6 comments/ 96931 views/ 66 favorites Mom & Son Discuss Masturbation Ch. 01 By: SusanJillParker Mary catches her son masturbating and wants to return the favor. Part One: Alone with his bad self, Jason moves back home with his mother. It was a warm summer night and thirty-one-year-old Jason was in his bedroom with his door closed. He was angry. He was lonely. He was horny. He was sexually frustrated. After spending time with his mother talking, playing Scrabble, watching a movie, and then having supper, spending more time with his 54-year-old mother than any son his age should, he needed some alone time. With him sitting across from her, he was horny from seeing down blouse flashes of his mother's long line of cleavage and her low cut bra that showed the tops of her meaty breasts every time she leaned forward to make a Scrabble word. She had nice, firm, natural tits, a C cup rack, and tits that didn't jiggle. With him sitting on the floor and with the Scrabble game perched on the hassock, and with his mother sitting on the couch, he had a great, unobscured view up her short skirt. Horny from seeing up skirt flashes of her bright white, cotton panties, he needed to masturbate over all that she was flashing him and over all that he saw of his mother. As if a non-stop looping video, the image of her cleavage, bra, and panties played through his mind endlessly. With her reminding him of that song by Sammy Kershaw, She Doesn't Know She's Beautiful, not looking her age, his mother was a MILF and she didn't even know it. Wondering how she couldn't know that she was flashing him, he wondered if she was deliberately flashing him. Even though he knew that she wasn't deliberately flashing him, it sexually excited him to think that she was. Wondering how she couldn't know that he was looking, staring, and leering, he wondered if she knew he was looking. He wondered if she'd be masturbating in her room over all that she was showing him in the way that he'd soon be masturbating in his room over all that he was seeing of her. Only, he didn't believe that his mother masturbated over him in the way that he masturbated over her. Moreover, he couldn't even imagine his mother being horny enough to masturbate. Donning his headphones, his headset quieted the hum of the air conditioner so that he could listen to his music without unduly disturbing his mother while masturbating himself. An understatement, while trying to make the best of a bad situation, masturbation was his personal, beloved escape from his dire reality. After all these years, still masturbating over the thoughts of her naked and of him having sex with her, he couldn't believe he was still sexually lusting over his mother. Admittedly, without him finding some sexual satisfaction in pleasuring himself, without his hand around his cock stroking himself, it was going to be a long, hot, lonely summer. With him being not very hard to read, he was as sad as he was angry that he had to move back home after he lost his job, his wife, his house, and his life. Living back in his own, old room, totally depressed, he felt like such a loser. Normally during the summer he'd be inviting his friends over for barbeques and impromptu pool parties. Now, alone with his bad self and his troubled mind, he was miserable. Who wouldn't be unhappy living back home with their mother? With his mother and father separated for the most part, now he was just as depressed as his mother obviously was. Never thinking about it before, he thought about it now and wondered if depression ran in his family. Now with time to think about such things, he wondered if his failed marriage was more his fault than he realized and admitted. Yet, still young and with the promise of a fresh start and a new day tomorrow, he was starting his life over now that his bitch of a wife was off of his back and finally out of his life. Good riddance to her. "Bye bitch, bye!" Yet, a big change living back home with his mother, he was glad that he had little to do with his father. Even when his father was there visiting, staying for a meal, or picking up something from the cellar or the garage, ignoring his mother as much as his father ignored him, his dad wasn't part of the family anymore, not that he ever was. Always detached and aloof even when he was living there with them, his father lost interest in life and changed when he developed Diabetes and lost the ability to have an erection and make love to his wife. Just as he hoped that depression wasn't hereditary, Jason hope Diabetes wasn't heredity because he didn't know what he'd do if he could no longer masturbate. Not that his father having sex with his mother was a frequent thing, as he was always cheating on his mother before his erectile dysfunction. Yet, now, he was more of a miserable bastard that he could no longer be a man. With his Dad not able to get it up anymore, it wouldn't surprise him if his father was into some perverse fetishes that his sweet and innocent mother would never contemplate doing. He always knew his father was a pig and was always chasing after younger women, hookers, whores, and strippers. What he did with them now that he couldn't get and maintain an erection was anyone's guess. Maybe he just liked to watch. Now barely just going through the motions of being a husband and a father, he's not the same man that he was before. Content to hang around with his drinking buddies more than he interacted with his family, his father did his own thing and his mother took care of everything else. Besides, with his father always viewing Jason as a loser, even though he wasn't, it didn't help the image that his father had of him with him moving back home. Better that his father was seldom home and bunking with a friend, it was better than Jason had little to do with his father and more to do with his mother. Suffice to say that he never got along with his father as well as he did with his mother, an understatement. His mother was the light of his life, a real saint, and his best friend. In his eyes, she could do no wrong. He wished he could find a woman who looked just like his mother, busty, shapely, and wicked pretty. He wished he could find a woman who acted, just like his mom, kind, loving, and caring. He wished he could have sex with his mother. As it's always been then and as it still is now, it was just him and his mother from day one. She was always there for him. Moreover, with her big tits, shapely body, pretty face, and with her looking ten years younger than her age, his mother was his personal definition of a MILF. Yet, sometimes embarrassed by his sexual attraction to his mother, his mother was his personal fodder for his daily masturbation sessions. His sounding board and his voice of reason, he could always talk to her about anything and, as it so happened and as he was about to discover, he