He never knew if she was forbidding him from fingering her nipples or enticing him to have his wicked sexual way with not only her tits but also with her nipples too. "Sorry Mother," he said withdrawing his hand from her breast. She removed her hand from his cock to separate the lips of her vagina while staring down at her pussy before staring back up at him. Losing the House but Winning Mom 10 "Now you've done it. Now look what you did," she said showing him a lot of her glistening, pink pussy. "You made me all wet Michael," she said. She moved her finger inside of her and removing it to show him her wet finger. She slowly slid her wet finger across his lips. Then, she took his finger in her hand and stuck his finger inside of her. "Mom," was all he could say staring down at her pussy before staring up at her. With his lips still wet from her vaginal secretions, she kissed him before licking off what she deposited on his lips with her finger. "You're such a naughty boy. I swear, if you continue fingering my nipples and fingering my pussy in the way that you're fingering my nipples and my pussy now, I'll have no control over what I do next." She gave him the naughty look and sexy smile again. "You won't?" He knew she was teasing him now. "And what would you do Mother if I continue fingering your nipples while fingering your pussy? Tell me," he said playing her game while continuing to finger her pussy and play with her nipples. "I want to know. Pulling turning, and twisting her nipples with one hand, he fingered her pussy with his other hand. She stared down at his fingers to watch him finger her nipples before looking up at him. Parting her pussy lips to rub her clit more, he inserted his finger further inside of her and when he did, she gasped. "Oh, God, Michael. I'd suck your cock," she said gasping when he moved his finger deeper inside of her and wiggled his finger as if his finger was a worm burrowing in the ground. "I'd suck your cock until you unloaded your cum in my mouth and then I'd swallow ever drop before licking your big dick clean." Undaunted by her warnings, encouraged by her cautioning instead, with his hands all over his mother's big tits and his fingers all over her nipples, he was masturbating his mother in the way that she had been masturbating him. Wanting to see her looking up at him with her big, green eyes with his hard, hairy prick in her mouth, he wanted his mother to suck his cock. He wanted to cum in his mother's mouth. He wanted to watch his mother swallow his cum before licking him clean. Running the risk of sexually exciting his mother, he continued fingering her nipples while rubbing her clit. He continued fingering her nipples against her warning. Pulling them, turning them, and twisting them, he was having his sexy way with her nipples with one hand while rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy with his other hand. He was having his wicked, sexual way with her naked pussy in the way that she was having her wicked, sexual way with his naked cock. "Stroke me mother," he said. "Stroke my cock before sucking my cock. I need to cum in your mouth," he said whispering in her ear before putting his finger to her full, red lips. She took his finger in her mouth and sucked it as if she was sucking his big prick. "Oh, Michael, I swear to God, if you continue fingering my nipples and rubbing my clit like that, I will suck you. I will. I'll suck your cock," she said looking at him looking at her. "It's been a long time since I've had your cock in my mouth. Seven weeks is too long to go without sucking my son. It's been a long time since you ejaculated your cum in my mouth and down my throat." Playing her game, it was his turn to tease her. "Jennifer?" She looked up at him with her big, green eyes. "What Michael?" He gave her the sexy smile and naughty look that she usually gives him. "If you suck my cock, you'll make me so hard and so sexually excited that I'll want to make love to you," he said. She gasped and her mouth fell open. "You will?" She gave him a sexy smile. "I'd love for you to make love to me." He gave her his best cat that ate the canary smile. "Yes, I will," he said. She returned his smile with her smile. "I dare you to make love to me Michael," she said. "I dare you," she said again. As if accepting her challenge by giving her his challenge, they continued this charade of teasing and enticing. "And I dare you to suck my cock Jennifer," said Michael. "I dare you," he said. "You've been dared. I double dare you. You've been double dared. Go ahead Jennifer. Suck my cock. And I swear, if you suck my cock even for only just a little bit, I'll eat your pussy and give you an orgasm with my mouth and my fingers before giving you the fucking of your life. If you suck my cock, even for a little bit, I'll give you a third orgasm with my cock." She stared down at his cock before staring back up at him. "Oh, Michael, should we be doing this?" As if asking him a rhetorical question, as if she asked him a question that she already knew the answer, she asked him her question as breathlessly and as if talking to herself. "A lonely, vulnerable mother having sex with her handsome, horny son, what has happened to us? Why are we so needy? Why are we so horny? Why are we so sexually frustrated and filled with so much incestuous lust?" He reached out his hand to touch the side of her face. "Yes," he said. "We should. It's Christmas and it's the right thing to do. We both need this Mom. We've been through a lot. You need as much love as I do. You need as much companionship as I do. You need as much sexual comfort as I do," he said hoping he wasn't pushing the limits of their incestuous boundaries. He looked at her waiting for her to give him the go ahead to make love to her before fucking her, really fucking her. Only, she didn't. Instead, she asked him a question. Instead, she asked him what he wanted her to do for him instead of telling him what she'd like him to do for her. "Is that what you want? You want me to suck you? You want me to look up at you with my big, green eyes with your big, hairy cock buried in my mouth while you fondle my breasts, finger my nipples, and rub my clit? Tell me what you want Michael. Is that what you want?" He put a gentle hand behind his mother's head. "Yes," he said. "I'd like you to suck me, Mother." They both remained quiet while Michael waited for his mother to respond in kind. Then, as if making a deal, she looked up at him. "You'll have to make me a promise first though?" He looked at her with curiosity. "What's that?" At that point, he'd promise his mother anything for her to suck him. "You must promise that you won't cum in my mouth. Of course, I want you to cum in my mouth but not now. After you fuck me, I'll suck you and you can cum in my mouth then," she said. "Whatever you do, you mustn't cum in Mommy's pussy either. Okay? I can still get pregnant. You impregnating me with your child would spoil all of our fun," she said as if she had already thought all of this through. "Okay," he said. He couldn't wait for his mother to suck him. He imagined her sucking him every night and every morning. He imagined them having sex all day, every day. "Think of this blowjob as a onetime Christmas gift Michael. Okay? Something that will never, ever happen again. Okay? We mustn't continue to do this. It's wrong. It's forbidden. It's incest," she said. As if a needle jumped across a record and scratched it for it to play the same bar over and again, her words echoed through his head "We mustn't continue to do this. We mustn't continue to do this. We mustn't continue to do this." This time, instead of jumping the gun, she waited for him to answer before lowering her head down into his lap. "Okay," he said watching his mother making herself more comfortable in the bed. Only, somehow he didn't believe her. Somehow he knew that this wouldn't be a onetime thing. If they had sex before and if they had sex again now, they'd have sex again and again later. She turned to face him before leaning further down to stroke him and before taking a lick of his cock. Teasing him with her tongue, she licked his big prick while stroking him and while staring up at him with her big, green eyes. Then, as if she was a prostitute he hired for the night or a whore he picked up at a bar to bring home, she took his cock in her mouth. Jennifer was sucking her son and Michael couldn't believe that after his mother had given him a Halloween night blowjob, his mother was giving him a Christmas blowjob too. 'Happy Holidays,' he thought. 'Merry Christmas to me.' Then, not wanting to break his promise by cumming in her mouth, pulling away from her, he fell between his mother's legs to finger her and eat her pussy. In the way she had been sucking him, he was now licking her. He lashed out his tongue to lick her as if it was the first time licking his mother. More sexually excited to lick her than he had been in licking any other women, he couldn't believe he was eating his mother's cunt again. Licking her and licking her while rubbing her clit and fingering his mother's pussy, he had her squirming around the bed in no time. "Don't stop Michael. Please don't stop. You're going to make Mommy cum," she said so seductively. "Lick me harder Michael. Lick my pussy. Stick your finger inside of me while you're rubbing my clit with your finger and tongue. Oh, yeah, that's it." Licking and licking her, Michael continued licking his mother while fingering fucking his mother with the fingers of one hand while reaching up the fingers of his other hand to finger, turn, and twist her big nipples. "I love licking your pussy, Mom. I love licking your cunt while finger fucking your cunt," he said knowing his mother loved him talking dirty to her. Every time he talked dirty to her, she became more sexually excited. Every time he talked dirty to her, she wiggled and squirmed her shapely ass. "Right there baby. Rub my clit harder. Rub my clit faster," she said with sexual excitement. "Oh, my God, Michael. I'm cumming. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Yes, that's it. Yes. Oh! Oh! Oh!" She collapsed on the bed as if she was dead. "Mom! Are you okay?" She laughed. "Okay? Am I okay? Are you kidding me? I'm better than okay," she said slowly running her hand down the side of his face before leaning up to him to kiss him. Surrendering her tongue to him, mother and son were French kissing. Kissing and kissing, they kissed while Michael felt her tits and fingered her nipples, and while she fondled his cock. "Oh my God, Mom. I never knew it would be like this. This is the best sex I've ever had," he said French kissing his mother again. She pulled him to her to whisper her sexual lust in his ear. "Get on top of me," she said breaking off his kiss to speak. "I want to feel you inside of me. As if it's the first time all over again, make love to me before you fuck me," she said kissing him before she licked his lips and chin. "I love tasting my own pussy juices on you," licking his lips with her tongue. "Just don't cum in me," she said making eye contact with him as if to make sure that he heard her and agreed not to cum inside of her. "Okay?" Michael mounted his mother and she guided his cock inside of her. Kissing her while slowly humping her, he pushed himself deeper inside of his mother. She was so wet that he practically slid inside of her. With Jennifer not having had sex for so long over the years, as if she was a virgin all over again, she was so tight. Kissing and kissing her, he sucked her tits, while she grabbed his ass with both hands and pushed him all the way inside of her. Then, with a slow rhythm, they made love. Kissing and kissing while slowly grinding himself in his mother, they made love as if they were boyfriend and girlfriend or husband and wife instead of mother and son. They made love as if they were long, lost lovers and he was home on leave from the military after a long absence and abstinence. Then, with an even harder rhythm that turned into a hard, fast fucking, Michael was fucking his mother and with her humping him hump for hump, she was fucking him too. "Oh Jennifer. Oh Jennifer. You're so tight. You feel so good. I love sucking your big tits," he said. "Oh, my God, Jennifer, I so love humping your cunt and fucking you." Jennifer returned her son's humps with her humps. "Fuck me Michael. Fuck me. Fuck my brains out of my head. Really fuck me. Pound my pussy. Make me cum. Make me cum Michael only, please don't cum inside of me. Save your precious cum for my mouth. After you fuck me, I'll suck you. After you fuck me, I'll swallow you. Now, fuck your mother Michael. Fuck me. Make me your bitch," she said returning her son's humps. "Make me your incestuous whore. Fuck me, Michael, fuck me." Michael fucked his mother harder. He fucked his mother faster. He fucked his mother in the way he had never fucked any other woman before. "I love you, Mommy," he said. He kissed her passionately and she returned his kiss with her passion. "And I love you, Michael," she said. "Merry Christmas Michael." "Merry Christmas Mom." Michael humped his mother as fast as hard as he could. When he didn't think he could even hump her one more time, she gave him the inspiration that he needed to continue. "Don't stop Michael. Don't stop. I'm going to cum. Fuck me Michael. Fuck me. Fuck Mommy. Make Mommy feel good," she said rolling him over to bounce up and down on his swollen prick while he harnessed her bouncing breasts with his big hands. Even though she had asked him to call her Jennifer, it excited him when she referred to herself as Mommy. Playing her game, he continued the incestuous fantasy that was now their reality. "I love you, Mom. I love you. I can't wait for you to suck my cock. I can't wait to cum in your mouth and to watch you swallow." "Oh Michael. You're going to make me cum," she said wrapping her arms around his neck tighter. Then, trying to get him deeper inside of her, she wrapped her legs around his back. "I'm cumming again Michael. Don't stop. Please don't stop. I'm cumming." Jennifer had a second orgasm but Michael refrained from cumming in his mother's pussy. Wanting to hold back, thinking about baseball instead of thinking about fucking his mother, he'd rather fill his mother's mouth with his cum. He'd rather fill her beautiful mouth with his big prick. He'd rather watch her blow him. He'd rather cum in her mouth while staring down at her staring up at him with his cock in his mouth. He'd rather watch her swallow his cum. With the both of them resting for a minute, she was ready to suck him. She slid halfway down the bed to take her son in her mouth. Stroking him while sucking him, it didn't take him long to explode a big load of cum in Jennifer's mouth. "Oh, Mom," he said putting a gentle hand to the back of her head. He humped her mouth while fucking her face. "I'm going to cum. Mom, I'm going to cum. Suck it, Mom. Suck my prick. Blow me. Just don't stop. Don't stop. I'm almost there," he said exploding a huge load of cum in his mother's mouth. "Yum," she said. "That was delicious," she said. "I love the taste of your cum." Sucking out every drop of cum that he had, she continued sucking him before licking him clean. Without doubt, this was the best Christmas they both ever had. Now that they've sexually experienced one another, as if they were man and wife, they continued their sexual relationship by sleeping together and having sex as if they were boyfriend and girlfriend, husband and wife, and/or lovers, which they were. After his mother filled his head with the images of her flashing men, walking on a nude beach naked, having sex in public, her having sex with other men, and participating in the swinging lifestyle, he couldn't wait to experience all of those things. With her his sexual star, maybe it was all just talk, pillow talk, in the heat of sexual passion. He didn't know but he planned on finding out how sexually adventurous his mother could be. With him taking up where his father left off, perhaps he could persuade his mother to do some flashing. Maybe she'd allow him to take her to a nude beach where they could have sex on the beach and in public. Maybe she'd serve his friends drinks topless and/or naked while playing poker. Maybe she'd have sex with other men and allow him to watch her. Maybe he'd have sex with other woman while she watched him. Maybe they could have a threesome with another or woman or even a foursome with another couple. Who knows? Perhaps he could persuade his mother to participate in the swinging lifestyle where his father couldn't. To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Losing the House but Winning Mom 11 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * Jennifer agrees to flash her body to unsuspecting men at the mall. After his mother filled his head with the images of her flashing men her panties, her cleavage, and her bra the night before, Michael lay in bed dreaming of Jennifer flashing men her beautiful body. He wondered how she'd flash men and where she'd go to flash men. His next logical progression of thinking about her flashing men, he wondered how and where she'd flash men her panties, her cleavage, and her bra. He imagined his mother being topless and flashing unsuspecting men her tits. Yet how and where would she flash men her tits? He imagined his mother being naked and flashing unsuspecting men her naked body. Yet how and where would she flash men her naked body? The park is a good place for her to flash men her panties. Would she flash unsuspecting men her panties while sitting in the park on the grass and wearing a short skirt with her legs bent upwards and her panties exposed to any man who walked by her? Or while on her lunch hour from work, perhaps she'd flash men her panties by laying on a beach towel and when stretching her arms up to yawn. He imagined her short skirt moving up high enough to expose her panty clad pussy. Acting as if she didn't know she was as exposed, he'd love to sit on a distant park bench while watching all the men walking by her and seeing his mother deliberately exposing her panties to them. 'Wow, how hot would take be to watch his mother flashing her panties to men in the park,' he thought. Maybe some men would stand there and stare while other men would sit on the park benches across from her to leer at her exposed underwear. Maybe some men would take her exposing her panty clad pussy to them as their invitation to expose their naked cocks to her. Maybe some men would take a candid photo or a video of her exposed panties to post on an online porn site. Maybe some men would engage her in conversation with the hope that they could touch and feel her panty clad pussy instead of just seeing her panty clad pussy. He'd like to watch men hitting on his mother with her panties so exposed while knowing that she was going home with her son and not with them. Another good place to flash men her panties, perhaps with her knees open enough for them to see her panty clad pussy, maybe she'd flash her panties to those men sitting across from with her on the subway. Michael imagined his mother reading a book and acting oblivious to the stares and leers of those men sitting across from her while staring between her open legs. Michael imagined selfish men not giving up their seat to women, even to a pregnant woman, so that they could continue ogling his mother's panties. All it would take for his mother to make men horny and to drive men mad is exposing her panties to unsuspecting men. He imagined men masturbating over his mother's panties when they returned home that night. He imagined several men videoing his mother's wardrobe faux pas with their cell phones. He wondered if any of the men would post their video online to some exhibitionism and voyeurism porn site. How hot would that be to see his morally, modest mother's panties filling the screen on a porn site? How hot would that be for his friends to call him to tell him that they just watched a video that some perverted guy took of his mother's panty clad pussy? How hot would that be to masturbate himself while watching exhibitionistic videos of his mother posted on porn sites? 'Wow,' he thought to himself. 'He'd like to see that video himself.' Perhaps wearing a flared skirt on a windy day, maybe that's how she'd flash men her panties? With the hem of her short skirt escaping her too slow hands for her to grab and hold in place, he imagined her skirt continuing to blow up and collect around her back. He imagined his mother's panty clad ass on full display to every man walking behind her. Even if it wasn't windy, he imagined his mother in the way that he remembered Marilyn Monroe in Seven Year Itch. With his mother standing on a subway vent grate, he imagined her fumbling through her pocketbook for something as a mass transit train passed below fast enough to blow her skirt up to her chest. 'Wow, how hot would that be to watch his mother doing a remake of Marilyn Monroe's famous up skirt scene,' he thought while imagining the scenario really happening to his mother. Or maybe after using the ladies restroom, she'd inadvertently tuck the hem of her short skirt inside of the top of her bikini panty. Pretending not to notice the skirt was tucked in her underwear, oblivious to the draft, he imagined his mother walking down the street with her panties exposed. Without doubt, men would look and stare at his mother's panty clad ass but he wondered, how many women would tell her that she's so exposed? 'Wow, how hot would that be to see a line of men following his mother with her flared skirt blowing in the wind or her short skirt tucked in her totally exposed panty? How hot would that be for other men to see his mother's panties while he followed and watched? How hot would that be to watch his mother exposing panties to men?' * * * * * Perhaps, with her wearing a low cut blouse on the bus, maybe that's how she'd flash those men standing over her holding onto the rail her cleavage and her sexy, low cut bra? He imagined the perfect down-blouse scenario for men to ogle his mother's big tits. With them innocently and innocuously standing over his mother while pretending to read their folded newspapers, just as no one would suspect his mother was deliberately flashing them, no one would suspect that they were even looking down his mother's blouse. He wondered if she'd wear a bra low cut enough and one that opens enough when she leans forward to expose her areolas and nipples to the men too. 'Wow, how hot would that be for men to not only see his mother's cleavage and bra but also for them to ogle her areolas and nipples, too,' thought Michael to himself while imagining his mother exposing herself to them. In the way that he imagined men staring up her short skirt at her panty clad ass and her cotton covered pussy, he imagined men staring down her low cut top at her cleavage, her bra, her areolas, and her nipples. On the pretense of checking their e-mails or texting someone, he wondered how many men would dare video his mother's exposed cleavage, her exposed bra, her exposed areolas, and her exposed nipples. He wondered if any men would post that video online to some exhibitionism and voyeurism porn site of his mother innocently and obliviously, albeit deliberately, flashing her big tits to unsuspecting men. 