could even talk to her about masturbation. * * * * * Part Two: With Jennifer Nettles of Sugarland singing in the background, Mother Mary catches her son, Jason, masturbating in time to watch him cum. Not looking forward to spending a summer and possibly longer living back home, hoping his stay was only temporary, he needed to relax. He turned his stereo higher, readjusted his headphones, and closed his eyes. Making it known to all of his friends, he loved country music, especially when sung by a hot, female singer, such as Jennifer Nettles from Sugarland. If only by her singing and if only by all of the posters of her that he had still hanging in his room from nearly ten years ago, when he was living at home, he still had a crush on Jennifer Nettles, who wouldn't? She was gorgeously sexy and giftedly talented. When he wasn't jerking off over Jennifer Nettles, he was jerking off over his mother. Sometimes he even imagined his mother looking like an older version of Jennifer Nettles. No doubt, if judging him by his erection, an observer could say that he was imagining Jennifer singing to him in his bedroom. With his fingers unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down his zipper, if only in the way that he was staring up at her poster, obviously he imagined Jennifer's fingers unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down his zipper. He slid his pants and underwear down to the top of his knees and fondled his cock while listening to her twanging voice sing her songs as if she was singing only to him. "Sing it baby. I love you Jennifer. I'd love to kiss you," he said stroking his cock. I'd love to make out with you. I'd love to make love to you before fucking you," he said stroking his cock faster. "I wish you were here with me right now to suck my cock while I played with your tits," he said out loud and for no one to hear. Damn, she's sexy. Damn she's so hot. God, he'd love to do her is what he told all of his friends about Jennifer Nettles, especially when he was drinking. Being that he told his friends at the bar the same things when full of beer as he did when sober, he'd loved to meet a woman who looked like Jennifer Nettles, the complete opposite of Angela, his short, bitchy ex-wife. Without doubt, his next woman will look more like Jennifer Nettles and be more like his blonde, green-eyed, busty mother than like his short, chubby, busty, bitch of an ex-wife. "I wish I had a hot girlfriend to parade in front of my ex-wife and her damn boyfriend," he finally admitted to his friends after having one too many beers and before being driven home last night. "I wish I had a woman who looked like Jennifer Nettles to take to the beach. I've love to swim in the ocean with her while kissing her and feeling her everywhere." Water under the bridge, once he made his decision to leave his wife and his old life to start a new one, it wasn't like him to talk about the past or about his ex-wife. Yet, any time he was drinking, he always talked about the past and about his ex-wife cheating on him with a guy she met from work. "Bitch, dirty, nasty, whore of a bitch," he said stroking himself harder. The last straw was when she took off to go to the beach with her boyfriend right in front of him and with him still there in the house. Not wanting to spend his summer in jail for hitting her and beating her boyfriend, she always had a way of emasculating him. It was humiliating to watch his wife driving away with another dude to go to the beach. Granted, he was glad to see her go but it hurt him for her to so disrespect him by carrying on with another man in front of him while they were still married and only separated while living in the same house. Obviously by her actions going unchecked and with his love blinders now removed, he finally saw her for who she really was. She was such a bitch. She was such a slut. She was such a whore. Willing to flash her big tits at the bar to anyone who'd buy her a drink and not slapping away the hands of any man groping her, she was the sexy siren for any man but for him. Now, alone with his bad self while living back at home, sadly depressed, here he was in his old room masturbating again. What else is new? It's just so strange how life sometimes goes in a circle. God must be in Heaven laughing at him. Yet, hard to break old habits, from the time he discovered that it felt good to rub and stroke his penis, he's been masturbating every day, multiple times a day, ever since. Back to where he was more than ten years ago, all that he has is his mother and masturbation. Is it any wonder why his mother was his sexual fodder for his masturbation? A time when he had nothing else, is it any wonder that he was lusting over having sex with his mother again? "Sing to me Jennifer. Sing me a song," he said fondling his cock before slowly stroking his cock and singing out of tune with the music. "I wish you were here with me right now to give me a hand job," he said stroking his cock faster. "I wish you were here with me right now to suck my cock. I wish I could kiss you while making love to you. I wish I could fuck you," he said with his eyes still closed while sexually fantasizing about doing Jennifer Nettles of Sugar Land. Obviously having a good time with himself and by himself, getting ready to cum, he stroked himself faster and harder. Knowing he was ready to cum and about to cross that bridge of no return where he couldn't stop himself from ejaculating no matter how hard he tried, it wasn't very long before he felt the familiar feeling of sexual excitement. Only, taking it slower, not wanting to cum yet, he stroked himself slower but to no avail. Almost past the point of no return, he was going to cum and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Turning his body to face his bedroom door, he reached for a couple of tissues on his nightstand in preparation of cumming. As soon as he turned, his bedroom door opened and his mother stood there in his doorway with his laundry while staring at his totally exposed and totally engorged prick. "Mom," he uttered as if he was dreaming her staring at him and his exposed prick. "Oh, my God." He could only imagine what his friends at the bar would say if ever he told them that his mother caught him masturbating, which he never would tell them. As if they were deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car, they froze while staring at one another. Jason stared at his mother while she never removed her eyes from his exposed penis. He couldn't believe his mother saw him masturbating himself. If he didn't feel like a loser before, he certainly felt like a loser now. Then, as if planned and as if he was a porn star doing the money shot or a CFNM stripper giving his mother a private X-rated, personal show, something unexpected happened. In the way of a cinder cone volcano erupting, unable to stop it from happening, Jason ejaculated a huge volume of cum that shot up in the air and landed with a splat on his chest and stomach. Even while it was happening, he couldn't believe it was happening. As if happening in slow motion, and seemingly fascinated by the sexy sight of him cumming, he watched his mother's eyes widen while watching his cum shooting high into the air before landing on him. With the action slowed down enough to watch his mother's bodily reaction to his ejaculation, he watched her stroke back her lush, blonde hair before running a slow, involuntary tongue across her lips. If he had witnessed this particular body language of a young woman at the bar, he'd think that she wanted him but this wasn't some drunken slut; this was his mother. Perfectly timed, a long time sexual fantasy come true, if he had wanted to expose his cock to his mother while masturbating and cumming, he never could have arranged for this to happen. "Shit, shit, shit," he said wiping cum with a tissue before sticking his prick back down in his underwear. "Sorry, I'm so sorry. Oh, my God, I'm so embarrassed." * * * * * Part Three: Two can play this game of exhibitionism and voyeurism. If someone else was in the room with them that day, they may have said that Jason deliberately ejaculated because he was so aroused that his mother saw his exposed, erect cock. Perhaps with him knowing that his mother would be opening his bedroom door to deliver him his laundry, they may have said that Jason had planned the whole thing in the hopes of exposing himself to his mother. They may have said that Jason was glad that his mother opened his bedroom door at that very moment to watch him explode his load of cum high in the air and all over his chest and stomach. They may have said that Jason, perhaps enjoying flashing his mother his cock and, encouraged by her lustful stares and by her sexual body language for him to continue flashing her, was slow to put his prick away. Perhaps encourage by her positive reaction to seeing her son's prick, he was hoping that she'd lend him a hand or her mouth. Perhaps inspired by her body language, he was hoping that she'd reciprocate and masturbate herself for him to watch. Perhaps with him realizing that he's always been sexually attracted to his mother, he was hoping that his exposed cock and his little masturbation show would be the start of a sexual, incestuous relationship. Perhaps, in the way of some of his sexual fantasies, he hoped that she'd stay, sit on his bed, and allow him to explore her shapely body while she explored his cock with her hand and with her mouth. Yet, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, now that it was over and now that he ejaculated, back to reality, he was more embarrassed than he was sexually excited. His mother saw his cock. His mother saw his erection. His mother saw him masturbating himself. How embarrassing is that? Could he be anymore humiliated? His mother watched him cumming. How sexually exciting is that? Could he be anymore sexually aroused? Talk about being a loser, he was such a loser. Living at home and masturbating in his own room as if he's a teenager instead of a 31-year-old man, no wonder why his wife wanted nothing more to do with him. No wonder why his wife had a boyfriend, a real man instead of a boy of a man. If someone else was in the room with them at that point in time, staring at it and never removing her eyes from her son's big prick, they may have said that his mother not only wanted to see her son's prick but also was enjoying seeing his big prick. They may have said that his mother, suspecting that her son was in his room masturbating while wearing his headphones, waited to open his bedroom door at that very moment when he was about to cum. Further with her unable to break her stare, seemingly liking what she saw, she was obviously mesmerized by his big prick. Whatever anyone said or anyone thought, it was obvious only to Mary if she opened her son's door purposely and at the very moment when she hoped that he was about to cum. Obviously, two peas of the same pod, no doubt, she wanted to see her son's prick as much as her son wanted to show his mother his prick. The extra bonus, something so unexpected or perfectly time, however one was to deem it, was him cumming. * * * * * Part Four: Was her seeing his cock and watching him cum an accident or a deliberate action on her part? In all the years he lived at home and with all the times that he masturbated multiple times a day as a young adult, oddly enough, his mother never caught him playing with himself. Perhaps it took his father to leave her for her to be lonely and sexually frustrated enough for her sexual feelings to surface, boil over, and to manifest with her son enough for her to want to see his cock. His mother always gave him the respect, the privacy, and the courtesy of a knock before opening his bedroom door before. If she did knock at his door this time, he didn't hear her through the headphones, over the intrusive hum of the air conditioner, and over Jennifer Nettles singing to him while masturbating. If only he knew that his mother was listening at his bedroom door while waiting for the precise moment to turn his doorknob and open his door, wouldn't he be surprised? If only he knew that his mother had grown as sexually attracted to him as he was sexually attracted to her, wouldn't he be surprised at that too? If only he knew that his mother knew that he was masturbating and was hoping to surprise him and catch him at that exact moment when he was cumming that would be so hot. If only he knew that she didn't knock but quietly and slowly opened his bedroom door in the hopes of watching her son masturbating, he'd wonder how her obvious sexual desire for him and his for her would change things between them. If surmising that his mother wanted him as much as he wanted her, he wondered if that would change their close mother and son relationship for the better or for the worse. If she was hoping to catch him masturbating, he wondered how long was she standing there waiting while hoping to see something of him that she shouldn't see? With Jason never knowing what his mother was thinking, only Mary could answer those questions for only his mother knew if she was being naughty in hopes of seeing her son's cock or being nice in innocently carrying up his laundry. If only Jason knew that his mother enjoyed watching his impromptu masturbation show as much as he enjoyed his mother seeing his cock and watching him cum, wouldn't he be surprised? Mom & Son Discuss Masturbation Ch. 01 "Oh, Jason, I'm so sorry," she said never removing her eyes from his stiff prick. Jason removed the headphones and, while shockingly embarrassed watching his mother staring at his exposed prick, he slowly stuffed his cock back down in his