'Wow,' he thought to himself. Just as he could only imagine his mother flashing men her panties, he could only imagine his mother allowing men to have down-blouse views of her big, shapely boobs. He could only imagine men videoing his mother's breasts and posting the video online. How hot would that be to watch a video of his mother's tits on some porn site? How hot would that be for his friends to call him to tell him that they just watched a video that some perverted guy took of his mother's tits? How hot would that be for his friends to not only see videos of his mother's exposed panties but also videos of her exposed breasts too? How hot would it be to know that his friends were masturbating over his mother in the way he had been masturbating over his mother for years? How hot would that be for him to know that his friends want to have sex with his MILF of a mother as much as he does? Hoping she'd take him with her whenever and whenever she flashed, if only as her protector and personal bodyguard, he'd love to watch his mother flashing unsuspecting men her sexy underwear. Whether flashing her panties and/or flashing her bra, he'd love to watch his mother exposing her sexy underwear to unsuspecting men. He'd love to see the looks on the men's faces when seeing his mother's panty clad pussy, her cleavage, her bra, and maybe even her areolas and nipples. He'd love to know that other man want her as much as he does. He couldn't wait for her to flash and to watch her flashing men, lots and lots of men. He couldn't wait to use her as his foil to advance the sexual, albeit incestuous attraction that he has always had for his mother. * * * * * He tried thinking of all the places where she could flash her sexy body. Maybe instead of flashing at the park, on the train, or on the bus, she'd be more comfortable flashing men at the mall. Yeah, the mall. Of course, the mall. The perfect place to flash, the mall is a great place to deliberately flash unsuspecting men. With bored men always out and about and wandering the mall without their wives and girlfriends while they're wives and girlfriends endlessly shopped, she'd have a captive audience of bored, voyeur men. With men watching women continuously walk by them, where else would she find such a horny audience? Perhaps, needing to raise her shapely legs higher and open her knees wider, she'd flash her panties to a young, good looking, shoe store salesman while trying on boots a size too small. Struggling to fit her too big foot in the too small boot, requiring her to raise her leg higher and open her knees wider, how hot would that be to watch his MILF of a mother exposing her panties to a shoe store salesman? Lost staring at his mother's panty clad pussy, he'd love to watch some poor, young man getting an erection over his mother flashing him her white, sheer, bikini panties. Even though he had already seen his mother's panties and even her pussy, she'd make him wish that he was the shoe store salesman. She'd make him wish that he was the one being so flashed her sexy underwear. 'Oh, yeah, I'd love to see my mother doing that, sexually teasing men and erotically enticing men by flashing them her panty while trying on boots.' Michael would love to watch his mother, Jennifer, flash her sheer, white, bikini panties to some poor, young man who had no idea that she was deliberately flashing him. Thinking that it was his lucky day, he'd think that he was there at the right time and the right place. Pretending that she didn't realize that she was giving the salesman a panty clad pussy show, he'd love to see the salesman staring at what he could see through her panties of her dark brown pubic hair and pussy slit. 'Wow!' Maybe she'd flash men her cleavage and bra while leaning over a counter to look at merchandise or when sitting on a bench at the lower level of the mall with men looking down at her from the upper level of the mall. Mesmerizing and hypnotizing men wanting to see her big breasts, his mother has great cleavage. She has that deep line of cleavage that men get lost in while imagining fucking her tits and cleavage with their cocks. If they think her cleavage is great, they should see the rest of her naked tits. Unlike other woman who have ill formed and/or mis-shaped breasts, not only does his mother have big breasts but she has shapely breasts too. Sometimes, when she wears a loose enough bra and a low enough cut top, when she leans forward, she exposes so much of her breasts. Sometimes, when she wears a loose enough bra and a low enough cut top, when she leans forward, she exposes not just her cleavage and the tops of her meaty breasts but also her areolas and nipples too. Sometimes, when she wears a loose enough bra and a low enough cut top, when she leans forward, it's as if she's sitting there topless. Her loose bikini bras are like that too. Seemingly, they sometimes expose more of her breasts than they cover. Whenever she leans forward while wearing her loose bikini bra, anyone at the pool party was rewarded with a down bikini bra view of his mother's cleavage but also her areolas and nipples. When they still owned their house and had pool parties, he had watched more than one of their male friends and neighbors staring down his mother's bikini top at how much she was showing of her big tits. He'd love to know that some man was not only enjoying the sight of her sexy cleavage and low cut bra but also her areolas and nipples too. * * * * * Picking the perfect opportunity with her higher up and with men behind her lower down, maybe when wearing a short skirt, she'd flash men her panties while going up the escalator. As if she was Spanky of the Little Rascals' stage mother exposed to the entire audience, when the stage hand lifted the curtain along with her skirt to flash her panties, how hot would that be to watch his mother's underwear being exposed to the entire mall? While standing at the bottom of the escalator and looking up, he'd love to watch the exhibitionism and voyeurism show of his mother's shapely, panty clad ass that his mother would give the men standing behind her. He'd love to watch his mother give unsuspecting men a good look of her ass cheeks, her sexy underwear, and an in-between-her-legs view of her panty clad pussy. At just the right moment, giving them an even better look on the pretense of fixing her shoe, he'd love to watch his mother bending forward at the waist while climbing the escalator higher. As exciting as it was seeing his mother expose herself, it would be equally as exciting to see the looks on the faces of the admiring men staring, leering, and ogling his mother's panties that encased her sexy and shapely ass. Thinking that they were all at the right place at the right time, the lucky voyeuristic men would never suspect that her flashing was deliberate. 'Wow,' he thought to himself while imagining his mother flashing her panties at the shoe store to the shoe store salesman and on the escalator to those men standing behind her. 'Holy smokes,' he thought while imagining his mother flashing her bra and cleavage at the counter or while seated on a bench at the lower level of the mall. With her flashing men not only her cleavage and bra, he became even more sexually excited while thinking of his mother flashing unsuspecting men her areolas and nipples too. Maybe while sitting at the food court with her knees parted, she'd flash her panties to those men sitting across from her. Then while leaning forward to eat her sandwich, he imagined her flashing men her tits too. He imagined men sitting across from her in the food court jockeying for position for the best seat to stare between his mother's legs and down her blouse. Acting oblivious to the men watching her, he imagined her pretending her legs weren't as open as they were. Acting oblivious to their stares and leers, he imagined her pretending that she wasn't as exposed to the prying eyes of the horny men as she obviously was when leaning forward in her low but blouse and bra. Opening her legs wider, while stealthily moving her skirt higher to brush off crumbs that collected on her skirt from her sandwich, he imagined his mother giving men all that they hoped to see of her between her legs. Then, pulling down her low cut top on the pretense of picking out crumbs that she dropped in her bra, he imagined his mother showing even more of her big breasts, even her areolas and nipples. In addition to her flashing her panties at a shoe store, on the escalator, and at the food court, maybe she'd take her exhibitionism and her flashing a step further. In addition to her flashing her bra, her cleavage, her areolas, and her nipples, maybe she'd find a store that still had curtains on the dressing rooms. With all of the dressing rooms having privacy doors now, there weren't very many dressing rooms with curtains left. Leaving the curtain open just enough for men to peep, he imagined his mother flashing unsuspecting men her underwear clad, topless, and/or naked body while she was trying on clothes. He imagined his mother trying on an endless array of blouses, skirts, pants, bras, and bikinis while acting obliviously to the men watching her and peeping on her. He imagined her not only showing men what she looked like in her sexy underwear but also what she looked like topless and/or naked. 'Oh, my God, how hot would that be for her to flash her underwear clad, topless, and/or naked body behind a partially opened, dressing room curtain,' he thought. He couldn't wait for his mother to act like the prey when she was the predator. He couldn't wait to watch his mother play the innocent virgin when she was his incestuous whore. He couldn't wait to watch his mother sexually tease men. He couldn't wait to watch his mother erotically entice men. He couldn't wait to watch his mother making men horny and giving them erections in the way that he imagined her being wet from flashing her semi-naked and naked body to men. He was getting sexually excited over the prospect of his mother flashing her sexy, shapely body to men at the mall. Maybe even taking her flashing to the next level, while acting preoccupied and pretending to be talking and/or texting on her cell phone, he could persuade his mother to absentmindedly, albeit deliberately, walk in the men's room. With the men's room at the mall not having a door but a little sign, you must walk around a wall to enter the men's room. Maybe she'd be interested enough to walk in a men's room to ogle some exposed cocks in the way that men ogle her. It would be fun seeing the shocked look on the men's faces when seeing his mother standing there and staring at their exposed pricks. It would be fun for her to act so embarrassed while staring at men exposing themselves at the urinal or, when seeing her standing there, turning to her to purposely expose their pricks to her. With him hidden in one of the bathroom stalls while masturbating himself and watching his mother, it would be interesting as much as it would be sexually exciting to hear men talking about his mother after she left. He could only imagine what they'd say. "Do you believe that stupid woman, so preoccupied with her cell phone that she walked right in the men's room? Well, it serves her right that I flashed her my cock," said the man as he was finishing peeing as his mother entered the men's room. Michael imagining the man at the urinal turning to expose his prick to his mother. "It serves her right to see my naked prick." How hot would that be if she did flash unsuspecting men her underwear? With them working as a team, it would be so hot to watch her flashing bits and pieces of herself while he helped and enabled her to flash. While they were in bed before sex, during having sex, or after they had sex, it would be so hot to talk about how, when, and to whom she flashed her underwear clad, topless, and/or naked body to that day. How hot would that be to have erotic pillow talk with his mother about her sexual experiences of exhibitionism with her flashing unsuspecting men that she had flashed that day? It would be so hot to have erotic pillow talk with his mother about his sexual experiences of voyeurism while watching her flashing unsuspecting men. Only, knowing his morally, modest mother, it was one thing for her to have incestuous sex with him but it was quite another thing for her to flash strange men her underwear in the park, on the transit, or at the mall. He hoped that her pillow talk of flashing her beautiful body was more than just pillow talk. He hoped she'd go through with exposing herself to men, lots of men. With this a start of a new sexual life between them, he wondered if she'd really go through with sexually teasing and erotically enticing men by flashing them. * * * * * When not flashing men her panties, her cleavage, her bra, her areolas, and her nipples, he'd love to take her to a nude beach. Oh, yeah, he'd love to have his mother walk around naked in public. He imagined them stripping off their clothes in the car and leaving their possessions safely behind and locked in the car. With no one knowing or suspecting that they were mother and son, he imagined himself walking naked with his naked mother on a nude beach. With just an occasional man or two walking by, he imagined finding a private spot for them to have sex in public. He imagined making love to his naked mother in the hot sand with the ocean breeze cooling their hot bodies. Losing the House but Winning Mom 11 He imagined a several men stopping to watch them having sex. He imagined a couple of men masturbating themselves to him having sex with his mother. He imagined frolicking with his naked mother in the salt water waves and walking the beach naked to pick seashells. Then, he imagined walking through the most crowded section of the beach with dozens, maybe even hundreds, of men ogling his mother's beautiful, naked body. 'Wow! How hot would that be to be with his mother on a nude beach? How hot would that be for so many men to see his mother naked? How hot would that be to have sex on the beach?' Maybe this coming summer, she'd allow him to take her to a nude beach where they could have sex on the beach and in public. He'd love to see how other men perceive his mother stripping off her clothes to relax on the beach naked. He'd love to see how other men look at his mother when seeing her beautiful, naked body. He'd love to see other men standing there and staring at them while they had sex while wishing it was them having sex with his mother. With him watching from his perch on his blanket, staring at her shapely, naked ass, he'd love to watch his mother walk down to the water naked. Then, when walking back to him, he'd love to stare at her naked tits and trimmed, dark brown pussy. He'd enjoy seeing all the men staring at her and even hitting on her. He'd like to see other men making fools of themselves hitting on her when he knew she'd be going home and having sex with him. Nonetheless her shooting down every man, with her being so beautiful and so sexy, he'd love for his mother to finally get the sexual attention from other men that she so deserved and that had been missing in her life. Maybe being naked on a nude beach is something that will happen later and something that they'd progress to doing eventually over time. With them no longer playing games and now sexually intimate and incestuously together, they had plenty of time to experience a whole, new life naked as man and woman instead of as mother and son. They didn't have to do all of the flashing all at once. They didn't have to make their flashing appear obvious. It would be more fun to make their flashing appear accidental and not deliberate. It would be more fun for men to think that they were there at the right time and the right place. * * * * * No pressure. Instead of flashing herself on a nude beach or at a crowded mall, maybe she'd be more comfortable flashing her body to a smaller group of men while in an informal setting. Something his father always wanted her to do, maybe instead of going to a nude beach or to the mall to flash, maybe she'd agree to serve his friends drinks topless and/or naked while they played poker. Before flashing them while serving his friends drinks, maybe she'd even agree to play strip poker with him and with his friends. 'Holy shit. Wow,' he thought. 'I'd love for my Mom to serve my friends drinks while topless and/or naked. I'd love for my friends to see my mother's naked tits, her naked ass, and her naked pussy. I'd love for my friends to cop a feel of my mother's naked ass,' he thought. While imagining his mother serving his friends drinks topless and/or naked, he continued imagining even more. 'I'd love for my friends to cop a cheap feel of my mother's naked breasts while fingering her nipples. I wonder if she'd allow any of my friends to finger her pussy too while sucking on her tits,' he thought to himself. 'I wonder if my mother would have sex with my friends. I'd love to watch her sucking my friends' cocks. I'd love to watch my friends fucking my mother,' he thought. He continued thinking to himself about his mother exposing herself to his friends. 'I'd love for my friends to play strip poker with my Mom. I'd love for my friends to watch my mother strip off her blouse, her short skirt, her bra, and then her panty. I'd love for my mother to watch my friends exposing their cocks to her when losing at poker,' he thought. 'I'd love for my Mom to have sex with my friends. How hot would that be to watch my Mom suck and fuck my friends?' Only, all of his friends are out in California. He didn't have any friends out here, yet. Maybe after the New Year, once he gets a job, he'll make friends. Maybe once the weather is better, in the spring and the summer, they'll go for walks and bike rides. Instead of hiding in their homes bracing against the cold winds of winter, they'll meet their neighbors. Maybe they have neighbors who are as sexually promiscuous as they are. Yet, their dirty, little secret, no one here in Massachusetts needs to know that they're mother and son having incestuous sex instead of them being boyfriend and girlfriend or husband and wife. No one needs to know of their incestuous relationship. As far as they're concerned, they're just a man and woman in love. If they dared to have sex with others, as far as their lovers knew, they were swingers and not mother and son. It's no one's business what they do behind closed, bedroom doors. Maybe their answer to explore more things sexually is for them to join the swinging lifestyle. * * * * * Albeit a bit harder core, another thing that his father wanted to do with his mother but she refused to do, was to participate in the swinging lifestyle. He wanted her to have sex with other men and even other women while he watched. Michael imagined being a swinger in the swinging lifestyle with his mother. With her not wanting to participate in the swinging lifestyle with her husband before, and with them sharing a whole new sexual life now, maybe she'd want to participate in the swinging lifestyle with her son now. 'Wow,' he thought to himself. 'He'd love to have swinging sex with his mother. How hot would that be to watch his mother having sex with a swinging man? How hot would that be to watch his mother having sex with a swinging woman?' He'd love to see his mother dressed in sexy clothes while readying herself to have swinging sex with other swinging men. Maybe she'd even have lesbian sex with a swinging woman while he watched. Maybe while having sex with other men, she'd allow him to watch her. Maybe he'd have sex with other woman while she watched him. Maybe they could have a threesome with another woman or man, or even a foursome with another couple. Who knows? Perhaps he could persuade his mother to participate in the swinging lifestyle where his father couldn't. He imagined her having sex with other men while attending swinging house parties and participating in the swinging lifestyle. He imagined leaving the party to go to their house or for them to come to their house and have threesome sex with another woman or another man. He imagined them having foursome sex with another couple. He imagined watching his mother sucking and fucking another man while another woman sucked and fucked him. Then, later that night, when alone and while in bed naked together, they could talk about all of the sexy, forbidden, sexual things they did with strangers at the swingers' party. Yet, if only their new swinging friends knew they were mother and son instead of husband and wife or boyfriend and girlfriend, he wondered how that would play. If only their new swinging friends knew they were mother and son instead of husband and wife or boyfriend and girlfriend, he wondered what they'd say. Would they act any differently towards them or would they act the same. Maybe they'd think that he had a screw loose to have sex with his mother and she wasn't right in the head to have sex with her son. He wondered if they'd be more sexually aroused knowing that they were having sex with mother and son or would they be turned off knowing that they were having sex with mother and son. If only she'd have sex with others while he watched, he'd have sex with others while she watched. Hoping that she'd agree have some sexy, sexual, swinging fun with others, he couldn't wait to experience all of those sexy, sexual, swinging memories with her. Hoping she was, maybe she was serious in her pillow talk and would do all of those things and more with him. Wouldn't that be special? Wouldn't that be so hot? He didn't know if she would participate in the swinging lifestyle or not but he planned on finding out how sexually adventurous his mother could be, if at all. After all, if she was willing to have sex with him, why wouldn't she be willing to have sex with others too? With his mother his sexy, sexual, swinging star, he wondered if she was serious about doing all of that flashing and all of those sexy, sexual, swinging things. Maybe his mother, his not so sexy, sexual, swinging star, wasn't serious about doing any flashing or any swinging. Maybe it was all just talk, pillow talk, in the heat of sexual passion. Maybe she was just teasing him and enticing him to get him sexually excited. Only, she didn't have to tease him and/or entice him to get him sexually excited. He just needed to be near his mother, hold his mother, kiss his mother, and feel his mother through her clothes to be sexually excited enough to want to strip her naked and have sex with her. Maybe what she'd never do with his father, she'd do with him. He didn't know. Maybe it was all just talk and she wouldn't do any of those things. He didn't know. First things first, with him taking up where his father left off, perhaps he could persuade his mother to do some flashing, nothing more than flashing her panties in up-skirts and her bra and cleavage in down-blouses. Working up to her getting topless and even naked while trying on clothes in a curtained dressing room, maybe they could have some sexy fun that would further heighten their lovemaking later than night. Maybe she'd talk dirty to him during their pillow talk after all the flashing she'd do. Maybe pillow talk is as far as she'd go without doing any flashing. He didn't know but he needed to know how far she'd go. He not only needed to know if she'd flash her body to unsuspecting men but also he needed to know if she'd attend a nude beach with him and maybe even participate in the swinging lifestyle. * * * * * After a long night of passionate sex and falling asleep with her son in her bed, with him still sleeping, Jennifer was up early the next morning. She moved his sleeping body to ease herself out without waking him. She needed to use the restroom and put on some coffee before making breakfast and taking a shower. When she returned to the bedroom and saw her son sleeping naked, she stared at his exposed cock before waking him from his sleep. "Get dressed," she said to Michael while shaking him to rouse him from his sleep. He turned and looked up to look at her, rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and yawned. "Why? Where are we going?" Up having sex until nearly 2 in the morning, they hadn't slept more than six hours. Michael thought they'd be having sex again this morning. Only, with his mother already up, making coffee, breakfast, and ready to shower and get dressed after breakfast, she was ready to start the day. He hadn't seen her this excited since she wanted to go to Angelo Mozilo's house to confront him face-to-face. He hadn't seen her this excited since they were shopping for their new house, for their furnishings, for their new appliances, and for their new clothes. "We're going to the mall and you're going to help me do some flashing," she said with a sexy smile and a little giggle while eating her breakfast and drinking her coffee. "We're going to be a sexy, mother and son flashing team," she said hugging him and giving him a kiss. "You're going to help me expose my underwear clad, topless, and naked body to unsuspecting men at the mall," she said with a dirty laugh. Flashing? They're going flashing? He couldn't believe his mother wants to flash her body at the mall. Thinking that he'd have to twist her arm, coerce her, beg her, and convince her in the way his father could never do, he couldn't believe it was her idea to do some flashing at the mall. 