underwear. "I knocked but I guess you didn't hear me with your headphones," she said looking from his cock to look at him before returning her focus to the big bulge now hidden in his underwear. Obviously now out of the sexual mood that he ejaculated, red faced embarrassed, albeit still seemingly sexually excited being that his mother caught him pleasuring himself, this self-pleasuring exposure was still an awkward moment for the both of them. No doubt feeling like a degenerate masturbating in his old room and having his mother catching him jerking off, he quickly pulled up his pants while his mother left his room and closed his bedroom door behind her. Yet, something he'll probably masturbate over for months if not for years, the fact remained that his mother saw his cock. His mother not only watched him playing with himself but also she watched him cum. His mother stared at his cock in the way that he's always staring at her long line of exposed cleavage and the huge impressions her breasts made in her blouses. "Wow!" Not the reaction that he imagined, with her not looking away embarrassed or ashamed, his mother stared at his erection. He couldn't believe his mother stared at his erection. Not only that, his mother stared at him ejaculating. He couldn't believe his mother stared at him cumming. As if she was sexually turned on and interested in seeing more of his prick, he couldn't believe that his mother saw him ejaculate. Obviously still sexually excited now that he had something more and something new to masturbate over, after she left his room, he retrieved his headphones and pressed play to listen and masturbate to Jennifer Nettles. With his sexual thoughts going from his mother, to Jennifer Nettles, and back again to his mother, he pulled down his pants again and stroked himself faster than he was stroking himself before. Only this time, obviously and without a doubt, he stroked himself to the image of his mother standing there staring at his prick while watching him cum. To be continued... Mom & Son Discuss Masturbation Ch. 02 Part Five: Mother Mary masturbates too. In the way that Jason masturbates over his mother, his mother masturbates over him. Returning to her room after watching her son masturbating himself to ejaculation, Mary closed her bedroom door. Sexually aroused by the sight of her son masturbating himself, she's never been as sexually excited as she was when watching him cum. A real explosion, there was so much cum. It took all the control she had not to lick his cum from his chest and stomach. It took all the control she had not to wrap her fingers around his big cock before taking his stiff prick in her mouth. Knowing what she so desperately needed to do, she removed her bathrobe and climbed on her bed. Then, as if she was giving herself a gynecological exam, she raised her knees up and spread her legs. She raised up her nightgown high enough for her to cup her already moist pussy through her panty while imagining Jason feeling her cunt. In an instant she removed her panties and tossed them beside her on the floor. Exploring herself in the way she wished her son would explore her, she reach her sweet spot with her finger. While thinking of her son masturbating her while she masturbated her son, she rubbed her clit while imagining Jason rubbing her clit and while she imagined herself stroking his prick. She fingered her pussy while replaying through her mind the sight of her son stroking his big, stiff prick. She fingered her nipples through her nightgown while imagining Jason fingering her nipples. She masturbated herself while thinking of the quick hand action of her son masturbating himself along with the erotic sight of watching him cum. She couldn't believe she caught him masturbating. She couldn't believe she caught him just as he ejaculated. She only wished she could have masturbated him. If only she knew he was horny enough to masturbate and if only he asked her to masturbate him, she would have. She would have loved to feel his hard cock in her hand while stroking him. She only wished he could have creamed her hand or ejaculated in her mouth. As long as he pleasured her first, she'd love to pleasure him. She wondered if deliberately flashing him her bra, cleavage, and panties while they played Scrabble made him horny enough to masturbate himself. She wondered what he'd say if only he knew that she was deliberately flashing him. In the way that she deliberately flashed him, she'd love for him to deliberately flash her. She'd love to see more of his cock. With her knowing that he was looking at all that she was showing, she couldn't wait to masturbate herself with the thoughts of her son sexually lusting over her if only while he masturbated himself. She wondered if he masturbated over her instead of that damn Jennifer Nettles. She wondered if he masturbated over the imagined thoughts of her naked in the way she masturbates herself over her imagined thoughts of him naked. She wondered if he masturbated himself while imagining having sex with her in the way that she masturbates herself with the thoughts of having sex with him. * * * * * She was so hot literally and figuratively. With the last two days of temperatures in the 90's and with tomorrow more of the same, the weatherman forecasted an official heatwave, the third one of the summer. She was experiencing hot flashes but not from estrogen depletion but from her sexually frustrated horniness for the sexual attention of her son. After seeing his cock, she'd love to flash him her pussy. Not quite understanding any of her sexual reactions to her son, perhaps she was lonely, horny, sexually frustrated, and/or simply just sexually attracted to her son. With all of these sexual feelings new to her, just going with the flow, she didn't understand any of them. "God, I'm so frigging horny," she said aloud. She wondered why her sudden sexual attraction to Jason, perhaps she was sexually attracted to her son because he looked like a younger version of his father and indeed he did. The same height and the same build, he had the same chestnut brown hair and the same bright, blue eyes that illuminated her when he smiled. When seeing them from the back, but for her husband's grey hair, one would be hard pressed to tell one from the other. So sexually attracted to his father back then when they were first married, Jason now looked how his father looked when they first met more than 32 years ago. Yet for whatever was their reasons, Mary masturbated herself to the sexual thoughts of having sex with her son while Jason masturbated himself to the sexual thoughts of him having sex with his mother. Strictly forbidden, she wondered how happy they'd be if instead of masturbating themselves in separate rooms, if they could masturbate together. Taking it even further across the incestuous line, she imagined