'Oh, my God,' he thought to himself, suddenly invigorated from his six hour sleep. 'This is so unbelievable.' As if she was his sexy, slutty girlfriend instead of his morally, modest mother, Michael looked at his mother with as much sexual excitement as the first time he saw her naked. He wondered what she'd wear to flash men. No doubt, she'd wear a short skirt and a low cut top. He wondered if she'd allow him to help her pick out her clothes and help her get dressed. Clothes that he'd love to see her wear, he'd love to pick out her sexy flashing clothes. "May I pick out your clothes and help you get dressed Mother?" When she gave him a sour look, he figured she didn't want him picking out her clothes and helping her to dress. Only, he was mistaken in his assumption. "Jennifer. From now on, call me Jennifer." She gave him a naughty look and a sexy smile. "After I've had your cock in my hand, in my mouth, and in my pussy, from now on you must always call me Jennifer and never call me Mom, Mother, or Mommy unless we're alone and in bed together while having sex. Then, you can call me Mom, Mother, and Mommy as much as you want, especially when I'm sucking and/or fucking your cock," she said giving him another dirty laugh before giving him a wet kiss. "Okay?" Wishing he was back in bed naked with his naked mother, she suddenly gave him an image of his cock in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy. "Okay, Jennifer," he said returning her kiss. She took him by his hand and led him in the bedroom. Then, letting go of his hand to open her closet, with the tags still on them, she pulled out some of her new outfits that she hadn't even worn yet. "And of course you may help me pick out my clothes to wear flashing," she said with a sexy giggle. "With you a voyeuristic man and me and exhibitionistic woman, I value your opinion." Immediately, Michael picked up her shortest skirt. "What about this one, Jennifer?" She gave him a sexy smile. "I don't know what I was thinking when I bought a skirt as short as this, maybe I was thinking of flashing my panties to whomever was sitting across from me," she said with a laugh. "Even though it's a good panty flashing skirt when sitting, it's not a good flashing skirt when bending forward. This skirt is better," she said pulling out a red, flared skirt from the closet. She handed him the skirt. "Why is this a better skirt for flashing?" She twirled the lightweight skirt around as if she was wearing it and the skirt danced in the air as if wind was blowing it up higher. "It's shorter, it's flared, and it's lightweight. Even just a gentle breeze will lift this skirt high enough for me to flash my panties. Then, when I bend forward, it raises up, way up, instead of staying in place as a tight skirt would. When I bend at the waist, it gives anyone standing behind me an in-between-my-legs look of my panties," she said with a dirty laugh. She looked at him as if she was already flashing unsuspecting men her panties. "Wow," he said feeling the lightweight material of his mother's red, flared skirt. He looked at her as if she was already flashing unsuspecting men her panties. "It's a great skirt for standing outside the mall on a windy day and when bending at the waist while riding up the escalator," she said giving him a sexy look as if she had just read his dirty mind. He looked at his mother with as much sexual excitement as she was looking at him. "Wow, Mom. A fashion diva, you're an expert at flashing," said Michael proud that his mother was as much of an exhibitionist as he was a voyeur. He pawed over her blouses to find one that was shockingly low cut. "How about this blouse with that skirt," he said. She took the blouse from him to hold it up to her. As if she was wearing the blouse, holding the blouse up to her body by the shoulders, she leaned forward. "Actually, that's the perfect blouse for flashing my big boobs. Do you see how it's not only low cut but also how it blouses open in the front when I lean forward. When I lean forward with this blouse, it leans forward with me to give whoever is looking the down-blouse they're no doubt hoping to see," she said. "When I lean forward while wearing this blouse, the man in front of me can clearly see all the way down to my bellybutton," she said with a dirty laugh. When his mother placed the blouse on the bed, he stared at all that he could see of her naked body through her flimsy nightgown. "What about underwear, panties and bra?" She gave him a sexy smile and a naughty look. "I bet you can't wait to go through my underwear drawer," she said. He wrapped his arm around her, pulled her to him, and kissed her. "I'd rather go through your underwear while you're wearing it, than looking through your underwear drawer," he said. Groping his mother as if she was a whore that he picked up at a bar last night, he grabbed a whole handful of his mother's breast through her sexy nightgown with one hand and a whole handful of his mother's pussy with his other hand. She gave him a sexy smile and he returned her sexy smile with a big, wet kiss. "Bikini panties and low cut bras are all the sexy lingerie I own," she said with another dirty laugh. Michael opened her lingerie drawer. He pulled out a few panties before pulling out a few bras. "I'd prefer you wore panties and a bra than not wearing any underwear. Panties and bras are sexy when flashing. Naked Pussies and braless tits are slutty when flashing. Flashing sexy underwear is much sexier," he said. "I like the sheer bras, the ones that you can see your nipples and areolas just as I like the sheer panties that the man you're flashing can see your trimmed patch of pubic hair and pussy slit," said Michael. She gave her son a sexy smile. "I agree with you. I never leave the house without wearing panties and a bra," she said. "And I like wearing sheer panties that show my patch of dark brown pubic hair and a sheer bra that shows my areolas and nipples. Michael rifled through her lingerie drawer. "How about these," she said digging through her drawer to pull out a see-through panty and bra matching set. Michael took the panties from her hand and stuck his hand in her panties to see how well he could see his fingers through the material. If she wore these panties, it would show enough of her pussy to make her appear that she wasn't wearing panties. If she wore this bra, when she leaned forward wearing this blouse, men would not only see her cleavage and bra but also her areolas and nipples. "Perfect," she said. "That's the perfect bra for flashing my tits, my areolas, and my nipples too. It's a little loose on me and when I lean forward, the bra leans forward with me enough to flash whoever is standing in front of me not just my cleavage but also my areolas and nipples too," she said. To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Losing the House but Winning Mom 12 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Eighteen-year-old Jennifer discovers that she's an exhibitionist. Eighteen-year-old Jennifer discovered that she's an exhibitionist. She discovered that she enjoyed flashing men her sexy, low cut bra and long line of cleavage in down blouse views and her white, sheer, bikini panties in up skirt peeks. She discovered the power that she held over men just by flashing them her underwear. She discovered that most men would do almost anything for a view down her open blouse and/or a peek beneath her short skirt. * * * * * Washed, dressed, and eager to go, Jennifer allowed Michael to drive her new car to the mall so that she could sit in the passenger seat and flash truckers her naked breasts and panties on the highway along the way. Jennifer enlisted him to work as a voyeur and exhibitionism team. Something he only imagined his mother doing in his salacious dreams and sexual fantasies, he never thought he'd be helping his mother flash herself to unsuspecting men. After keeping her exhibitionism in the closet for nearly 25 years, she was about to reveal herself as an exhibitionist to her son. Unlike the negative reaction she would have received from her ex-husband, had she confessed her sexy secret to him, she knew her son would embrace her exhibitionism. She knew her son wouldn't think of her as a whore just because she enjoyed flashing her semi-naked and naked body. If she had told her ex-husband that she was an exhibitionist, she would have used that information against her and to his own benefit by flashing her to his friends. If it wasn't enough that he saw his mother naked and if it wasn't enough that he had sex with his mother's naked body, now he was about to be privy to other men seeing his mother in all manner of undress. Only, he thought that she'd be doing all of her flashing at the mall. He didn't know that it was her plan to flash truckers her tits and her panties while he drove her new car. He had no idea that his mother had flashed herself many times before. They could have taken Michael's new pickup truck but with Jennifer's car much lower, the truckers would have a better view with seeing her seated in the passenger seat of her car than in the pickup truck. The best angle for the truckers to see her was with her sitting in the driver's seat but, because of the roofline of the car, she couldn't see the reaction of the truckers unless she took her eyes off the road and leaned towards them. Her first time enlisting an accomplice to help her flash and her first time being driven while flashing, now she could more concentrate on flashing her tits and panties instead of having to pay attention to the road. Better with her not driving, now she could have some sexy fun with the truckers by fondling her tits and fingering her nipples while they watched. Jennifer looked over at her son while hiking up her short skirt to expose her panty clad pussy to her son and to anyone else she hoped could see through her passenger side window and between her legs. Then, as if seeing her tits for the first time, Michael watched his mother lower her already low cut top, reach her hand inside, and fish out her big breasts. As if her tits were being lifted and served up to whomever could see them, her bra cups were positioned behind her breasts. With her tits on display, her big, naked breasts rested upon her bra instead of being hidden inside of her bra. While the road scenery whizzed by her, Jennifer sat in the passenger seat of her car with her breasts and panties exposed. She looked at her son looking at her before turning to look out the window for approaching truckers. Now he knew her sexy secret. Michael knew his mother was an exhibitionist. It was one thing for her to expose her naked body to her son; that was incestuous. It was one thing for her to have sex with her son; that was incest. With mostly all women flashing themselves to unsuspecting men, it was one thing for her to expose herself to men while at the mall by making her flashes appear accidental; that was sexy fun. It was quite another thing for her to deliberately expose her naked breasts and her panties to truckers; that was exhibitionism, her secret, sexual fetish. Seemingly by the awkward look on her face, she felt more uncomfortable sharing her sexy, flashing secret of exhibitionism with her son and that she was an exhibitionist than she did in showing him her naked body on Halloween night in that motel room. Naked, naked, naked, instead of sitting in the passenger seat of her car with her top pulled down, her tits exposed, and her skirt lifted up with her panties showing, she wished she was naked. Yet, not wanting Michael to think badly of her, he hoped that he didn't think that his mother was a slut or a whore for wanting and needing to flash herself to unsuspecting men. Yet, she wasn't a slut or a whore. If she was deemed anyone's slut or whore, she was her son's slut and his whore. Unless they were in the swinging lifestyle together, she'd never have sex with any man but with her son. With flashing something she'd never wanted to do with her ex-husband, now that her son knows that his mother is an exhibitionist, she no longer had any sexy, sexual secrets. There was nothing that he didn't know about her and if there was something that he needed to know, she'd gladly answer his question. Even though their mother and son relationship was now an incestuously forbidden relationship, it was an open and honest relationship of trust, understanding, and love. Then, just a fleeting thought, in the way that she enjoyed flashing men her naked breasts and panty clad pussy, she wondered if Michael ever flashed women his cock. Maybe if ever he did flash unsuspecting women his cock, he'd enjoy flashing unsuspecting women his cock. Maybe her need for flashing is not learned behavior but innate behavior that she inherited from her mother. Maybe as her mother passed on her need to expose herself to her daughter, perhaps Jennifer would pass on her need to expose herself to Michael. He mother was a flirt. Her mother had big tits and she was always wearing low cut tops that exposed her long line of cleavage and her sexy, low cut bra. A time before the mini-skirt, if her mother had been young enough to wear a mini-skirt, she probably would have. In addition to flashing her cleavage and bra with down blouse view, she probably would have flashed her panties in up skirt views too. Perhaps while making his flash appear accidental, in the way that she makes her flashes appear accidental, she wondered if Michael had ever flashed his cock to women. With him willing to help her flash men her naked tits and panties, if ever he had the need to do so, she'd be willing to help him flash his naked, erect cock to women. Only, it was quite different for a man to flash his cock to a woman than it is for a woman to flash her tits and panties to a man. With that in mind, she wondered how she'd even go about helping her son flash his cock to unsuspecting women without them suspecting that his flashing was deliberately done. * * * * * While waiting to see his reaction to her sitting there with her tits out and her skirt raise, he looked at her as if she was insane. Then, a sexy smile washed over his face and he looked at her as if telling her that he wanted to play too. Obviously, without even having to tell him, he knew she wanted to flash truckers her naked breasts and bikini panties. "Mom? What are you doing? Someone will see," he said looking over at her stunned that his mother was sitting beside him topless and with her skirt pulled up higher than her crotch. She surprised him by pulling down her top. She shocked him by pulling out her naked breasts. Anyone higher than their car could see her tits. She sexually aroused him by pulling up her short skirt. Instead of putting her breasts away, pulling up her top, and fluffing down her skirt, she gave him a naughty look and a sexy smile. "That's the idea," she said with a sexy laugh. "I want to get myself ready to flash men at the mall by flashing truckers," she said turning to look behind her. "Slow down and move over a lane. There's a truck coming up on my side now." Michael gave his directional signal, moved over a lane, and slowed his speed by 10 mph to 50 mph. An 18-wheeler pulled up to her side. Jennifer looked up at the driver and smiled while cupping her breasts, fondling her breasts, and fingering her erect nipples. Then, teasing the trucker even more by lifting her skirt higher and slouching down to expose her panties even more, she slid a slow hand between her legs and licked her finger. The trucker looked down at Jennifer's tits while watching her fingering her panty clad pussy. He smiled and gave her a thumbs up. "Oh, my God, Mom," said Michael who was unable to see the driver from where he was sitting in the driver's seat. "Did he look? Did he see your tits? Did he see your panties? This is so sexually exciting. I can't wait to see you flashing yourself at the mall." She looked over at her son and smiled while she continued fondling her breasts and fingering her nipples. "He did. He smiled and gave me the thumbs up," she said laughing with glee. * * * * * Something that neither her ex-husband nor her son knew she did, as well as all of the flashing she enjoyed doing at the mall, she liked flashing truckers her naked breasts and panty clad pussy. With her now 43-years-old, she had been flashing truckers her tits and panties for nearly 25-years. Too many truckers that she had flashed to guess at the number, hundreds of truckers have seen her panties and naked breasts. She needed to get in the mood for flashing before hitting the mall. Flashing unsuspecting truckers her tits and her panties always got her in the mood to flash unsuspecting men the rest of her sexy semi-naked or naked body when at the mall. Flashing truckers her tits and her panties was something she did long before she was even married. While still an 18-year-old virgin, it was right after her high school graduation that she started flashing truckers her tits and her panties. Her need to flash her naked breasts and panties started when her Prom date flashed her naked breasts and her panties to his friend. She couldn't believe her boyfriend flashed her tits and her panties to his friend. Embarrassed then, she wasn't embarrassed now. Yet, even though she was embarrassed that her prom day flashed him her tits and panties, she was sexually aroused too that his friend had seen her naked breasts and her panty clad pussy. After her Prom, later that night, was the first time she allowed her boyfriend, Mike, to not only see her big, naked tits but also to touch, feel, fondle, and suck her big, naked breasts. Whenever he kissed her he was always feeling her tits and fingering her nipples through her blouse and bra. Then, while still kissing her, French kissing her, he enjoyed lifting her skirt to finger her pussy through her panties. With her still a modestly moral virgin, that was as far as she allowed him to go with him. Yet, at the right time and at the right place, there was something sexually magical in the air that night. Feeling more like an adult, maybe because she had a couple of drinks and/or because she was all dressed up was the reason why she allowed her boyfriend to pull down her top and take out her tits. His friend, Bob, and his girlfriend, Cindy, were sitting right there in the front seat of Bob's car. All they had to do was to turn around or look in the rearview mirror and they'd see her naked breasts. With her dress pulled up nearly to her waist, they'd see her panties too. "Dear Diary, At first I was shocked that I allowed my boyfriend to have his wicked, sexual way with my tits. Even more than that, while not going all the way, I wanted Bob and Cindy to watch me having sex with Mike. Oh, my God. I'm such a little whore. Other than my boyfriend seeing my tits, feeling her breasts, and fingering and sucking my nipples, I was more sexually excited than embarrassed that another 18-year-old teenager may see my tits. As if I was laying out in the hot sun and a warm glow of sunshine moved across my body to make me feel so hot and so horny, I was suddenly, so very sexually aroused. And then, it happened. His friend looked at me in the rearview mirror before turning all the way around in his seat to stare, leer, and ogle my exposed, naked breasts and exposed white, sheer, bikini panties. And then, Cindy turned around in her seat to look at me too. Oh, my God, I'm so wicked. I felt so exposed. I felt so horny," wrote Jennifer in her diary. As if this exercise in exhibitionism had been prearranged, predetermined, and was her destiny, her boyfriend smiled at his friend while turning her topless body more to him to flash him both of her naked breasts, areolas, and nipples. Instead of feeling embarrassed or ashamed, she felt empowered that she held such sexual control over both men. Instead of covering her nakedness with her hands and/or with her forearm, it sexually excited her that her boyfriend flashed his friend her tits. He saw her tits. He couldn't believe her boyfriend's friend saw her tits. Not only did she show her boyfriend her tits that night but also his friend saw her tits too. Not only did she show her boyfriend her areolas and nipples but also his friend saw her areolas and her nipples too. Along with seeing her naked breasts, his friend saw her white, sheer, bikini panties too. If it wasn't enough that her boyfriend saw her tits, felt her tits, fingered nipples, and sucked her nipples, what she wrote in her diary that night was how she was still feeling now, nearly 25 years later. "Dear Diary, I can't believe my boyfriend flashed his friend my tits. Instead of feeling angry or embarrassed, I was sexually aroused. I can't believe his friend saw my tits, my areolas, and my nipples, not to mention my panties too. Only, instead of being ashamed, I felt sexual excitement in being so exposed. I was so sexually aroused that I was wet that my boyfriend flashed my topless body and that two men were seeing my semi-naked body. I was so horny that if they pressured me to have sex with them, I would have. I would have done the both of them. Oh, Wow! Having never done anything like that before and because I was so sexually excited being flashed, maybe I'm an exhibitionist. Maybe I get off on flashing myself to men. Now, I can't wait to masturbate over the thoughts of showing my tits to my boyfriend and his friend. Now, I can't wait to try flashing men on my own and without my boyfriend knowing that I enjoy flashing and may even be an exhibitionist." She was so horny after her boyfriend flashed his friend her tits that she was ready for even more sexual excitement. With her never being as sexually excited before, she was becoming increasingly sexually excited now. While he French kissed her, felt her naked breasts, and fingered her nipples, she felt his erection through his pants and fingered the head of his cock through his pants. Without him having to force her hand to touch him through his pants and without him having to hold her hand in place, she voluntarily felt and fingered the outline of his stiff prick through his pants with her horny hand. She had gone further than she had ever gone before with her boyfriend. With him seeing her naked tits, touching her naked tits, feeling her naked tits, fondling her naked tits, and fingering her naked nipples before sucking her naked nipples, she continued feeling his prick through his pants. Then, with feeling his cock through his pants not hardly enough for her, instead of just feeling his erection through his pants, she unzipped him, reached her hand inside of his pants and felt his hard cock through his underwear. Then, with his friend and his friend's girlfriend both watching her, she pulled out her boyfriend's cock and stroked him while continuing to kiss him. She was holding her boyfriend's cock in her horny hand. She couldn't believe she was holding his stiff prick in her hand. Having never held a cock in her hand before it felt so soft and yet so hard. In the way that her boyfriend showed her tits to his friend, she showed his erect cock to his friend's girlfriend. With this the first time holding a man's prick in her hand, having never even seen one up close before, other than photos of cocks in Playgirl magazine, she stopped kissing him to look down at his exposed cock. Curious to know what a man's prick looked like, she continued starting at her boyfriend's erect prick. Slowly stroking him while sliding a slow manicured finger over the head of his engorged prick, she gave her boyfriend a hand job. Willing to jerk him off and ready for him to cum all over her hand, she suddenly feared that he'd ruin her Prom dress. With her mother and father waiting for her to arrive home to give her the third degree, she didn't dare go home with a cum stained dress. So, instead of masturbating him, she blew him. She blew her boyfriend. She gave Mike a blowjob. She sucked his cock. She couldn't believe she was sucking his cock even while she was sucking his cock. Unable to wrap her brain around what she was doing, she couldn't believe she was blowing her boyfriend. With her so sexually aroused that her boyfriend flashed his friend her tits and panties, she took his prick in her mouth, moved her pretty head up and down, and sucked him. While staring up at him with his hard, hairy cock in her beautiful mouth, willing, ready, and waiting with great anticipation for him to cum in her mouth, she continued sucking him deeper while stroking him faster. Even while she was sucking her boyfriend's cock, she couldn't believe she was sucking her boyfriend's cock. Even while she was sucking her boyfriend's cock, she couldn't believe she was sucking her boyfriend's cock in front of his friend and his girlfriend. With them watching her giving her boyfriend a blowjob, she was making Bob and Cindy just as horny as she was for her to willingly suck Mike's cock. Maybe it was the full moon but she was feeling so sexually depraved that she would have sucked his friend's cock and allowed him to cum in her mouth too. Having never sucked her boyfriend's prick or anyone's prick before, she was sucking his cock now. Too preoccupied thinking of her boyfriend's friend seeing her naked breasts, her round areolas, her erect nipples, and her white, bikini panties, she even allowed her boyfriend to cum in her mouth and she swallowed his cum. Her first blowjob and she didn't even bother to spit out his cum in a tissue. While her boyfriend fondled her tits and fingered her nipples as she sucked his cock, his friend watched them having sex in the rearview mirror while his friend's girlfriend sucked his cock too. It was deranged, maddening, sexual debauchery that she had never done before and would never do again. She imagined that what she did that night was what swingers do in the swinging lifestyle when swapping partners. Years, later, now that she experienced that level of sexual excitement with her boyfriend on Prom night, she hoped to experience that level of sexual excitement again with her son. She imagined them in the swinging lifestyle having sex with others while they watched. She imagined them returning home to have hot pillow talk over all that they sexually did with strangers. * * * * * They drove to the Prom together and went parking after the Prom. Then, when his friend exposed his date's B cup breasts to her boyfriend, he exposed Jennifer's C cup breasts to his friend. They thought it was funny. They all laughed. Having never done anything such sexually fun before, little did any of them know the lasting impression this night would make upon Jennifer's life. As if her Prom date had turned on a switch deep inside of her, she suddenly had the urge to expose herself again. Losing the House but Winning Mom 12 Always shy and modest before, from that moment of self-realization, she became an exhibitionist immediately thereafter. She routinely started exposing her breasts and her panties to truckers and the rest of her underwear clad, topless, and/or naked body to men at the mall. As long as she made her flashing appear accidental instead of deliberate, with her not wanting anyone to think that she was a slut or a whore, she just wanted to have some flashing fun. The fun part was seeing the surprised looks on the faces of the unsuspecting men that she flashed. It was more than just exposing her sexy, shapely body to men. It was more than just flashing men her underwear and/or her naked breasts. Whenever she flashed unsuspecting men and whenever men stared at her, she felt special in the way that her Prom date's friend, Bob, made her feel special when he stared at her naked breasts and exposed panties. Whenever men leered at her, she felt powerful in the way that her Prom date, Mike, and his friend, Bob, stared at and ogle her big, naked tits, round areolas, and erect nipples. Until that moment when her boyfriend's 18-year-old friend was ogling her naked breasts, with so many of her friends having A or B cup breasts, she hadn't realized what it meant to be a sexy, busty woman. She never knew how much power a beautiful, sexy, shapely woman had over men. Taking the ball and running down the field with it, from that moment forward, she dressed sexier. From that moment forward, she became an exhibitionist. She showed men more of her sexy, shapely body. She flashed men more of what they wanted to see of her. She loved being noticed. She loved the attention she received from admiring men. She loved when men stared at her whenever she flashed them her tits and/or her panties. She enjoyed teasing men and enticing men. With her quickly becoming adept at cock teasing, it was fun driving men wild with sexual desire and then leaving without even giving them her phone number. "I'll be right back. I have to use the ladies room," she tell a man interested in her enough to buy her drinks all night. Then, making her way unnoticed through the crowd, she'd slip out the door and out into the street. It wasn't the sex that she wanted, it was flashing, teasing, and enticing men that sexually aroused her. It was the look on the men's face that told her that they wanted her and that was enough to sexually sate her until she returned home to masturbate herself. It was all just a game to her. Not shy, embarrassed, or ashamed to show men her tits and/or her panties, she made no attempt to cover her nakedness with her hands or with her forearms. She wanted men to see what they could see of her. She was sexually thrilled that her Prom date and his friend leered at her naked breasts and her exposed panties. She felt so empowered by their leers and stares. She allowed Mike and Bob to ogle her big, C cup breasts as long as they wanted to ogle her naked breasts. She allowed Bob to stare at her big tits until his B cup girlfriend became jealously possessive and turned his head away with a wet kiss. Her innate way of controlling men, just by flashing her breasts and her panties, she suddenly discovered this new found ability that she didn't know she had but that she inherently had all along. Without even giving them sex, she could make men do anything just by showing them her cleavage and her sexy low cut bra in a down blouse view and/or her white, bikini panty in an up skirt peek. It amazed her how much she could control a roomful of men just by appearing when wearing a tight, low cut top and/or a short skirt. A wallflower before, never dressing provocatively sexy but dressing more modestly moral, now men noticed her when seeing more of her sexy, shapely body. Without her even having sex with them but just flashing them down blouse views and up skirt peeks, now men talked to her. Now men wanted her. They bought her drinks. They invited her to sporting events, movies, and for late night suppers. Never had she received as much attention from men until she started flashing what lay beneath her tight, low cut sweater and her short skirt. From flashing men her bra and cleavage in down blouse views, she started flashing men her panties in up skirt peeks. Only, for her flashing to work, for her flashing to sexually arouse her and for men not to think that she was a slut or a whore, she had to make her flashing appear accidental and not deliberate, even though they were. It was the shocked look on the men's faces that really sexually excited her. She loved leaving men scratching their heads while wondering if she purposely flashed them or if they were just at the right place and at the right time. When she realized that she enjoyed showing her body to men and when she suspected that she may be an exhibitionist that was when she had the idea of flashing truckers. A captive audience and a perfect plan with exit ramps to use as her quick escape, it made her feel powerful and special to flash men her naked breasts and white, bikini panties. Flashing truckers her tits and her panties made her feel sexy. Other than it was sexually exciting, she didn't really know why she enjoyed flashing truckers her tits and panties but she did. It was fun and, always that night, she masturbated over flashing her tits and panties today along with the thoughts of flashing her tits and panties again tomorrow. * * * * * She never told her husband she was an exhibitionist. If he only knew she enjoyed exposing herself to men, he'd be pissed. If he only knew she enjoyed exposing herself to men, he'd want her to expose herself to his friends. If only he knew she enjoyed exposing her naked tits and her panties to men, he'd want her to participate in the swinging lifestyle and become a swinger. Yet, even though she enjoyed exposing her breasts and panties to men, even when he badgered her to participate in the swinging lifestyle together, she refused. Even when he badgered her to flash his friends her tits and her panties, and even to serve his friends drinks while topless and/or naked, she refused. Even though she was sexually attracted to some of his friends, she refused to flash his friends her underwear clad, topless, and/or naked body, and/or to have sex with any of them. How dare he pressure her in that sexually inappropriate way? How dare he disrespect her by pressuring her to flash her panties and her tits to his friends? She was his wife and this was her body and her decision to flash whomever she wanted to flash. Just because she was his wife, she didn't need his help or his permission to flash anyone. Flashing needed to be her idea. Flashing needed to seem accidental and not deliberate. Just as he didn't ask her permission to fuck a prostitute, she didn't need his encouragement nor permission for her to flash. Just as he didn't ask her permission for some street whore to give him a blowjob, why should she ask his permission to flash her naked tits and/or panties? Fuck him. It was none of his business who she showed her body to and/or what she did with her body. Her body was her body and not his body. It wasn't as if she was cheating on him by having sex with other men, she wasn't. She just got off on showing her naked breasts and her panty clad pussy to unsuspecting men. She just got off on men seeing what they should never see of her, of another man's wife. It sexually excited her to see the surprised and sexually excited looks on men's faces. It sexually excited her for her to know that other men wanted her in the sexual way that her husband obviously didn't want her and was too drunk to do anything about it, even when he did sexually want her. Yet, every time he lifted her skirt or pulled down her top in front of his friends, later that night, she'd masturbate herself with the knowledge that his friends saw her panties and/or her tits. Once, when they were both drunk, so as to act as if she didn't remember anything, she acted even drunker than she was. While holding her in place with her short skirt raised to her chest, he stuck his hand down the front of her bikini panty and fingered her pussy before pulling down her panties and exposing her pussy to his friends. Then, with her arms held behind her back, he pulled down her top and lifted up her bra to expose her big tits to his friends. On the pretense that she was really drunk, too drunk to stop him, she acted as if she didn't know what he was doing and that she was as exposed as she was. Only, she was so sexually excited that his friends saw her pussy and then her tits, especially the ones who she was sexually attracted to, if he had forced her, she would have sucked all of their cocks. He made her so sexually aroused and so horny flashing her pussy and then her tits to his friends, that she would have allowed them all to give her a cum bath. She would have loved for them to cum all over her face, in her hair, and all over her naked breasts. She pulled away from him, pulled up her panties, fluffed down her skirt, and pushed down her bra and top. Then, acting as is she was violently assaulted, pretending she was angry and retiring for the night to sleep it off, she spent the rest of the night in their bedroom. She hoped he'd come in the bedroom with his friends. She wished he'd strip her naked, tie her wrists and ankles to the bedposts, and force her to have sex with his friends. She was so sexually aroused that she would have loved to have given them a drunken gangbang. With her husband thinking that she was angry with him, instead she was sexually excited being so exposed by his hand. When it was obvious that her husband's friends weren't coming in her bedroom to have their wicked, sexual way with her, she took her sexual satisfaction in her own hand. She masturbated herself while thinking of his friends seeing her naked pussy and her naked tits. She masturbated herself while sexually fantasizing of having sex with his friends. Not wanting to embarrass him by screaming and struggling when he was holding her in place and stripping off her clothes, she didn't want to make him feel small, especially not in front of his friends. With the old double standard rearing its ugly head and getting in the way, it was one thing for him to embarrass her in front of his friends but she knew better never to embarrass him in front of his friends. Careful when around him to not rile his temper, wanting to still think of her as the good wife, she pretended she was mortified that he routinely flashed his friends her tits, her panties, and now her pussy. She didn't want him to know that she was an exhibitionist. With his sexual needs, her sexual needs, she didn't want him to know that she had sexual needs too. She didn't want him to know that she'd give his friends sex, especially the ones she was sexually attracted to, if he forced her to give his friends sex. She didn't want him to think of her as a slut or as a whore and definitely not even as an exhibitionist, even though she was. When he was a whoremonger, having had sex with common prostitutes on the street that he met when working vice as a Boston cop, the last thing she wanted was him accusing her of being a whore. With him having sex with other woman so turning her off, she'd never have sex with another man while married to him. She'd rather hold that over his head that he cheated on her but she never cheated on him. It was always a double standard between the sexual relationships that men had with women, especially a husband with his wife. Aside from him flashing her body to his friends, if he knew she was flashing men her tits and panty clad pussy, he'd be pissed. Going out of her way to hide her sexy secret, her ex-husband never suspected her of being an exhibitionist and she never told him that she was. Yet, even though she refused to participate in the swinging lifestyle, she always wondered what it was like to be a swinger and to have sex with other men while her husband had sex with other women. If her husband wasn't so possessively jealous, something that is not tolerated when swinging, she imagined the hot pillow talk they'd have discussing the sex they had with others. If her husband wasn't such a drunk, an angry drunk at that, maybe she'd try attending a swingers' house party or a meet and greet social dance. Even though she was curious about the swinging lifestyle, a place where everyone was an exhibitionist and voyeur, he still wouldn't know that she was an exhibitionist. He'd never suspect that she was. Even though she thought about participating in the swinging lifestyle and would masturbate herself over the thoughts of having sex with other men, she'd never try swinging, not with her ex-husband. Especially with the violent temper he had, he was too possessively jealous for her to be having sex with other men. Besides, the swinging lifestyle wasn't a couple thing with him as it was for other couples who participated in the swinging lifestyle. With him more interested in having sex with other women, swinging was his selfish way for him to get what he wanted as an individual and not for them to experience and to experiment with the swinging lifestyle as a couple. As it was, unless he was showing her off as his trophy wife, he was always oblivious to her. With him too busy leering at, staring at, and ogling other women, he didn't even notice what she was wearing, never mind what she was doing. If it wasn't bad enough that he had sex with other women, mostly prostitutes and strippers, he always looked at other women whenever with her. Where most couples swing together, he'd be the type to leave unattended and unescorted to explore other women on his own. Preferring to walk around alone, unencumbered and seemingly unattached, the only time he'd want her there with him is when he wanted her to get with another man and/or with woman while he watched. With him already making her feel badly about herself, she wanted no part of watching him having sex with other women when he seldom had sex with her. Always too drunk for sex, he'd rather drink that have sex. Besides, attending swingers' social functions would just be another excuse for him to get drunk, too drunk to be any good to her or to anyone. With Michael not knowing anything about her personal, private sexual life, he had no idea she was an exhibitionist. He didn't know his father continually pressured his mother to flash herself to his friends, to have sex with his friends, and to participate in the swinging lifestyle. The relationship he had with his father, even before they divorced, was always forced, difficult, and distant. With Michael always close with his mother and sexually attracted to her, the relationship he had with his mother was the polar opposite of the relationship that he never had with his father. The relationship she had with her son was always morally and modestly appropriate. No doubt, their normal mother and son relationship was the reason why he thought she was so modestly moral. If only he knew his mother was an exhibitionist, perhaps he would have asked to see her underwear clad, topless, and/or naked body sooner. If only he knew his mother was as sexually attracted to him as much as he was sexually attracted to her, perhaps they would have sex before they did in that seedy motel. She never showed her son what an exhibitionist she was until she stripped off her clothes in front of him and until they had sex in that motel room that fateful night. Now, done with being the morally modest mother mode, with them having a new life in Massachusetts, she was ready to expose herself to everyone, including truckers and including unsuspecting men at the mall. Now that she wanted everyone to know that she was an exhibitionist, she was ready to do all the sexual things she refused to do with her husband with her son. To be continued... Losing the House but Winning Mom 13 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * Jennifer agrees to go to the mall to flash while her son, Michael, watches. Ready and eager to flash unsuspecting truckers her tits, she pulled her blouse down lower, reached her hand inside of her blouse and bra, and pulled out her C cup breasts. She raised her short, skirt high enough to expose her shapely thighs and panties too. With her having flashed truckers her tits and panties many times before, flashing truckers her breasts always put her in the mood to flash more of her sexy, shapely body, especially when at the mall. Giving men a down blouse view of her breasts and an up skirt peek of her panty not only made her horny but also their stares encouraged her to flash more of her body and to flash more men. A good way for her to remain anonymous, flash and drive away, she liked flashing truckers her tits and her panties. Flashing truckers was exciting. Flashing truckers was fun. Flashing truckers her naked breasts and panties made her feel powerful and as if she was the one in control. With the heated stares they gave her, flashing truckers her breasts and her panties made her feel wanted and desired. Sometimes, after seeing her flashing, they'd blow their horns and/or flash their headlights in appreciation to her flashing them her tits and panties. Tempted to buy a CB radio for her car, she always wondered what they said about her. She knew they enjoyed the impromptu flashing show, but she was curious about what they said. She wondered if they called ahead to warn other truckers that she was flashing herself and for them to be on the lookout for her car so that they could see her flashing them too. * * * * * As soon as Jennifer pulled her tits out of her blouse and bra, seemingly unable to control himself, Michael reached his horny hand over to fondle his mother's big breasts while fingering her hard nipples. He loved his mother's tits. She had beautiful, natural breasts, so firm and so shapely. He couldn't get enough of seeing them, touching them, feeling them, fondling them, and sucking them. If he wasn't driving, he'd be sucking her tits. If he wasn't driving, he'd be parked somewhere and making out with his mother while feeling her through her clothes. Yet, something new and so sexually arousing, he was excited to watch her flash unsuspecting men at the mall. Aside from her ready to flash truckers her naked breasts and white, bikini panties on the highway, he couldn't wait to watch her flash men her panties, her bra, and her cleavage at the mall. Once her nipples were hard and erect enough, and once they were approaching a truck or a truck was overtaking them from behind, Michael pulled his hand away from his mother's breasts. When the cab of the truck was parallel with her passenger side window, Jennifer looked up at the trucker while cupping her breasts in her hands as if offering him a feel of her big, naked, natural breasts. Teasing truckers by flashing them her tits and panties, they drove like that all the way to the mall with his mother's breasts and panties exposed while flashing herself to any man high enough in a truck to see her. With some men breast men and other men leg men, adding to her flashing her breasts, she exposed her shapely thighs and her white, bikini panties too. She hiked up her already too short skirt past her crotch to expose her panty clad pussy to those truckers going by them and looking down at her. Then, by placing her ankles on the dashboard and lifting her legs higher and spreading her knees wider, giving the truckers a better view of her panty clad pussy, she wanted to make sure they could see what lay between her legs too. When approaching a tollbooth, not wanting to be stopped by a state police car, she covered her breasts by folding her arms across them. Too much of a risk to take, with the tollbooths having video surveillance, nonetheless leaving her short skirt hiked to her waist but removing her feet from the dashboard, she flashed the tollbooth attendant her panties but not her naked breasts. With bored truckers always looking at whatever they could see, truck after truck slowed to peer in the passenger side window at Jennifer's exposed panties and her naked breasts, her areolas, and her nipples. With flashing