him masturbating her while she masturbated him. Only, if he had his finger in her pussy and she had her fingers around his cock, assuredly one thing would lead to another. Obviously going through something to have the need to catch her son masturbating himself without having him realize that she had been standing there waiting while hoping to watch him pleasuring himself, she was sexually aroused. She was hoping to catch him masturbating but, a bonus, she never figured that she'd catch him cumming. Interesting enough, never considering him as a sexual man before, now that he was living back home with her and with them alone together a lot, she was sexually thinking more about her son now. Sometimes not thinking about him as her son, she more thought about him as a man and as her lover. Now after witnessing his masturbation show, she thought more about him not as a blood related male but as a man with a very big and a very hard penis. Now needing to masturbate herself after peeping on her son and in the way she imagined her son masturbating himself over her, she reached up to feel her breasts and to finger her nipples through her nightgown again. She imagined it was Jason's hand instead of her hand touching, feeling, and fondling her breasts. She imagined it was Jason's fingers instead of her fingers pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples. In the way she watched her son masturbating in front of her, she imagined herself masturbating herself in front of him. Already having crossed the incestuous line in her mind, she wondered if he'd like to watch her playing with her pussy in the way that she'd love to watching him playing with his cock. She'd be intensely, sexually excited to show him how her fingers masterfully pleasure her pussy. Moreover, she'd love to flash him her pussy in the way he just flashed her his cock. She wondered if he'd stare at her blonde, bushy pussy in the way that she stared at his big, hard cock. In the way that he masturbated himself, she imagined him masturbating her. In the way that he masturbated himself, she imagined masturbating him. Whether thinking of him masturbating her or her masturbating him, she was lost in wanting and needing to masturbate herself. Always suspecting that he did, a real sexual game changer, she took the hint that perhaps her son wanted her as much as she suddenly wanted him. She's always imagined walking in his room to watch him masturbate himself. She always imagined sitting on his bed beside him as he stroked his cock. She's always imagined staring down at his engorged prick while watching him masturbate himself faster. Only, never did she imagine watching him ejaculate. Then, looking deep in his blue eyes in the way that she used to look in his father's blue eyes when he was young, robust, vital, and sexually crazy for her, she imagined herself asking him if she could help masturbate him. "May I?" Imagining her fingers poised to take hold of his hard cock as soon as he gave her his permission, as soon as she asked her question aloud, she rubbed her clit and fingered her nipples. She imagined her son removing his hand from his prick and offering his cock to her. With just a smile and a nod, and with both of them on the same sexual page, she imagined Jason giving her permission to stroke him. In an instant, while rubbing her clit harder and fingering herself deeper, Mary imagined wrapping her motherly fingers around her son's stiff, thick prick. While staring in his blue eyes with her green eyes, she imagined fondling the head of his cock before slowly and seductively stroking him. Something she never thought she'd do in a million years, having sex with another man other than her husband, so wickedly depraved to have the sexual thoughts she was thinking, she now imagined masturbating her son. How could she? Why did she? Maybe she justified to herself that it was okay to have sex with Jason because he was her son and not just some stranger that she picked up at the mall. With her not having had sex in such a very long time, her sexual frustration manifested itself in lustfully, albeit incestuously and sexually desiring her son. Imagining holding his cock tightly in her hand while stroking him harder and faster, she couldn't believe she was sexually fantasizing about masturbating her son while she masturbated herself. It was just mutual masturbation after all, no big deal. It wasn't as if she was sucking and fucking her son. She was just imagining touching his cock while stroking his cock and while he rubbed her clit and fingered her nipples. What's so wrong with that? Nonetheless how she perceived masturbation as not being incestuously sexual, she couldn't believe she was thinking of another man's cock, even if that other man was her son, especially with that other man being her son. How dare she have such incestuous thoughts for her son? How could she think of her son in that forbidden sexual way? Having been a long time since she's had a cock in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy, missing having the sexual pleasure of a hard cock, she now imagined her son's cock in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy. While thinking of her son holding her, kissing her, and touching and feeling her everywhere, she rubbed her clit harder with her finger. While thinking of her son seeing her naked, she fingered her nipples with her other hand. In the way she watched him cumming, she'd love for him to watch her give herself an orgasm. "Fuck me Jason. I need to feel your cock in my hand and in my mouth before feeling it fill my pussy," she said to herself for no one to hear and not believing she said what she said. Getting ready to cum, she pulled her nightgown higher and spread her legs wider to better finger herself. Oh, my God, in the way that she surprised him by walking in his room while he was masturbating, she'd love for him to surprise her by walking in her room right now and unannounced while she was masturbating. If only he'd opened her bedroom door now, right now, he'd have a great view of her blonde, bushy pussy. He'd not only see his mother's cunt but with her tits hanging out of the top of her nightgown, he'd see her tits, her areola's, and her nipples too. Practically naked, he'd see his mother naked. After watching Jason cum, she was already wet, so very wet, wetter than she's been in such a long time, and wet enough for her finger to slide inside of her in the way that she imagined his big, hard cock sliding deep inside of her. She removed her dildo from her drawer and, not wanting to make a sound, she opted for her finger to massage her clit instead of her vibrator. In the way that she knew he was behind his closed bedroom door masturbating himself, even though she'd love for him to catch her masturbating, she didn't want him to know that she was behind her