truckers on the highway a double edged sword, they had to hurry off the highway because even though most truckers enjoyed the view of seeing his mother's exposed panties and naked breasts, some truckers called the state police. Perhaps those who reported her thought that she was a distraction and a danger by having her take the truckers' eyes off the road to ogle her naked breasts and panty clad pussy. Human nature perhaps, of course, but it was strange that some truckers would enjoy the sexy view of her, stare at her breasts and at her panties, but then report her for exposing herself to them. With some truckers holy rollers and seemingly offended by nudity, other truckers were female and seemingly didn't enjoy the view she was giving men. It takes all types to make the world go around but most truckers enjoyed what she was showing them and all that they were seeing of her. Giving him a good, long look with a big smile, the tollbooth attended dropped the fee while staring at an in between her legs view at Jennifer's exposed panties. Already in the mood for some flashing fun, if the car ride there was a prelude to the sexy, good time they'd have, it was going to be a fun day flashing his mother's hot, MILF of a body at the mall. With her seemingly the expert at flashing, instead of coercing her and pressuring her to flash as her father did before him, Michael decided to remain a silent observer to allow his mother to do her own flashing without his unneeded input. Bowing to her exhibitionism expertise, rather having her lead while he followed, he decided to leave the flashing to his mother. * * * * * As soon as they parked and got out of the car, as if it was meant to be and was a sign from the Devil, the wind picked up to lift up Jennifer's flared, short skirt to the middle of her back. Acting as is she didn't know her skirt was waving up in the air, she walked with her panties completely exposed to the eyes of surprised, admiring, and horny men. She walked from her car purposely parked at the far end of the parking lot to the mall. As if she was a prima ballerina twirling around onstage, the wind constantly and continually blew up her short skirt as high as if she was wearing a tutu. As if her short skirt was a beautiful, red kite that was uplifted by a windy gust of air, the wind played with the lightweight material of her skirt. As if the hem of her skirt was a leaf that fell from a tree and floated aimlessly upon the breeze, her skirt fluttered up higher and higher. As if the pleats of her skirt were red snakes charmed by a snake charmer from India, her skirt raised higher with every blow of the wind. The wind played with the hem of her skirt as if there was a wind machine in the parking lot that was positioned beneath her skirt. Had the wind not interceded, she was unable to plan her flashing show of her panties any better than what Mother Nature was doing now. The wind raised her skirt as high and as long as if she was standing on a street level mass transit grate and a subway train was speeding by beneath her while pushing up air. As if she was standing on the deck of a cruise ship on a windy day, she was giving all passengers onboard a view of her panty clad ass. As if she was standing within the downdraft of helicopter blades, she stood still while allowing the wind to flutter and sail her short skirt up to her waist. As if she was imitating Marilyn Monroe in the filming of The Seven Year Itch, with her panties so exposed, indeed, she was a sexy sight to behold. In the way that Jennifer wasn't embarrassed and showed no shame in flashing her panties, Mother Nature showed Jennifer no mercy nor modesty by continuing to expose her panties to any man looking. Lifting her short, flared skirt higher, sometimes all the way up to nearly the back of her shoulders, the wind danced with the hem of her skirt as if there was someone standing behind her and holding up her skirt. The wind acted as her flashing accomplice in helping her to expose her panties to admiring men. As if she was the bride at her wedding, the wind acted as if there was someone standing behind her and holding up the train of her wedding gown while inadvertently exposing her panties to all. The wind helped to enable Jennifer to flash her panties and round, panty clad ass cheeks to those horny men in the mall parking lot who continued staring and ogling her panty clad ass. Not even in the mall yet and Michael's mother was already flashing her panties to unsuspecting men in the mall, parking lot. Not even in the mall yet and his mother had already flashed her tits and panties to truckers, her panties to the tollbooth attendant, and now was flashing her panties again to men in the mall parking lot. With her not embarrassed and with her not having any shame, not even in the mall yet and they were already having some sexy, flashing fun. In the way they walked holding hands through the mall parking lot, no one would suspect they were mother and son. Paying no attention to the wind exposing her panties, she showed more of her long, sexy, shapely legs, while holding her son's hand with one hand and her pocketbook in her other hand. Jennifer didn't even bother reaching behind her to try and capture her short, flared skirt, reign it in to pull it down and hold it in place with her hand. Instead, as if she wasn't even aware that her short skirt was completely up in the air behind her and she was so exposed, she continued walking while flashing her panties to men. Instead, as if her short, flared, red skirt was a red flag waving at a herd of horny bulls, she allowed her skirt to wave at men staring at her exposed, panty clad ass. Not embarrassed to show strange men her panties, she wasn't ashamed that men could see what she was wearing beneath her short skirt. If she was anything, she was sexually excited that she was so exposed. If she was anything, she was ready to expose more of her sexy body to men while shopping at the mall. If she was anything, she was suddenly invigorated to do even more flashing. If she was anything, seemingly she was happy to be having flashing fun with her son, instead of with her ex-husband. Where Jennifer's ex-husband would be possessively jealous and angry if she dared flash men in the way she had already flashed men with her son's help today, Michael was titillated that his mother was an exhibitionist. He was having sexy fun watching his mother flashing her tits and her panties to unsuspecting and surprised men. He couldn't wait to watch her flash more of her sexy, shapely body when shopping in the mall. After they made love and had some hot sex tonight, he couldn't wait to have some hot pillow talk while she told him how she felt flashing her panties, her tits, and/or naked body. * * * * * Let the flashing show begin. Already she had given men a public prelude to her flashing. After having already flashed truckers on the highway, the tollbooth attendant, men in the parking lot, and now flashing those men walking behind them in the mall, this had all of the earmarks to being a memorable day of flashing. With Michael enlisted as his mother's flashing foil, as instructed by her as they walked through the mall, he placed his hand at the very top of her ass while holding a handful of her already short skirt. He only needed to lift her red, flared skirt a little to show her panty clad ass cheeks to whomever was walking behind her. One of her favorite places to flash, she headed for the shoe store while Michael lagged behind to watch his mother through the storefront window flashing the shoe store salesman her panties. She loves flashing her panties at the shoe store because the shoe salesman was her captive audience. Moreover, never suspecting her of deliberately flashing him, it was easy for make her flashes appear unintentional. Jennifer browsed the store looking for a pair of boots to try on and to ultimately buy. Purposely finding a boot one size too small, she took a seat while waiting for the salesman to finish with a customer. With her having to lift her leg higher and spread her knees wider, boots were the perfect flashing shoe. Unable to just slip her foot inside of a boot in the way she can do with a shoe, a boot required her parting her knees wide enough to lift her leg for the shoe salesman to fit her foot. "Hi," said the salesman, immediately glancing down his mother's open top when she leaned forward to remove her high heel shoe. With Jennifer giving him quite the down blouse view, he stared at her cleavage, her bra, her areolas, her nipples, and even most of the shape of her big breasts. "How may I help you?" Michael stood outside while watching the young salesman through the shoe store window. He knew his mother was giving him a good, down-blouse view of not only her cleavage and her bra but also her areolas and her nipples too. Judging by the bulge that was already making an appearance in his pants, no doubt, the salesman was seeing nearly all of her big, natual tits. In the way he felt the first time he saw his mother's big, naked breasts, erect nipples, and areolas, he knew that salesman was feeling similar sexual excitement now. His sexual fantasy come true, there was no comparison to what Michael felt, of course, when seeing his mother's naked breasts for the first time. After lusting over his mother for years and compounding his sexual excitement with the incestuous lust he felt for his mother, there was no way that this young salesman was feeling more sexual excitement than Michael felt that night at the motel. * * * * * He'd never forget that night at the motel. As if it happened last night, instead of two months ago, he'd remember that night at the motel for the rest of his life. As if she was in a daze after losing their house to foreclosure, he remembered her sitting on the bed and mindlessly unbuttoning her blouse. His mother was unbuttoning her blouse. He couldn't believe his mother was unbuttoning her blouse. Something she had never done before, his mother was undressing in front of him now. 'Oh, my God,' he remembered saying to himself. He couldn't believe she was unbuttoning her blouse in front of him while staring up at the ceiling as if the ceiling held all of the answers. A deep thinker, his mother was always lost in thought. Watching her unbutton one slow button at a time, she was showing him more of her long, line of cleavage and more of her sexy bra than he had ever seen before. Was she really going to undress herself in front of him or would she stop at her blouse and put her nightgown over her head before removing her jeans? Yet, for sure, he thought she would have gone in the bathroom to remove her blouse without exposing her bra clad breasts to him. Then, when she removed her blouse and stood to remove her tight jeans, he couldn't believe his eyes. 'No way. Fuck me. I can't believe she's undressing in front of me,' he thought to himself. He watched her wiggle, shimmy, and shake her shapely ass out of her skin tight jeans. He watched as her panties moved down with her jeans to expose the top of her ass crack and the top of her brown pubic hair. He saw his mother's ass crack and her pubic hair. More than he's ever seen of her sexy, shapely body, he couldn't believe he saw his mother's ass crack and pubic hair. 'Holy shit,' he thought without verbalizing his thought. He watched her sit on the bed to remove her jeans. Then, standing and turning to face him, he couldn't believe his mother stood before him in her underwear. He couldn't count the number of times he had masturbated while imagining what his mother looked like in her bra and panty. Longing to see what she looked like in her sexy underwear, he no longer had to wonder now. She was standing before him in her panty and bra now. He couldn't believe his modestly, moral mother was exposing her bra and panty clad body to him. She stood before him as if she was his lover, his girlfriend, or his wife instead of his mother. 'Damn, she looks hot in her underwear,' he thought. Then, if seeing his MILF of a mother in her underwear wasn't enough, when she reached around behind herself to unhook her bra, he stopped breathing. If he was going to have a heart attack, he'd have one now. Yet, it was a good thing that he was only 22-years-old and in good physical condition for his body to withstand the shock of seeing his mother's big tits, her areolas, and her nipples. Unable to take a breath for fear that she'd realize he was in the room with her, change her mind, and not remove her bra in front of him, he couldn't believe it when his mother removed her bra. 'Oh, my God! Fuck me,' he thought. His mother removed her bra. His mother was topless. His mother's naked tits were right there in front of his horny, incestuous eyes. After sexually and incestuously fantasizing about them, he was finally seeing his mother's big, shapely breasts. Then, when she turned more to face him, he couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's tits. Now standing before him in just her sheer, bikini panties, he stared at his mother's shapely breasts, her areolas, and her nipples. His mother was topless. He couldn't believe his mother was topless. He couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's tits. He couldn't believe she was willingly exposing her naked breasts to him. Making sure that he memorized the image of them for later that night when masturbating over seeing his mother's big breasts, he stared at every mold and every freckle on her beautiful breasts. For sure and without a doubt, he'd be masturbating over his mother's sexy, striptease show for the rest of his life. As if he was a prepubescent teen instead of a 22-year-old man, without even having to touch himself or stroke himself, he had an erection already. He'd love nothing more than to touch, feel, fondle, and suck his mother's naked tits while she stroked his cock and sucked his cock before fucking his cock. Only, she was his mother and not some slut or some whore that he picked up at a bar for sex. It was one thing for him to have incestuous thoughts for his mother but it was something even more forbidden to act upon his thoughts and to have incestuous sex with his mother. Then, if stripping down to her bra and panty and removing her bra in front of him wasn't enough, he watched her tuck her fingers in the top of her panties and push them down and off. His mother removed her panties. He couldn't believe his mother removed her panties. His mother was naked. He couldn't believe his mother was naked. He couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's naked body. He couldn't believe that not only had she exposed her naked breasts to him but also she had exposed her naked pussy and her naked ass to him. 'The worst day of my life after losing the house to foreclosure, after seeing my mother naked, this is the best day of my life. I don't believe this,' he thought. In the way that he had stared at her naked breasts, he stared at her naked, dark brown, trimmed, pubic hair. In the way that he imagined touching, feeling, fondling, and sucking his mother's naked breasts, he imagined cupping his mother's pussy. He imagined sliding a slow finger along her pussy slit before exerting enough pressure to rub her clit while fingering her cunt. He couldn't believe she was showing him her cunt and he was seeing his mother's cunt. In the way he'd love to finger her pussy, he'd love to kiss her, French kiss her while fingering her pussy with one hand and fingering her nipples with his other hand. Then, he imagined reaching his horny hand behind her to feel her round, firm ass before pushing her back on the bed. He imagined eating his mother's pussy while fingering his mother's pussy. He imagined licking her and licking her while finger fucking her. He imagined giving her an orgasm with his fingers and with his mouth. He imagined making love to his mother before fucking his mother, really pounding her pussy and giving her a second orgasm with his cock. Losing the House but Winning Mom 13 Then, after he sexually satisfied his mother, he imagined her sexually satisfying him. He imagined her touching his cock, stroking his cock, and sucking his cock. He imagined her looking up at him with her big, green eyes while his hard, hairy cock was buried in her beautiful mouth. Then, continuing to stroke him faster and suck him deeper, he imagined putting a gentle hand behind his mother's pretty head and cumming in his mother's mouth and her swallowing his cum. Only, with them already doing all of that last night, he didn't have to imagine any of that now. He only had to remember all that they did and all that they were going to do again tonight. Something he thought would never happen, he already knew how sexually satisfying it was to have incestuous sex with his mother. * * * * * Obviously not wanting to be caught peeping, Michael watched the shoe salesman remove his eyes from her exposed cleavage, bra, areolas, and nipples when she looked up at him. No doubt from the salesman seeing his mother's erect nipples, his face was already turning red and his mouth had fallen open in the way of a goldfish looking for food or a baby ready to nurse. Even from his surveillance spot outside of the store, he could see that there was a noticeable bulge that continued to grow in the poor, salesman's pants. The queen of sexually teasing and erotically enticing men, obviously she was making this young man horny by showing him all that he no doubt had hoped to see. "I'd like to try these boots on in a size 8 in black or in brown if you don't have size 8 in black," she said even though she took a size 9. As if she was the only customer in the store, giving her his undivided attention, he immediately returned with a pair of size 8, black boots. He squatted down to sit on a little, foot stool in front of her. The perverts' voyeur stool, once he lifted her leg and she deliberately parted her knees a little more than necessary, he was now at the right height and angle to peek beneath her short skirt. He lifted her leg by the back of her ankle to help gently ease her foot in the boot. Under the watchful eyes of her son from the shoe store window outside, as if she had already practiced and performed this move many times before, Jennifer slowly and stealthily parted her knees wider and lifted her leg higher. When she parted her knees to lift her leg, obviously something he was hoping to see, she rewarded the shoe salesman with an up-skirt peek of her sheer, white, bikini panties. As if he had never seen a woman's panty clad pussy before, with his focused stare making him appear hypnotized. Seemingly mesmerized by the sexy view she gave him between her legs, he stared at her panties as if he was staring at his mother's panties. Jennifer lifted her right leg higher and parted her knees wider in her feigned attempt to squeeze her size 9 foot in a size 8 boot. The higher she raised her leg and the wider she parted her knees the more the hem of her short skirt climbed higher up her thigh. As if her hem was the curtain going up on a sexy, X-rated, modern day, burlesque show, her skirt was now an accomplice in her flashing this poor man her panties. The higher she raised her leg, the wider she parted her knees, and the higher the hem of her skirt climbed, the more she was showing him of her panties. By the intensity of his unbroken and focused stare, the higher she raised her leg, the wider she parted her knees, and the higher her hem climbed up her shapely thighs, the more he saw of her panties. Higher and higher her skirt continued to climb while he moved her leg in one direction and then in the other direction in his feeble attempt to fit her foot in the too small boot. Struggling to fit her foot in the boot, her short skirt continued climbing higher up her thigh until the hem of her skirt was equal to the bottom of her panty clad pussy. As if she was sitting there without a skirt, and with her legs nearly spread wide open, she showed the salesman her panty clad pussy mound. "I think you may need a size 9," he said struggling to remove the size 8 boot from her foot while she exposed even more of her panty clad pussy to him. Seemingly having a difficult time making eye contact with her when seemingly he'd rather talk to her panty clad pussy and stare at her cotton clad cunt, he gave her a nervous albeit sexually aroused smile. Obviously, Jennifer loved flashing men her underwear. Obviously, Jennifer enjoyed the focused attention that he paid her panty clad pussy by the prolonged intensity of his stare. "Oh, dear," she said as if stunned she took a size 9, even though she knew she did. Obviously uncomfortable sitting with his cock growing so very big in his pants, he stood to reveal a huge erection that tented his trousers. "I'll be right back with them," he said holding the boot in front of him to conceal his obvious erection. Immediately, the salesman and his erection returned with a size 9 pair of black boots. He went through the entire motion again of sitting on the little stool in front of her open legs and lifting her right leg while Jennifer spread her knees open even more. With her short skirt already higher than the bottom of her panties, she gave the salesman a continual flash of her panty clad pussy. Making her flashes appear accidental, she even put her hand to press down on the front of her skirt to deny him from a continuous view of her crotch. Yet, with the salesman not having an easy time of fitting her foot with the too small boot, he had an even more difficult time of removing the boot after fitting her foot. For her to remain seated in the chair, she needed to forsake her feigned modesty to hold on to the arms of the chair. Had she not taken hold of the chair arms, he would have pulled her out of the chair and onto the floor. She flashed him her panties in the way that no modestly, moral mother would ever flash her panties to any man other than to her husband. Jennifer flashed her panties to the salesman in the way that a whore would routinely flash her panties to strangers or a hooker would flash her panties to her Johns. Making it appear unintentional instead of deliberate and acting as if she was embarrassed, she continued flashing him her panties when he put the left boot on her left foot. Then, brushing down her skirt and standing, she walked around the store in the black, size 9 boots. "How do they fit?" She looked up at him and smiled. "Perfect," she said. He returned her smile with his smile. "That's great," he said with a big sigh of relief. "Shall I write up the sale?" Not answering him, with the salesman still seated on the small, low, foot stool, he turned to face his customer just as she leaned forward to look at the boots in the mirror that was positioned on the floor. Bending at the waist more than she needed to look at her boots, she was giving him a panty flashing finale. With the back of her skirt rising with her bending to look at her boots, she knew the salesman was getting a good view of her panty clad ass. She remained standing there while leaning forward and while moving her legs and wiggling her ass to enhance his masturbation dreams tonight. "I'll take these and a pair in brown, size 9 too," she said. Now back sitting across from the salesman, with her knees spread and her leg lifted, he helped her off with her boots. He stared at her panty clad pussy as if he was hypnotized by her panty and mesmerized by her pussy mound. Struggling to remove the boots from her feet proved even more difficult then fitting her feet with the boots. As if he was getting ready to put her ankles on his shoulders and lick her pussy through her panties, he lifted her legs even higher while Jennifer moved her knees even wider. This time, going for broke in flashing him her panty clad cunt, as if she was waiting at the airport, her knees were parted wide enough to hold her luggage between her legs while waiting to board her plane. Slouching down in her chair, instead of just exposing her panties to him, she exposed the dark shadow of her brown pubic hair along with the indentation of her pussy slit to him. The only way he'd see more of her pussy was if she wasn't wearing panties. Only, with her needing to have her flashes appear accidental, she always wore a panties and a bra when she flashed. She gave him even more to see when she put her high heels back on her feet. When she moved her torso down lower, in the way it did when she removed her high heeled shoe when first entering the store, her low cut blouse and loose bra both fell open with her leaning forward. She gave him another perfect down-blouse view of not only her cleavage and bra but also of her areolas and nipples. No doubt, if he hadn't already with him continuing to disappear in back, she wondered if he'd be masturbating himself after she left the store. * * * * * Pretending they weren't together as a couple, Michael climbed the stairs to the upper level of the mall while his mother sat on a bench beneath the balcony that overlooked the mall and that looked down upon her. He stood opposite her so that when she looked up at him, he'd give her the thumbs up signal that there was a man peering down at her, watching her, and no doubt looking down her blouse and bra and at what he could see of her tits. Even without her leaning forward, she was already giving any man looking down over the balcony a down-blouse view of her cleavage and bra. Then, when she leaned forward to fix her shoe, scratch her leg, or to look for something in her pocketbook or shopping bag, her blouse and bra leaned forward with her to flash any man watching her areolas and nipples too. 