closed, bedroom door masturbating herself. Yet, if only he'd open her door to catch her masturbating, after she feigned her embarrassment, she'd be so happy that he saw his mother's cunt along with her big tits. * * * * * Part Six: Just be careful of my nipples. I'd rather you not suck them. Continuing with her sexual fantasy, she imagined staring at her son's penis before touching her son's prick. While looking up at him, she imagined touching the head of his cock with her fingertips before fondling the head of his cock and before wrapping her fingers around him to take him in her hand. While watching the look of sexual pleasure on his face, she imagined stroking her son's cock harder and faster. Oh, my God, she imagined her hand feeling so good on his stiff prick. Oh, my God, she couldn't believe she was imagining masturbating her son while wishing that he'd masturbate her too. Tightening her grip, she stroked him harder and faster while she imagined him reaching out his hands to feel her C cup breasts through her nightgown. Cupping her breast in the palm of his hand through the thin, sheer material of her nightie, she imagined him fondling and gently squeezing her tits. Then, as soon as her nipples made their impression through her nightie, she reached her hand inside the top of her nightgown while imagining him fingering them and pulling her nipples out with his thumb and index finger. "Would you like to see them?" She imagined asking her son a question that she obviously already knew the answer. While rubbing herself and fingering her nipples, she loved playing this pretend sexual game with her son as her only contestant. "I'd love to see your tits Mom," she imagined him saying. As if she was the only stripper on stage, she imagined him watching her undress to expose her topless self to him. She let go of his prick to slide her nightgown straps from her shoulders. She imagined him looking at her with as much sexual anticipation as he had sexual excitement on his face. Allowing her nightgown to fall to her waist, she imagined herself staring at him staring at her tits before looking down at herself to see all that he could see of her and all that she was showing him. With her sitting before her son topless, she imagined that Jason could see the entire shape of her naked breasts, her long line of cleavage, her areolas, and her nipples. She imagined watching him feel her breasts while she imagined fondling the head of his erect prick. In the way she watched him masturbating himself, she was intent on masturbating him. Willing to masturbate him any time, any place, and anywhere he wanted her to masturbate him, she so wanted to tell him that he'd no longer have to masturbate but that she'd gladly do that for him. She so wanted to feel his cock in her hand before feeling it in her mouth and pussy. "Go ahead. You can touch them," she imagined saying to her son. "You can feel them. You can fondle my breasts. I don't mind. Just be careful of my nipples," she said. "I'd rather you not suck them," she said while imagining pushing his mouth away from her nipples. As soon as she said for him not to suck her nipples, calling attention to her erect nipples, he stared at her nipples. "Your nipples? Why must I be careful of your nipples? Why can I not suck your nipples?" With her breasts on display of her horny son's eyes, he looked at her with as much curiosity as he looked at her with sexual arousal. "Please don't," she imagined saying while feigning her resistance to her son fingering her nipples and sucking her tits. It was one thing for him to see her breasts, touch her breasts, and fondle her breasts while fingering her nipples, but it was quite another thing for him to suck her tits. Something that no adult son should ever do to his mother, and something that she'd love for him to do, she'd feel as if she was having incestuous sex with her son if he dared to suck her nipples. Nonetheless her feelings of forbidden taboo, she imagined him touching her breasts and feeling her breasts before sliding a slow hand across her nipples. As if teasing her with his sexual touch, as soon as the palm of his hand slowly slid across her nipples, they popped out and grew hard. She wanted him to suck her nipples but she couldn't allow him to suck her nipples. If he sucked her nipples, she'd lose all sexual control. If he sucked her nipples, she'd suck his cock. If he sucked her nipples, she'd make love to him before fucking him. No longer being his mother, she'd be his slut. As if she was his sexual slave instead of his mother, she'd willingly do any and every sexual thing to her son that she's only done with her husband. "Why must I be careful of your nipples?" He asked her again. Instead of being careful with her nipples, she imagined him doing just the opposite. She imagined him taking her nipple between his thumb and index finger to pull it, squeeze it, turn it, and twist it. With him watching her heated reaction to him fingering her nipples, doing one, he did the same to the other while watching her sexually squirming and staring down at what he was doing to her nipples. Obviously by the open mouth sexually excited look on her face, she was enjoying what she was imagining him doing to her nipples. She closed her eyes and let out a gasp while the heat of her orgasm slowly grew warmer. Then, without warning and as if she wanted to show him her breasts as much as he wanted to see her tits, she imagined wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him to her to kiss him, French kiss him. After they kissed and kissed, and even though she asked him not to, she imagined him lowering his head to suck her nipples. She imagined him sucking her tits. Her son was sucking her tits. With her finger rubbing her clit faster and harder, it so sexually excited her to imagine her son sucking her nipples that she was getting ready to cum. Oh, my God, she couldn't believe that Jason was sucking her tits. Oh, my God, she couldn't believe that she was about to cum over the thought of Jason sucking her tits while she stroked his cock. Something he hasn't done in nearly 30 years, in the way that she imagined masturbating her son, she couldn't believe she imagined him sucking her tits. While fingering her nipples, she imagined Jason sucking her nipples. Oh, my God, she was so wet by the thoughts of her nipples in her son's mouth. She lifted her big boobs to her mouth to suck her nipples while pretending that it was Jason sucking her tits. First she sucked one nipple and then she sucked her other nipple. "Because if you continue doing that to my nipples, you'll sexually excite me," she imagined saying to him breathlessly while consumed with incestuous, sexual excitement. "If you continue fingering my nipples, I swear that I'll suck your cock," she imagined saying while staring at him to watch his reaction to what she just said. She imagined him looking down at his cock before looking up at her. "I don't mind if you suck me, Mom," she imagined Jason admitting. She imagined looking down at his cock with him while wishing his stiff prick was in her mouth. "No, I can't do that. I'm your mother and you're my son. It's enough that I'm masturbating you," she said while imagining stroking his big prick faster. She continued imagining him fondling her big breasts while she continued having a conversation with herself. Then imagining taking her son's cock in her hand before taking it in her mouth and sucking him while stroking him as he continued pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples, she couldn't believe she was fantasizing about blowing her son. Imagining him cumming in her mouth, she imagined tasting him and swallowing every little bit of his cum. * * * * * If only Jason knew his mother was in her room masturbating herself while imagining having sex with him and sucking him, what would he think? If only Jason knew that if he dared enter his mother's room without knocking at that very moment and in the horny state that she was in, she was ready to have sex with him. If only Jason knew that while his mother masturbated herself, she imagined sucking him. With the imagined feel and taste of her son's hard, hairy cock buried in her mouth, she continued masturbating herself. Mom & Son Discuss Masturbation Ch. 02 If he was to open her bedroom door right now without knocking, she wondered if he'd think of her as an incestuous slut or as a wicked whore for masturbating herself. So sexually turned on after watching him masturbating and cumming, she wondered what he'd say if she told him that she thinks about him while masturbating. She wondered what he'd say if she told him that she wanted him sexually. She wondered what he'd say if she told him that she wanted to stroke him before he pleasured her and suck him after he made love to her. She wondered what he'd do if he saw her topless or naked. She wondered if he'd offer her his finger, his tongue, and his cock in the way she hoped he would and in the way that she needed him to do. "Oh, my God, I'm going to cum," she said while listening to Sugarland's music coming from her son's room. Wishing she could scream at the top of her lungs to let him know that she had masturbated herself too, while imagining having sex with him, she quietly had her orgasm without uttering a sound while her son ejaculated again, this time in a tissue, while obviously imagining having sex with his mother. * * * * * After his mother saw his cock and watched him cum, already sexually aroused, for him to cum again so soon, Jason didn't have to stroke himself very long before ready to cum again. "Wow that was fast. Where Jennifer Nettles couldn't get me off, just thinking about my mother seeing my cock and watching me cum sexually excited me enough to want to masturbate myself again. Just thinking about having sex with my mother made me cum again," he said. To be continued... Mom & Son Discuss Masturbation Ch. 03 Chapter 03 Part Seven: Tits for cock. The next morning, Jason awakened with the memory of his mother ogling his exposed cock. With the memory of him cumming in front of her while she watched him ejaculate to shoot cum all over his chest and stomach, he was sexually aroused. Already horny but instead of masturbating himself, which was his normal, early morning routine, brazenly Jason went downstairs for a cup of coffee and some breakfast while wearing his pajama bottoms without underwear. With his cock already stiffening by the thought of his mother staring at his pajama clad bulge, he felt so free. He felt so wicked. He felt so horny. Daring himself to do so, unless he was hoping for sex, he didn't know why he went downstairs so revealingly dressed like that but he did. Something he never does, always afraid his mother would see his erection bobbing, swinging, and swaying or that his cock may pop out of his pee hole, he always wore underwear beneath his pajamas. Instead of being embarrassed by the thought of his cock popping out of his pajama bottom, he was sexually aroused while hoping that it would make a surprised appearance. Today, waking up horny after flashing his mother his cock and already sexually aroused with the thought of flashing his mother his cock again, he didn't care if his mother noticed his erection. He wanted his mother to notice his erection. If nothing else by her sexy stares ogling his cock last night while standing in his bedroom watching him masturbating and cumming, she'd give him more fodder for his masturbation of himself later. Curious if she'd look at what he was deliberately showing, he was curious if she'd say anything about last night. With her already seeing his cock, with her already seeing him masturbate, and with her already watching him cum, he didn't care if his cock made a surprise appearance from out his pee hole to say hi and give his mother the one eyed stare. If his cock did fall out of his pajama bottoms, would she look? Would she stare? Would she be as sexually aroused then as he is now? With her walking in his room when he had his eyes closed and while he was wearing his headphones, he wondered how long she was standing there before he noticed her. It all happened so fast when he opened this eyes to reach for a tissue and she was already standing there in his room. The sexual excitement of his mother seeing his cock, watching him masturbate, and staring as he ejaculated clouded his memory. Unable to remember, he couldn't remember if she was already in his room or if she had opened his door just as he turned to face her. Hoping to give her a longer look at his cock this morning, he needed to know if she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He needed to know if she wanted to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her. Already gone way beyond crossing the incestuous line, if nothing else, he wanted his mother to see his prick again. Maybe if she saw his cock again, this time she'd want to touch his cock. Maybe if she saw his cock again, she'd reach out her motherly hand to wrap her fingers around his stiff prick to stroke him. Even if she didn't touch and stroke his penis, never expecting that she would, he'd imagine that she did when masturbating himself later. In the way that he wanted to feel her tits and finger her nipples, never really expecting that he would, he hoped that she was horny enough to want to suck his big prick. Even if he didn't feel her big tits and finger her erect nipples, he'd imagined that she sucked his cock later when alone in his room masturbating. As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw his mother sitting at the kitchen table in her red, low cut, sheer nightgown. Perhaps evidence of what was to happen, his mother was drinking her coffee without the modesty of wearing her bathrobe. With his moving, swaying cock at her eye level, he walked across the kitchen in front of her. With his partial, pajama clad, erection clearly visible, as soon as Mary saw her son, her eyes went from his face to the moving and dancing bulge in his pajama bottoms. With him nervous about not wearing underwear, as soon as he saw what she was wearing or more correctly what she wasn't wearing, her bathrobe, he was glad that he wasn't wearing underwear. Flashing him her big breasts this morning nearly as much as he flashed her his stiff cock last night, subtly exchanging voyeuristic views of tits for cock, Mary sat at the kitchen table with most of her cleavage on display. As if they already had sex last night, in essence they did, albeit not together, they masturbated themselves in separate rooms while thinking of having sex with one another. Unashamed and unembarrassed, with one just as bad as the other, immodestly immoral, Mary sat in the kitchen without the modesty of a bathrobe while Jason paraded himself in front of her with his cock bouncing and swaying. As if he was the bull and she was a sexy, female bullfighter, a matador enraging his cock by waving a red sexy nightgown in his face, she was showing her son more of her 36C cup breasts than he's ever seen before. Normally modestly moral, careful what her son may see of her, she always wears a robe over her nightgown but not today. Today, in the way that he came downstairs in pajama bottoms without underwear, she sat at the kitchen table in her sheer, sexy nightgown without a robe. Undoubtedly she suspected that he was a breast man in the way he always stared at her big tits. Obviously, in the way that she was displaying her breasts now, she wanted to expose her breasts to him. Incestuously, in the way that her son exposed his cock to her, she wanted him to see as much of her as she saw of him. Tits for cock and balls, no doubt, after the sexy show of him masturbating and cumming that he gave her last night, exposing her big breasts to him this morning apparently only seemed fair to her. As if needing a closer and more focused look, Jason rubbed his eyes while staring at all that his mother was showing and all that he was seeing of his mother. If he looked close enough at her abundant, exposed cleavage and at the impressions her breasts made in her nightgown, and he did, he could clearly make out the bulbously round shape of her breasts. If he stared long and hard enough, and he did, he could see her areolas and nipples through the sheer, thin material of her nightgown. Only, as soon as he saw the outline of her breast and the darker coloration of her areolas and nipples, his cock hardened enough to tent his pajama bottom. In the way that she was giving him a real show of her tits, he was giving her a real show of his cock. While pretending that he didn't know that his cock was exposed, he only hoped that his cock would popped from out of his pajama bottoms. With him standing there with his hot coffee in hand and his hot erection in his pajama bottoms, his mother stared at the impression his cock made in his pajama bottoms as much as he stared at the huge impressions her breasts made in her sheer nightgown. With him staring all that she was showing of her breasts, she was staring at all that he was showing of his cock. With him sexually excited to share glimpses of what he shouldn't see of his mother and what she shouldn't see of her son, he was already sexually aroused with incestuous, sexual desire for her. With him sexually excited that his mother was looking to see what she could see of him and with him looking to see what he could see of her, ready to cross that forbidden bridge, they were nearing the point of no return. Initially, with the memory of his mother seeing him cumming fresh in his mind, as much as he was sexually excited, he was still somewhat embarrassed from last night. What if he misread her and she was more embarrassed than she was sexually excited. What if she didn't sexually want him in the way that he sexually wanted her? What if it was just an innocent accident that she opened his bedroom door at the most inopportune time of him masturbating and cumming? Then again, what if she was standing outside of his bedroom door listening while waiting for the perfect moment to open his bedroom door to catch him cumming? Perhaps he wasn't as quiet masturbating himself as he thought he was and perhaps she wasn't as innocent as he thought. Yet, as much as he was embarrassed, he was sexually aroused. Again while thinking nasty, incestuous thoughts, he still wanted to put his coffee cup down, reach his hand inside his pajama bottom, pull out his cock, and masturbate himself in front of his mother. He wondered if she'd watch him masturbating this morning in the way that she watched him masturbating last night. While stroking his cock, he wanted to reach down inside of her oh so, low cut nightgown top to feel her breasts and finger her nipples, before removing her breasts from her nightgown. Wishing he could cum on her tits and/or all over her face, he wondered what she'd say if he exposed his cock to her while stroking his cock. He wondered what she'd do if he ejaculated his cum all over her. Yet, feeling uncomfortably awkward as much as he felt sexually excited, he was ready to bolt from the kitchen after grabbing his coffee to return to the privacy of his room. Nonetheless, a titillating and erotic view, an understatement, he was enjoying seeing so much of the top of his mother's meaty breasts and her long, line of cleavage. Apparently, now that she was sitting there so innocently immoral without the modesty of her bathrobe, he didn't mind having his breakfast in the kitchen while ogling all that he could see of her big boobs. Moreover, with her looking and enjoying the show of his pajama clad cock too, obviously she didn't mind showing her son all that he so wanted to see of her. If only he knew that his mother sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, he'd make his move. If only he knew that his mother had other plans for him other than just serving him breakfast, wouldn't he be surprised. * * * * * Part Eight: "Sit. I want to talk to you about last night." "Sit. I want to talk to you about last night. I'll make you breakfast," she said standing. "What would you like?" What would you like? A loaded question of four simple, one syllable words, it was a question that only his mother would ask him. What would you like? Only thinking about what she wanted and what she'd like, those four, simple, one syllable words never came out of his ex-wife's mouth. It was always what she wanted and never what he would like. Leave to his mother to push his buttons of love, caring, appreciation, and understanding by asking him one simple