'Wow,' thought Michael with pride. 'This is unbelievable. My mother is a real flashing professional. If I can see her tits from here, everyone can.' Even from the opposite side of the mall, he had a clear view of his mother's tits through the reflection of the big storefront windows, especially when she leaned forward. Then, an unexpected and unplanned for surprise, expecting her blouse and bra to return back to the original position that it was in before she leaned forward, it didn't when she leaned back. Just as her blouse remained open at the top, so didn't her loose fitting brassiere. Now even when she was sitting bolt upright, her blouse and bra drooped open for anyone to peer down and not only see her cleavage and her bra but also her areolas, her nipples, and most of the shape of her big breasts. 'Holy shit,' he thought while staring down his mother's open blouse, down her open bra, and at her mostly exposed breasts. Now, instead of only flashing her cleavage and her bra when someone was watching, she was flashing her bra, her cleavage, her areolas, her nipples, and most of her shapely breasts. Constantly and continually flashing her tits to anyone staring, leering, and ogling her, she flashed her naked breasts while acting oblivious that she was so exposed. In the way his mother's breasts were so exposed, it appeared as if she was sitting there topless. As if a bear to honey, appearing from everywhere in all directions, quickly catching on that there was something sexually exciting to see below, several, voyeuristic men lined the railing of the balcony above while staring down at Jennifer's exposed tits below. With men coming and going, several of the men walked downstairs for a closer and a better down blouse look at Jennifer's tits. Without putting a hand there to close it, leaving her blouse and bra dipping forward and open at the top, with her head down and oblivious to the voyeurs, she pretended she was busy with her Smartphone. With men walking by her and staring down her open top and bra, more than one man engaged her in conversation by asking her a question. "Pardon me, but do you have the time?" One man asked while peering down her opened top "Excuse me, but do you know where the watch repair stand is?" Another man asked a question just to take a longer look down her blouse and bra at her tits. She acted oblivious to men staring at her big tits, leering at her big tits, and ogling her big tits. One by one, men filed by her while staring down her open blouse and bra. One by one, each man received a perfect down-blouse and down bra view of her big tits, her pink areolas, and her erect nipples. While he had the real thing at home, Michael imagined all of these men masturbating over seeing his mother's tits tonight. 'Wow,' thought Michael to himself while watching all of the sexual attention his mother was attracting with all of the down blouse flashing she was doing. After flashing her tits and panties to truckers, her panties again to the tollbooth attendant and to men outside the mall, she flashed her panties to the shoe store salesman and her tits to men staring down at her and walking by her. Already a wonderful day of his mother flashing her sexy, shapely body, he couldn't wait to get her home. He couldn't wait to have sex with her. He couldn't wait to talk about all of the men she flashed during some hot pillow talk. * * * * * Then, ending the down blouse and down bra voyeur procession of those peeping on her tits, she stood, collected her things and was ready to leave to begin her next flashing adventure. As if they had rehearsed her exhibitionism, as if her seemingly accidental flashing was scripted, Jennifer was ready to deliberately expose even more of herself. With her son already in place by the escalator on the second level, he was ready to give her a signal as to when she should begin her ascent up the escalator. On their way to the only store in the mall with a curtained dressing room, it was time for Jennifer to ride the escalator up to the second floor. Then, while pretending to be looking for something in her purse, she paused at the entrance of the escalator while waiting for her son to give her a signal. Four men were approaching her from behind. As soon as he signaled her with a thumbs up, she stepped on the escalator a few steps ahead of the men. She was now in perfect position to flash them her panties. Then, when all four men were looking up at her and staring at her shapely ass as if trying to get a peek beneath her short skirt, Michael gave her a second thumbs up signal. Ready to flash her panty clad ass, she bent forward at the hips on the pretense of fixing her shoe. Perfect timing for her to bend, Michael wished he was downstairs riding the escalator up with the four men. He could only imagine the view of her ass cheeks, her sheer, white, bikini panties, and the in-between-her-legs view of her panties she was giving them. With the men elbowing one another while laughing as if they were junior high school boys, they obviously were enjoying what they were seeing. Once off the escalator, the next stop was to try on clothes behind a partially closed curtain in the dressing room. Going from rack to rack, Jennifer picked out blouses, pants, skirts, bras, and bikinis. With her only allowed four items in the dressing room at a time, she had Michael hold the carriage with the rest of the items she had chosen while she was behind the curtain changing. It didn't take long for her to have an audience of bored and horny men standing outside of her dressing room while waiting for their wives or girlfriends. Swiping the curtain closed quickly across the pole with a loud metal to metal noise again and again while moving in and out of the dressing room, the curtain sliding across the pole was a flashing siren attracting horny men. She closed the curtain most of the way with a practiced hand and a purposeful swipe. Yet, the action of quickly closing the curtain, caused the curtain to bunch up and catch itself at the bottom as if there was a brake on the pole. In the way of a swiped shower curtain sliding across the pole not all the way closed and always leaving an opening that must be closed with a second push, the dressing room curtain did the same thing. Always, the fast action of closing the curtain left it open just enough for men to peep inside the dressing room and to watch her changing her clothes from the opening at the far end. With her acting oblivious to them, admiring, bored men could see her panty clad ass when trying on skirts, pants, and bikini bottoms while waiting for their wives and girlfriends to finish trying on clothes. Horny, bored men could see her bra clad breasts when trying on blouses. Sexually aroused, bored men could see her naked breasts in the mirror when trying on bras and bikini tops. Jennifer was ready to give them all a real flashing show of her underwear clad, topless, and/or naked body. Baring her bra clad breasts to the men, she tried on blouse after blouse. Then, when she needed more blouses to try on, she opened the curtain in her bra and gave her son four blouses for him to give her four more blouses. Acting oblivious to the men ogling her, as if they weren't even there watching and as if she was standing in her bedroom in her bra with her husband, she didn't even acknowledge the men with her look. Disappearing back in the dressing room, with her same practiced swipe, she quickly slid the curtain closed most of the way but not all of the way. From all of the blouses she tried on, she finally picked two blouses to buy. Now it was time to try on skirts and pants. Still standing in front of the mirror in her bra, she removed her short skirt to flash the watching and waiting men her sheer, white, bikini panties. Now standing in front of the mirror in her underwear, she tried on skirt after skirt before trying on pants. Only, every time she removed her pants, tucking hidden thumbs in her panties, she inadvertently albeit deliberately pulled down her panties with her pants. 'Oops,' thought Michael. As were the admiring, bored men, Michael was enjoying the sexy flashing show his mother was giving the men of her naked ass and naked pussy, men who were no longer bored while waiting for their wives and girlfriends to finish trying on clothes. She showed the collection of men standing outside of her dressing room curtain her naked ass and her naked pussy. While Michael roamed the store searching for more clothes for his mother to try on, she gave the men quite the flashing, fashion show of her underwear clad body, her topless body, and her naked body. Still not done flashing men bits and pieces of her semi-naked and naked body, next, she tried on sweaters. Every time she removed one sweater to try on the next sweater, her bra moved up over her breasts. Tired of fixing her bra every time she removed a sweater and having to stuff her tits back inside of her bra cups, she removed her bra. Now, standing there topless, naked but for her bikini panties, she continued trying on sweaters over her naked breasts. With the wives and girlfriends finished trying on clothes and leaving the dressing room, one group of horny, voyeur men were replaced by another group of horny, voyeur men. Jennifer tried on clothes for nearly an hour before selecting two blouses, two pants, two bras, a sweater, and another short skirt. A very successful shopping trip, not only did she flash her underwear clad, topless, and naked body to unsuspecting men but also she bought some clothes and two pair of boots too. Flashing definitely made clothes shopping much more exciting, especially for Michael. Flashing definitely made clothes shopping much less boring, especially for all of those men who had seen Jennifer flash her panties in up-skirts, her tits in down-blouses, and her ass, tits, and pussy behind the curtain in the dressing room. Now, he couldn't wait to get his mother home. He couldn't wait to get her naked. He couldn't wait to have sex with her before having hot, pillow talk of her flashing adventure on the highway and at the mall. Losing the House but Winning Mom 13 To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Losing the House but Winning Mom 14 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * After flashing her panties and breasts at the mall, Jennifer returned home to discuss all of the hot flashing fun she had at the mall with her son. After flashing her panties and breasts to dozens of men on her way to the mall and in the mall, Jennifer and her son, Michael, returned home sexually excited. Later that night, Michael hoped to be invited into his mother's bedroom and in her bed for hot sex. He hoped to discuss their flashing adventures with some hot pillow talk before, during, and while having some inspired, incestuous sex. On the way home, instead of having Michael drive her new car, Jennifer drove. Done with flashing for the day, no longer having the urge to flash unsuspecting men, she no longer needed to pull down her blouse and pull out her tits. She no longer needed to flash any more truckers her panties and/or her tits on the way home in the way she needed to flash truckers her panties and/or her tits on her way to the mall. As if she was a morally modest woman, she sat ladylike in her car without having the need to put her ankles on the dashboard and raise the hem of her skirt higher than her panty clad pussy. She no longer had the need to flash the tollbooth attendant her sheer, white, bikini panties. Between all of the truckers she flashed her panties and/or her tits to on the highway and the tollbooth attendant that she flashed her panties to too, she had flashed more than a dozen men just on her way to the mall alone. Then, with the blustery wind her sexy, flashing accomplice helping to make her flashing appear unintentional and accidental, there were the dozen or more men she had flashed her panties to in the mall parking lot when walking from her car to the mall. Going for the one day flashing record, today was to be a memorable day of flashing. With Michael her flashing accomplice, he helped her to flash her panties too. "Thank you for helping me to flash my body to unsuspecting men today, Michael. I had fun flashing my panties and my tits," she said looking over at him while driving before giving her attention back to the road. He patted her exposed thigh. Wanting to continue to move his hand up her short skirt and cup her pussy through her panty, he didn't want to distract her driving. Besides, always respectful of her, he didn't want to be crass by groping his mother. He'd much rather have a romantic, sexual time with her later. "You're welcome Mom. I had a lot of fun," he said smiling ear to ear while remembering all of the men she flashed her tits and panties to on the way to the mall and at the mall. * * * * * Acting as if he didn't realize that he was flashing his mother's panties, Michael played the innocent shill. Before even reaching the main interior of the mall where all of the stores are located, he flashed his mother's panties. By lifting the top, back portion of her short skirt high enough to expose her panties, he flashed those men walking behind them her panties while walking along the long corridor to the main mall. Before she even flashed the shoe store salesman a continual view between her legs of her panties, she flashed more than a dozen truckers her tits and three more dozen men her panties outside and inside the mall. Already as many as fifty men, possibly even more, had seen her tits, her panty clad ass cheeks, and/or panty clad pussy. "That was an inspired moment when you lifted the back of my short skirt just high enough to expose the back of my panties as we walked," she said giving him a sexy smile. "You made me so wet. You made me so horny. If we were alone, I would have sucked your cock," she said giving him a look that promised him that she'd be sucking his cock later that night. Acting oblivious, she acted as if she had no idea her son had flashed her panties to men walking behind her while on her way to the shoe store. While lifting a handful of the top, back portion of her skirt, Michael walked with his hand at the top of her hip. With the back of her short skirt raised just high enough for the men walking behind her to see her panty clad ass cheeks and panties as she walked, Michael was already flashing her white, bikini panties to unsuspecting men. Never even suspecting that she was his mother and he was her son, some men may have thought that Michael was deliberately flashing his wife's or his girlfriend's panties. They'd never suspect that she was in cohorts with her son in flashing her panties too. If only they knew she was his mother and he was her son having some incestuous flashing fun before having hot, incestuous sex, they'd be so jealous. With so many men wishing they had a mother who looked like her, they all wished they could have sex with someone like her. Yet, after all of the flashing fun was done, she'd be going home with him, her son. After all of the flashing fun was done, the real incestuous sex that they'd surely have tonight was just beginning of their incestuous mother and son sexual affair. "I got the idea when I noticed how many men were walking behind you while staring at your shapely ass," he said with a laugh. When counting the lucky shoe salesman, the dozen or so men who peered down her blouse and bra from the second floor balcony as she sat on a bench while acting oblivious to being peeped on, she had flashed another dozen or so men her panties and tits. "I wish you could have seen the look on the shoe salesman's face," she said with a dirty laugh. "With his eyeballs popping out of his head, he had an erection the whole time he was waiting on me," she said with another laugh. "I thought he was going to cum in his pants. No doubt, he'll be masturbating over all that he saw of me later tonight." Visualizing her flashing the shoe store salesman her panties, Michael had an even stronger sexual attraction to his mother. He had no idea she was so playful. With attending a nude beach with his Mom at the top of his flashing list, he imagined all the sexy fun they could have once the weather was warmer. "I had a good time watching the men standing on the balcony and peering down at you. Every time you leaned forward on the pretense of texting on your phone, you gave them the perfect down blouse view of not only your cleavage and bra but also your areolas and nipples," he said. She smiled a self-satisfied smile. "I purposely chose that bra because it's a little big on me and when I lean forward, it does too. Being exposed that much, I feel as if I'm sitting there topless," she said with a dirty laugh. "As much as I love flashing men my panties, I love flashing men my tits too." Next were the four lucky men riding behind her on the escalator up when she seemingly and serendipitously bent at the waist on the pretense of fixing her shoe. Intentionally flashing them a panty clad view between her legs, with them standing lower and her standing higher, it was as if she was standing on a ladder while wearing a short skirt. "I was watching the reaction of those four men who were behind you on the escalator. They were already leaning down trying to see up your short skirt but then when you bent at the waist on the pretense of fixing your shoe, they went ballistic," said Michael. "I only wish I was on the escalator with them to see all that they were seeing of you." She smiled her sexual excitement at her son. "I'm sure they had a good look at my panty clad pussy from their low angle," she said with another dirty laugh. Finally, there were the dozen or so men who took turns standing in front of her curtained dressing room to peep on her undressing and dressing as she tried on clothes while acting oblivious to their peeping. "Being that I had to stand back away from the curtain, not wanting them to think we were working as a team deliberately flashing them, I couldn't see what they were seeing," said Michael. "How much did they see of you, Mother?" She gave him a sexy smile. "Trust me, as if they were peeping on a striptease show, I gave them plenty to see," she said with another dirty laugh. "Posing for them in the mirror, they saw me from the front and from the back. They saw me removing my skirt and blouse and standing in my underwear. They saw me removing my bra to try on tight sweaters and they saw me naked to try on bikinis," she said looking at her son with sexual excitement as if she was still standing naked in the dressing room. "I showed them everything they hoped to see," she said. * * * * * A successful day of flashing, she should have been nominated for an Academy Award for her acting oblivious to men peeping on her while deliberately flashing them. She guesstimated that she flashed at least 75 men, maybe even as many as 150 men her panties and/or her tits. In the old days, after she divorced her husband and didn't have a man in her life, she'd masturbate herself while recalling all of her flashing fun. In the old days, before she even made it out of the mall, at least one man she had flashed would have hit on her, try to pick her up, and take her home for sex. Only, she had her son there with her to save her from that annoying aggravation. No woman, even an exhibitionist woman, even a woman who enjoys showing her body to men, especially a woman who enjoys showing her body to men, wants to be accosted. Only, even though she flashed hundreds of men, maybe even thousands of men since she had been flashing men from the age of 18-years-old, she never went home with anyone. Just because she enjoyed flashing men her panties, her cleavage, her bra, and her tits, didn't mean she wanted to have sex with every man or any man she flashed. Just because she enjoyed flashing bits and pieces of her sexy, shapely body, didn't mean that she was a slut or a whore. At least as far as she was concerned, she wasn't a whore or a slut. The odd thing about exposing herself, although some may think otherwise and accuse her of being a slut and/or a whore, she wasn't a slut or a whore. Against all who she is and all that she was, she'd never have sex with someone she had just met and didn't know. With the men she flashed thinking that they were at the right place and in the right time, it was enough for her to tease men. It was enough for her to flash her sexy, shapely body to unsuspecting men, especially when they didn't think that her flashing was intentional. She more enjoyed the shock value of flashing unsuspecting men. She more enjoyed seeing the surprised look on the faces of the men she flashed when they realized that they were seeing something that, even though they hoped to see, shouldn't be seeing. Maybe not nearly enough for them but it was plenty enough for her to have men see her and not touch her. Seemingly, in the way that she didn't want to have sex with any of the men she flashed, she wanted them all to wish they could have sex with her. The only man she looked forward to having sex with was her son. Flashing men her underwear and more wasn't about having a man she didn't know and had never met pick her up for sex. She wasn't looking to have sex with anyone. Her flashing wasn't about sex, per se. Her flashing was more about how she felt about herself when flashing than about how they felt about seeing her flash. With men staring at her, leering at what they could see of her, and sexually wanting her while ogling at her panties, her cleavage, her bra, and her tits, her flashing unsuspecting men made her feel wanted and desired. Call her exhibitionism her fetish, if you will, but her flashing was an effect caused from something deeper than just wanting to show her shapely, sexy body and/or to have sex. Her flashing was an effect and a result of something that she needed to do because of all of the deplorable, sexual abuse that she suffered and endured as a child. Even though she had years of psychological therapy, whenever the need resurfaced deep inside her for her to flash a man, she had to fill that need by flashing herself. She was unable to control the impulse to open her knees to flash men her panties in an up skirt. She was unable to stop herself from leaning forward to flash her cleavage, her bra, her areolas, and her nipples to a man in a down blouse peek. In the way that an alcoholic needs a drink or a gambler needs to make a bet, the only way she could stop the overwhelming feeling was to flash bits and pieces of her underwear clad, topless, and/or naked body. Besides, no matter, other than how she felt about herself, what was the harm? She wasn't hurting anyone. If anything, she was giving a multitude of men something to masturbate over later. If anything, she was not only sexually exciting men but she was pleasuring herself by masturbating herself when thinking about all of the men she flashed. Seeing all of the shocked and surprised looks on their faces, encouraged and motivated her to flash herself even more. Admittedly, sometimes she wished she could stop flashing. Sometimes she felt wickedly guilty about flashing. Sometimes she wondered if she should talk to someone, a professional, about her apparent need to flash herself. It never made sense to her, if she was forced to expose her underwear clad and naked body as a child, why would she willingly expose her underwear clad and naked body as an adult. With her not having the need to flash herself in a while, especially when she felt controlled by her need to flash someone, she thought she finally had her flashing under control. Before her trip to the mall with Michael, it had been a long while, months, since she had flashed any man her panties, her cleavage, and/or her bra. The last time she flashed was when she flashed a man her tits at a barbeque last summer. Making her flash appear accidental, when she was alone with the man, a move she had practiced before when alone, she lost her bikini top in the pool just by bobbing up and down. Yet, with Michael as her flashing accomplice, after exposing herself to him and after having sex with him, he had awakened her need to flash herself again. Fortunately for her, no one she knew ever saw her flashing herself at the mall and even if they had, with no one the wiser, she always made her flashing appear accidental. Over the years, she had flashed every male friend, every male acquaintance, and every male relative. Carrying her flashing to the work place, she had flashed every male employee and every male boss. With no man ever suspecting her of deliberately flashing them, she had become expert at secretyly flashing men up skirts and down blouses. With some people who had been sexually abused turning to alcohol, drugs, suicide, and/or becoming sexual abusers themselves, she flashed her panties and/or she flashed her tits to unsuspecting men. The least harmless of the effects caused from being physically, emotionally, and sexually abused, it sexually excited her to show men her panties, her cleavage, her bra, her areolas, her nipples, her tits, and even her naked ass and pussy. Oxymoronic that she'd want to show men her semi-naked and/or naked body after they forced her to have sex with them, it was fairly common for women and men to become flashers after they were sexually abused as children. She couldn't even put a number on how many men she had flashed her underwear clad, topless, and/or naked body to in the course of her life, hundreds perhaps, maybe even thousands. Going back decades, she had been flashing her sexy, shapely body ever since she turned 18-years-old. Only, now that she was older, not counting today's flashing fun at the mall, she hadn't been flashing her body in the way she used to flash her body when she was in her 20's and 30's. Back then, a literal flashing machine, she was always flashing herself. Back then, she was lucky that some man hadn't raped her, beat her, or murdered her and tossed her cut up body in garbage bags in a dumpster or dumped her lifeless, weighted down body at sea. Happy for the company, she was glad that she had an escort to protect her from men who didn't take her flashing as harmless, sexy fun in the way that she had and in the way that her son obviously had too. She was glad that Michael was there to save her from being kidnapped, sexually molested, violently violated, raped, and/or worse. Having spent her life flashing alone and taking too many risks, she had some close calls and harrowing experiences with men who wouldn't take no for an answer. Just because she flashed them her panties in an up skirt or her cleavage and bra in a down blouse, some men thought she was a slut and/or a whore. Some men who were twisted in their sexual feelings towards women thought she was an easy mark and that she'd have sex with them. Some men thought that just because she flashed them that they could touch her, grope her, and feel her where only she wanted and invited men to touch her, grope her, and feel her. Only, what they thought was sex in their minds, was violence in her mind. Being forced by someone to do something that they deem sexual against her will and being raped by someone is not sex but a violent act. Fortunately for her, what she had in her favor was that she was tall, as tall as most men and she knew how to handle herself too. Not wanting to call attention to themselves, men who sexually and/or physically abuse women don't want a woman who may make a scene and/or fight back. They'd rather grab a petite woman, someone 5' tall, who weighed 100 pounds, and who won't give them any trouble. They're more looking for a victim for violence than they are looking for a willing, sexual partner. Now, with her son, Michael in her head and in her bed, she no longer needed to masturbate herself while replaying the thoughts of all of the flashing she did when she had him to sexually satisfy her. With her never having a exhibitionism partner in crime and someone to discuss her flashing with before, other than her psychiatrist, she was obviously looking forward to discussing her flashing fun with her son now. Sharing her enthusiasm for his mother flashing her sexy, shapely body, Michael couldn't wait to have some hot pillow talk about her flashing so very many men before, during, and after having sex. Now, that she flashed herself at the mall, he wondered if she'd agree to attend a nude beach with him this summer. 'Wow! How hot would that be to walk around naked with his naked mother?' * * * * * Michael unloaded the bundles from her shopping spree from the trunk of his mother's car while his mother ran in the house to pee. A special day for his mom, today was her flashing adventure and shopping spree rolled into one. He was just happy to be there with her and to watch her flashing a small multitude of men. Not really needing to buy anything anyway, this was the first time he went to the mall without buying anything and without even looking at anything other than his mother flashing men. Normally, like most men, he only goes to the mall when he needs to buy something whereas women go to the mall to window shop. He wasn't much of a window shopper. If he needed something, in and out of the store within five minutes, he'd walk in the store, buy the item, and leave. With all of her purchases lined up on the living room carpet against the couch, his mother emerged from the bathroom, there was a flashing story attached to each one. She bought the pair of brown boots and black boots when she was flashing the shoe salesman. On the pretense of fixing her shoe, she bent at the waist when riding the escalator up while flashing her panties to the four men standing behind her. Acting obvious to their stares, she flashed men standing on the balcony down blouse views of her cleavage, her bra, her areolas, and her nipples while sitting on a bench and looking through her purchases. She bought the remainder of her clothes in a clothing store that had curtains on their dressing room after giving men a show of her underwear clad, topless, and naked body. Losing the House but Winning Mom 14 * * * * * Already stripping off her clothes, as if he was the one being flashed and she was flashing him, a sexy sight to behold, Michael's mother emerged from the bathroom wearing just her bra and panties. When seeing his mother in her panty bra, something he still had a difficult time getting used to seeing, he still couldn't believe he was allowed to see his mother in all manners of undress. A sexual fantasy come true, he still couldn't believe he had sex with his mother last night. He couldn't believe they went flashing while shopping today. Always hating to go shopping, now he couldn't wait to go again. While discussing her flashing adventures on the way to the mall and while at the mall, he hoped to have sex with his mother again tonight. "I can't wait to talk about all the flashing I did Michael. But first I need something to eat and I need a drink, a real drink," she said. "Being that we've been out all day, how about I order us a pizza?" When she looked down at the bulge in his pants in the way that he stared at her bra and panties, he wondered if she was going to get sausage on her pizza. "Pizza sounds good to me, Mom, I mean, Jennifer," he said when his mother shot him a look for calling her Mom. The only place she encouraged him to call her Mom or Mother, if he'd like, was when they were in bed together having sex. I think I still have some beer left in the fridge," he said getting up to make his mother a drink, a dry, gin martini with two olives and to grab a beer for himself. The thought of ordering pizza inspired him to imagine his mother lying on the dining room table naked. He imagined her naked body smeared with tomato sauce and covered with sausages, black olives, and extra cheese. If there was a perfect topping type of pizza that he'd like to eat, that's the kind of pizza he was hungry to eat. Forget about food and forget about eating pizza, he wanted to eat his mother. Forget about sausages, he'd like to stick his sausage in his mother's mouth before burying his sausage in her pussy. Sexually aroused from watching her flashing so very many men, he wanted to finger her and lick her pussy while reaching up to feel her naked breasts, fondle her naked breasts, and finger her naked nipples. He wanted to listen to her tell him how she felt flashing men her panties and her tits while he made love to her pussy with his mouth. After they ate their pizza, he couldn't wait to get his mother in bed naked. He couldn't wait for her to tell him how she felt about flashing her underwear clad, topless, and naked body to so very many men. "Being that I'm still reeling from so many men seeing my panties and my tits," she said suddenly looking sexually aroused. She paused before speaking again as if she was thinking about not saying what she was going to say next. "What if you helped me flash the pizza delivery man," she said with a dirty laugh. She gave him a naughty look and a sexy smile. Michael looked at his mother with renewed sexual arousal. "Really? Seriously?" He looked at his mother as if she was joking with him and teasing him but then when he saw that she wasn't, he was sexually excited over watching his mother flash the pizza delivery man. "I'd love to help you flash the pizza delivery man. Just tell me what you need me to do," he said scratching his head. Not knowing how she'd flash the pizza delivery man, he thought about his mother answering the door wearing just a towel and dropping the towel while reaching for the pizza. Yet, fairly common, he wondered how many women flashed the pizza delivery man by deliberately dropping their towel to flash them their naked bodies. Too many towel dropping flashes to appear unintentional, he thought they'd have to think of something else. He thought about her answering the door in her bra and panty, topless, or even naked. It excited him to think of a man seeing his mother's tits, ass, and pussy up close, close enough to touch them and to feel them. Only, this was their new neighborhood and flashing here was risky business. Not only didn't they want to be found out that they were mother and son living together as boyfriend/girlfriend and/or as husband/wife, they didn't want anyone to know that Jennifer was an exhibitionist. What they did behind closed bedroom doors wasn't anyone's business as long as they kept their sexual escapades behind closed, bedroom doors and didn't include the neighborhood as party to their flashing. Mindful of all the children that lived in the neighborhood, they needed to be discreet. What if one of the neighbors were to see her flashing the pizza delivery man? What if the pizza delivery man told people in the neighborhood that she flashed him? The only way she could get away with flashing the pizza delivery man and not have it come back at her was to make her flash appear unintentional and accidental instead of deliberate. Difficult to pull off but dropping her towel to the male, room service attendant was something she had done many times before. Only, with her there that day and gone the next, she didn't care if her flashes appeared unintentional or deliberate. "I'm so horny from flashing on the highway and in the mall that I'm still in the mood to flash men my body," she said. She reached for her pocketbook to dig out her cell phone to call for pizza delivery. "Only," he looked at her dumbfounded how she'd even go about flashing the pizza delivery man. "How would we even do that?" She answered his question with a sexy smile before telling him the details. "Well," she said looking at him as if she had done this before. "Pretending I had just gotten out of the shower, when I see his car coming down the cul-de-sac, I'll wait for him outside on the front porch while wearing just my towel," she said swooning with what she was obviously going to say next. "None of our neighbors can see me standing on the front porch as long as I stay close to the front door." Suddenly, he envisioned his mother standing outside and wearing nothing but a towel that barely covered her big tits, her brown pussy, and the curve of her shapely ass. "Okay, this sounds good so far," he looked at her while suddenly sharing her sexual excitement. "Then what?" She gave him a devious smile that made him wonder if she had ever done this before. "With me standing close to the door, before he arrives, you take a corner of the towel and jam it in the door jamb while closing it. Then, when he walks up the front steps with the pizza and I walk towards him and, viola, the stuck towel will pull from my body. Not immediately realizing that I'm naked, standing there naked and in shock, I'll give him a few seconds to ogle my naked, sexy body. Then, while standing there and trying to cover my nakedness with the stuck towel, I'll bang on the door trying to get inside. Then, you open the front door and I run inside as if I'm embarrassed, mortified, and totally humiliated," she said. Michael looked at his mother as if she was already standing there naked. "Wow! I like it," he said. "I think that will work." She made a sexually excited face. "I know it will work," she said with a dirty laugh. "I've done the towel drop many times before." * * * * * Thirty minutes after they called for pizza, Jennifer was already standing on her front porch naked but for her white, oversized, cotton towel. Michael had already jammed the corner of her towel in the front door and as soon as his mother walked towards the pizza man, he'd pull more of her towel through the tight opening of the door. As if this was a Candid Camera joke, she wouldn't be able to rewrap herself in time before the pizza delivery man saw her naked tits, her naked pussy, and her naked ass. To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Losing the House but Winning Mom 15 Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * Brazen in her continued flashing of her naked body, Jennifer flashes the pizza delivery man while her son watches. With money in hand, Jennifer stood on the front porch wrapped in an oversized towel while excitedly waiting for the pizza delivery man to arrive with her pizza. As if she was a snow maiden from Reykjavik, Iceland, she looked like Marilyn Monroe wearing a white dress in The Seven Year Itch. Swathed in white that coordinated with her blonde hair and fair skin, she looked like an expensive gift wrapped in terrycloth instead of bubble wrap. With the woman on the phone telling her that the pizza delivery man would be there in 30 minutes, she knew he'd be there in 20 minutes. They always said the delivery took longer in case it did and for people not to call looking for their pizza. After waiting only fifteen minutes, with her somehow knowing he'd be there soon, any minute actually, she opened her front door and handed the end of her towel to Michael. With her shapely body pressed against the front door, he jammed the end of her towel inside the door jamb before tightly closing the front door. Making sure the towel wouldn't pull away from the door, Michael pulled the towel tighter from the other side of the door. Seemingly the perfect flashing plan, Jennifer stood on the front porch ready to flash the pizza delivery man. Fortunately for her, she lived at the end of a cul-de-sac with a lot of mature trees blocking her neighbors view from seeing her standing on her front porch clad only in her towel. With there some young children out and about in the neighborhood, she didn't want to flash anyone other than the pizza delivery man. Immediately recognizing his car from the pizza delivery sign perched on the roof, she saw him enter her street. Slowly making his way down her street while reading the numbers, she watched him drive closer. Ready and waiting for him, excitedly eager to flash him, seemingly she couldn't wait to lose her towel and for him to see her naked body. Obscured behind a curtain, Michael peeked out the interior side, porch window that gave him the best view of the front porch, of the pizza delivery man walking up the front steps, and of his mother standing on the porch hopefully naked. From their assigned surveillance spots, mother and son watched the pizza delivery man park his car, climb out, remove the pizza from the backseat, and walk up the walkway. As soon as he walked up the walkway and spotted Jennifer standing on the front porch wearing nothing more than her towel and slippers, as if he knew what was coming next, he smiled a knowing smile. With her nor Michael not knowing what he was thinking, perhaps his immediate smile was a telling sign what he may have supposed would happen next. Maybe he was just happy to see a sexy, shapely, attractive blonde instead of an older, less attractive woman or an obese man. Maybe, with her blatantly standing there in her towel, perhaps he suspected a towel drop and hoped that she'd flash him her big tits or even her naked body. No doubt this wasn't the first time someone flashed him their tits and/or their naked body while he delivered their pizza. Only, women who flashed the pizza delivery man usually remained inside of their houses and it wasn't until they opened the front door that they dropped their towel. It wasn't until they were paying him with one hand while reaching for the pizza with the other hand that, 'oops', the towel fell. This was different. With her standing on her front porch, if she was intent on flashing him, this was something new. Maybe she was just getting out of the shower or about to take a shower and she wasn't going to flash him at all. Maybe his obviously thinking that she'd flash him her tits and/or her naked body was just wishful thinking on his part. "Hi," she said giving him a big smile. As if she was already standing there naked, the pizza delivery man never removed his eyes from his mother. With pizza delivery men being flashed the most, Michael wondered if he knew there was something more than just a woman standing on her front porch in a towel waiting for the delivery of her pizza. With his mother standing outside on the front porch in her towel, Michael wondered if the pizza delivery man suspected what would happen next. At this point, too late, it didn't matter if the pizza delivery man suspected that his mother was about to flash him or not. With the towel already jammed in the door, there was no turning back now. "Hi," he said returning her smile. As soon as he put his foot on the first, front porch step, taking that as her cue, just as she had planned it, Jennifer took two steps forward. Obviously, as if someone was holding her around her waist, she could certainly feel the stuck towel resisting her forward progression. With one end of the towel tucked in her waist and the other end of the towel stuck in the door, it would take much of a pull to loosen the towel from her naked body. With the stuck towel not giving her any freedom of movement, as soon as she moved forward, as if she was a shiny new car being unwrapped, the towel slid from her body and she was naked. As the towel slid down her sexy, shapely body, waving away her morals and modesty, his mother was naked. Naked, Jennifer was naked. Michael stared at his naked mother in the same way that the pizza delivery man stared at his naked mother. Only, with her his mother, with him having already seen his mother naked, and with him already having had sex with his mother, the sight of his naked mother meant much more to him than it surely did to the pizza delivery man. Moreover, the fact that his mother was totally naked in front of another man was as sexually exciting for Michael as it, no doubt, was for his mother too. Only, intent on walking closer while staring at Jennifer's naked body, the pizza delivery man wasn't watching where he was going tripped up the front stairs and nearly dropped the pizza. "Oh, my God," she said feigning her embarrassment while turning one way before turning the other way. She made sure that he got a good look at her entire, naked body. Watching and obviously enjoying the naked show his mother was giving, the man just stood there while watching Jennifer desperately trying to pull at the jammed towel to cover herself. He watched his mother squat down to try and pull the towel from out of the front door to free it and for to cover herself. In the way that Michael watched from the side window while hidden behind the curtain, the pizza delivery man watched his naked mother from the confines of the front porch. With her every movement that she made, he watched his mother's naked tits move side to side and bounce while she desperately tried to free her towel by pulling on it. "Let me try," said the man pulling at her stuck towel with one hand while looking up at her and ogling her naked body. When he squatted down in the way she had just done, he was only inches away from her blonde, trimmed, naked pussy. Jennifer pounded on the front door before ringing the front door bell. "Michael. Let me in. Michael! God, this is so embarrassing. Please be a gentleman and avert your eyes. Please don't look at me," she said covering her tits with her forearm and her ass with her other hand. "Please don't look at my ass. Please don't look at my tits. Please don't look at my pussy," she said turning to face him before turning away from him. Obviously realizing that this naked flash was deliberate, not adverting his eyes, the pizza delivery man continued staring at all that Jennifer was showing. "Sorry lady but I've already seen your naked body," he said with a dirty, little laugh. Michael opened the front door and, as if she was on fire, Jennifer dashed inside. If she was feeling the heat from any flames, she was on sexual fire after flashing the pizza delivery man her naked body. She ran in her bedroom to get dressed. "Pay him for the pizza," she said handing Michael the money as she ran by him before disappearing in her bedroom. Michael watched the pizza delivery man still staring at his mother's ass in the same way that all of those truckers on the highway stared at her naked breasts and the men in the mall stared at all she was flashing them. "Sorry about that. I've never seen my wife as embarrassed," he said accepting the pizza from the man, paying him, and giving him a big tip. "I'll never hear the end of asking her to order pizza," he said with a laugh. The pizza delivery man gave him a big smile. "If it's any consolation, she made my day," he said with a laugh. "You're one lucky man to have a wife who looks as good as that. Thanks for the tip." * * * * * Ready to eat her pizza with the pizza delivery man gone, Jennifer emerged from her bedroom fully dressed. "Did you see the look on the pizza delivery man's face when you walked to him and the towel pulled from you and slid from your naked body," he said. "It couldn't have worked any better." She gave him a naughty look and a sexy smile. "Stop it, Michael, you're making me horny," she said with a dirty laugh. In the way she sexually looked at him, he sexually looked at her. Without doubt, in the way they'll be having hot pillow talk about her flashing at the mall and flashing the pizza delivery man, they'll be having hot sex later tonight too. "As if a scene in a movie, it couldn't have been planned any better. In the way of a shroud slowly sliding down from a work of art, a sculpture, the towel slid off of you," he said looking at her as if she was still naked. She gave her son a sexually aroused look. "No, I didn't see any of that but I wish I had. Not wanting my flash to appear deliberate, I was too busy playing my part as the mortified woman. I was too busy acting embarrassed. I think if I had looked at him, I would have ruined the moment by showing my sexual excitement instead of my embarrassment," she said. "Besides a more normal reaction for a woman who is supposed to be embarrassed would be not to make eye contact with the man." When the impressions her nipples made through her blouse and bra were too obvious not to notice, he stared at her as if she was standing there topless in the way she was naked a moment ago. Obviously, his mother was still so very sexually excited. He couldn't wait to have sex with her tonithg. He couldn't wait to talk about all her exhibitionism and all of the other men's voyeurism today. "It looked real to me. Had I been the pizza delivery man, I never would have thought your flashing him was deliberate," said Michal. "Instead of just a towel drop, the towel caught in the front door was nothing short of inspired." She bit her lip before licking her lips while obviously replaying flashing the pizza delivery man over again in her mind. He wished he knew what she was thinking. He wished he knew what she was feeling. Then she said something that shocked him. "After all of the flashing I've done today, I was so sexually excited that I would have fallen to my knees for him," she said looking at her son while obviously looking to see his reaction to what she had just said. "I would have sucked his cock right there on the front porch if he had unzipped himself, pulled out his prick, stuck it in my mouth, and put a heavy hand behind my head." 'Oh, my God,' he thought. Michael looked at his mother stunned while the sexual fantasy that his mother just inspired him to have played through his mind. "Wow," he said. With him imagining the pizza delivery man's cock buried in his mother's mouth, Oh, my God was all that he could think and wow was all that he could say. "I was so horny at that point that I would have blown him, Michael. Had he made a sexual move on me, I really would have. I would have allowed him to cum in my mouth," she said looking at him. "I wished he had pushed me against the front door and fucked me right there on the porch." Michael looked at his mother wide eyed. "Actually," he said while not believing he was saying what he was thinking. "I would have love to have watch you blow the pizza delivery man. I would have loved to watch him fuck you, Mother." She gave him a motherly smile while patting his hand. "I'm so glad that I have you to talk about my sexual feelings. For years, I had not one. For years, I had to keep my sexual thoughts to myself. For years, I had sexual thoughts about you." Not knowing how else to respond to his mother confessing her sexual fantasy of blowing and/or fucking the pizza delivery man, he was glad that they could share their sexual wants and desires without being judged. Still, maybe it was perversely perverted to think that but he would have enjoyed watching his mother sucking the pizza delivery man before fucking the pizza delivery man. How hot would that be to watch his mother blowing the pizza delivery man while the man felt her big tits and fingered her erect nipples? How hot would that be to watch the pizza delivery man fucking his mother? With her sucking him and then with him fucking her, he'd be masturbating himself from behind the curtain of the front porch window while watching the man having his wicked, sexual way with his mother. * * * * * Now, that he witnessed his mother flashing her naked body again, with him never having had that thought before, he wondered what it felt like to flash someone his naked body. In the way his mother obviously enjoyed flashing men her tits, her ass, and her pussy, he wondered what it would be like to flash women his cock. Later, when they're having sex, with her having flashed about one hundred men her panties, her cleavage, her bra, her nipples, her areolas, her ass, her pussy, and/or her tits, he'd ask her during pillow talk about her day of flashing. Hopefully giving him more insight into how she felt sexually, he couldn't wait to have that conversation with her. "Well, with his eyes nearly popping out of his head and with him stumbling up the steps while walking towards you, he almost dropped the pizza," said Michael with a laugh. Replaying it over and again in his head, he was unable to stop replaying the towel sliding down from his mother's shapely body and her exposing herself to the pizza man. When he wasn't thinking of that, he was visualizing his mother sucking the man's cock or the man fucking his mother up against the front door. Seemingly as if ready for more flashing fun, she gave him the same smile she gave him when she was standing before him naked in that motel room. Even though she was fully dressed now, he looked at her as if she was still naked. He only wished he had had known she was an exhibitionist before. While wondering what she looked like naked, he thought of all the years he wasted masturbating over the thoughts of his mother's naked body. Now that they had sex, he thought of all the years he wasted while wondering what it would be like to have sex with his mother. "That would have been funny if I saw the look on his face but I was too busy pretending that I was struggling with my towel caught in the front door," she said. "Yet, whether I saw him looking or not, I know he was staring at all that I was showing. Tingling all over, I could feel him ogling my naked body with his leering eyes. Just as I can't believe that I flashed him my tits, my ass, and my pussy, I can't believe that he saw my tits, my ass, and my pussy." He smiled at his mother while nodding his head. "As if you were a plate food at a banquet and he was a starving man, he never removed his eyes from you," said Michael. "I'm surprised he didn't reach out and touch you, grope you, feel you, and fondle you." She seemed flattered by his food analogy. "That's the beauty of flashing with a partner. What I didn't see, you did and will tell me all that I missed seeing later. Nevertheless, whether I saw him looking or not, that was so very sexually exciting to flash him my tits, my pussy, and my ass," she said. "Being that he was right there, not two feet from me and close enough to touch me, grope me, feel me, and fondle me, made me tingle all over. With me suddenly so horny, I couldn't help from imagining him touching me, groping me, feeling me, and fondling me, while having his wicked sexual way with me," she said. She swooned while wrapping her arms around herself as if she was naked again. He looked at her with curiosity while a pang of jealousy and possessiveness took hold of him. What the Hell is this? Suddenly, he was jealous. Is he not enough for his mother? Suddenly he felt possessive of her being his, only his. Is his mother now interested in having sex with other men? If his mother is not interested in having sex with other men, maybe there's more that they could both explore sexually. In the way his father wanted her to participate in the swinging lifestyle, maybe this is the perfect time to suggest what she wouldn't do with his father but may do with him. Imagining the hot summer expanding their sexual fun, nude beach and sex in public here we come. Still he was more than curious about how she felt flashing herself. Now that she confessed that she had sexual thoughts of blowing the pizza delivery man before fucking the pizza delivery man, he wondered if she had sexual thoughts for the truckers who saw her tits on the highway too. He now wondered if they had stopped at a rest area, if she would have had sex with one of the truckers. Maybe while flashing the shoe salesman her panties at the shoe store, she had sexual thoughts for him too. Maybe she wished he had stuck his face between her legs and licked her pussy through her panty. Maybe when she was naked behind the curtain of the dressing room in the clothing store, had a man been brazen enough to push back the curtain and walk inside with her, she would have done him too. Now he wondered even more about his mother and her past. Maybe his mother wasn't being totally honest with him. Maybe more than just being an exhibitionist, she was a slut and a whore too. Maybe long before she had sex with him, after leaving his father, she had sex with other men while flashing herself at the mall. Or maybe after flashing them, she had sex with the plumber or the electrician while his father was at work. Maybe she flashed and had sex with any man who happened to come knocking at her door. Maybe there's more to his mother than her just flashing her semi-naked and naked body to unsuspecting men. Maybe with some men not taking no for an answer, his mother had sex with them just for them to leave her alone. Maybe there were other things that happened in her past that his mother wasn't telling him. Maybe because his mother was a slut and a whore was the reason why his father left her. Only, she was his mother and no matter what she did or didn't do, he'd never think of her as a slut or a whore. If anything, he was glad that she enjoyed exposing herself to unsuspecting men. He was glad that she liked to show what men shouldn't see of her. "It's that what it feels like to flash?" He paused while debating if he should say what he was thinking. "Tingling all over and getting horny enough to have sex with a stranger?" She shivered as if she was cold when, no doubt, she was sexually aroused. "Flashing oneself is a sexually freeing experience," she said. "It wouldn't be the same if I just stood there naked. Showing a my panties and/or my bra instead of showing it all is much more sexually exciting. Besides, making my flashing appear unintentional, saves me from being deemed a slut, a whore, and/or a woman looking for sex. And yes, sometimes, if the man is good looking enough, I've been tempted to have sex with him but never have." Believing her and taking her at face value but still he wondered if she was being honest in confessing that she never had sex with any man she flashed. Losing the House but Winning Mom 15 "With you flashing so very men, I'm surprised you weren't tempted to have sex with one of more of them," he said baiting his mother to tell him more. She gave him a sexy smile. "I was tempted many times but rather than have sex with anyone other than your father, I'd go home and masturbate myself," she said and he believed her. Forget about the pizza, she looked at her son as if she was ready to have sex right there. "You're right," he said. "Rather than making your flashes appear deliberate, it's better for the man to think that he was there at the right place and in the right time. Obviously thinking about what she was going to say next, she gave him a sexy look. He couldn't believe what she said next. "In the way that I've flashed men, maybe for you to feel what it's like to flash someone, perhaps I can flash your cock to women sometime," she looked at him as if waiting to see his response. When he was too shocked to respond, she continued. "Would you like that?" She stepped to him to grab his cock through his pants and underwear. "Would you like me to flash your dick to unsuspecting women in the way that I flashed myself to unsuspecting men today?" He didn't know what to say. He didn't how to answer that question. Yet, as if someone else had answered her, he heard himself answer her question. "Yes," he said as if in a trance while imagining flashing some of his mother's hot friends and sexy neighbors his cock. * * * * * It wasn't until after he watched his mother flashing her panties, her cleavage, her bra, her areolas, and her nipples to unsuspecting men at the mall that he had developed a fever for watching his mother flash herself. She was such a professional flasher. Just as no one would ever suspect that they were mother and son, no one would ever suspect that she was flashing them deliberately. Where other women would be embarrassed, humiliated, mortified, and ashamed for someone to see something they shouldn't see of her, pretending her flashes were unintentional instead of deliberate, she acted oblivious to the stares of men. She pretended not to notice them looking, leering, and staring at all that she was showing and all that they were seeing. With her obviously acting as if her flashes were serendipitous surprises whenever she was flashing men, she obviously enjoyed flashing bits and pieces of her hot body to unsuspecting men. With her evidently knowing what she wanted to show them was what they wanted to see, she apparently enjoyed showing men what she wanted them to see of her beautiful body. He loved seeing the looks on men's faces when seeing something of his mother than they shouldn't be seeing. With them only looking but not being able to touch, after his mother confessed to wanting to blow and/or fuck the pizza delivery man, he knew the next progression from flashing was watching his mother having sex with another man. Just as his father wanted to do with his mother and she refused, now that she was more sexual and into flashing again, he wondered if she'd participate in the swinging lifestyle with him. Only, as sexually exciting as he imagined it would be to watch her having sex with another man, talking about doing something and actually doing something were two separate things. Uncharted ground, he didn't know if his mother would have sex with anyone else but with him. Not wanting to rock the boat and ruin the sexual relationship they were now enjoying, maybe he shouldn't push the envelope by mentioning them participating in the swinging lifestyle. Moreover, as sexually excited as he imagined he'd be having sex with other women, just as he didn't know if his mother would have sex with other men, he didn't know if his mother would want him to have sex with anyone but with her. It wasn't until after he watched his mother flashing her semi-naked and naked body to unsuspecting men on the highway and at that mall that he envied all of the sexual attention she received from unsuspecting men. If only in the way she had men wrapped around her finger by showing them her panties, her cleavage, her bra, her nipples, and her areolas, he envied her ability to so control the opposite sex. Wishing he could receive the same amount of sexual attention from women, he only wished he could so control women in the way she so controlled men by merely flashing them bits and pieces of her hot, sexy body. With him now so very horny, it wasn't until he watched his mother flash the pizza delivery man that the feverish thought of flashing unsuspecting women his cock took hold of him. * * * * * Maybe there was something in the water. Maybe there was something in the air. Maybe there was something in the added hormones in the milk. Maybe there was some hormonal chemical in the processed foods that he ate but he didn't think about flashing unsuspecting women his penis until his mother flashed unsuspecting men her ass, her pussy, and her tits. He never thought about flashing unsuspecting women his cock until his mother mentioned flashing his cock to unsuspecting women. Surprising women by flashing them, he never thought about flashing unsuspecting women his cock until he watched his mother flash unsuspecting men her panties, her cleavage, her bra, her nipples, and her areolas. Now, especially after she volunteered to help him flash unsuspecting women his cock, as if catching a contagious, flashing disease, he was thinking more about flashing women in the way his mother had flashed men. While imagining the shocked expressions on their faces, imagining himself flashing women his prick, like mother like son, he thought more about flashing himself to women. Now instead of just thinking about flashing women as a sexual fantasy, he was thinking how to flash his cock without being arrested and without having his name added to the sex registry list as his new reality. It was one thing for women to flash their naked bodies to men but it was something else entirely for men to flash their naked bodies to women. In the way it was acceptable behavior for women to be exposing themselves to men, it wasn't as acceptable behavior for men to be exposing themselves to women. In the way he saw how it sexually aroused his mother to flash bits and pieces of her semi-naked and naked body to men, it sexually aroused him to watch her flash bits and pieces of her semi-naked and naked body to men. Now, thinking about doing some flashing himself, the thought of exposing his cock to women sexually aroused him. In the way he saw the looks on men's faces when seeing all that his mother freely and willingly showed them of her sexy, shapely body, he'd like to see the looks on women's faces when flashing them his cock. 'Oh, my God, if only I could, I would,' he thought. Daring them to look and not turn away, in the way that men stare, leer, and ogle women, he wondered if women would stare, leer, and ogle him. He wondered if they'd look or if they'd turn away. More than just flashing them, he'd like to masturbate himself in front of women. He'd love for women to masturbate him. He'd love to cum for women. He'd love for women to suck him and allow him to cum in their mouths. With women taking their cocks in their mouths to suck them, how hot must it be to be a CFNM stripper? Only and unfortunately, most women don't react to seeing a man's penis in the same way that most men react to seeing women's asses, pussies, and tits. Unless when they were with their one, special someone, most women are more about romance, love, marriage, and babies than they are about men's flaccid cocks, erect penises, and sex. In the way that most men are sexually excited to see what they shouldn't see of a woman, most women are mortified to see what they shouldn't see of a man, namely his penis whether flaccid or erect. Most women have no inclination to see any man's cock who's not their boyfriend, their lover, or their husband. Most women would rather flash a man, whether deliberately or unintentionally than to have a man flash them deliberately or unintentionally. Yet, if they were to be flashed by a man, the only man the average woman would be interested in seeing is their boyfriend, their husband, and/or their lover. Yet, if they were to be flashed by a man who wasn't their boyfriend, husband, and/or lover, the only way the average woman would be interested in seeing a man's cock was if they saw his cock in an unintentional flash. The only way the average woman would be interested in seeing a man's cock is if they saw his prick without the man knowing that he was so exposed. The only way the average woman would be interested in seeing a man's cock is if the man didn't know they were looking and didn't catch them looking. The only way the average woman would be interested in seeing a man's cock is if she was with a group of other women while at a CFNM strip club. In the way that women are free to show their sexy semi-naked and naked body to admiring, appreciative, and horny men, unless they're at a CFNM strip club, women weren't as interested in seeing men's naked pricks. In the way that women are deemed sexy when flashing men, men are deemed perverted when flashing women. Nonetheless, leaving the thought of flashing his cock to unsuspecting women in the back of his mind, he didn't think any more about flashing his prick until his mother mentioned she was hosting a lingerie party for one of her friends. 'Huh? What? A lingerie part? Is that what she just said? Seriously? Are you kidding me? Oh, my God, how hot is that? He'd love to be a fly on the wall for that party,' he thought. As if a sign from God, what better time would it be to flash his cock to a bunch of sexy, drunken women, while in their underwear? Only, thinking about flashing women his cock is one thing, actually flashing women his cock is something else entirely. How in the Hell would he even do it without making himself look perversely perverted? He couldn't just pull out his dick and flash someone. Somehow and someway, in the way that his mother was expert at doing, he'd have to make his flash appear unintentional. Unless he was caught coming out of the shower without the modesty of a towel, it was so much easier for a woman to flash a man than it was for a man to flash a woman. Still, his cock hardened with the thought of seeing women modeling their sexy bras and panties. He'd love to see a bunch of older, inebriated women, women his mother's age, who were hopefully as sexually horny as was his mother, parading around in their underwear. How hot would that be to see women he didn't know and had never even met before standing in his living room in their sexy, low cut bras, French bikini panties, and short, low cut, sheer, and nearly see-through nightgowns? 'Oh, my God, now there's a party he'd like to be invited to attend,' he thought. If only he could, he would. Only, knowing the party was for women only, he'd never be allowed to stay to watch the lingerie show. He'd make them feel uncomfortable with all his staring, leering, gawking, and ogling of their nearly naked bodies. If there was a time to set up a hidden video camera somewhere in his house, this was the time to do that. He'd love to watch the hidden camera recording all of the sexy action on his computer in his room while masturbating himself as the lingerie show going on downstairs. Yet, not knowing if she was joking or serious, he didn't think anymore of flashing his cock to women until his mother again mentioned flashing him to women who'd appreciate seeing his cock and/or him naked. He didn't think any more of flashing women his cock and/or his naked body until his mother again mentioned deliberately flashing him to some of her select and slutty friends and sexy neighbors at the lingerie party. Now sexually excited, he'd love to see the reactions of women he had never met seeing his naked cock. He wondered how his mother would go about flashing women his cock. If anyone would know how to flash him, she would. When seeing his cock whether making the flash appear unintentional of deliberate, he wondered if they'd look or look away. He wondered if they'd touch it, stroke it, and/or suck it. Moreover, he wondered if his mother would allow him to have sex with her slutty friends and sexy neighbors. No matter if she allowed him to have sex with them on not, just the thought of flashing them his flaccid or erect prick was so very sexually exciting. To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote.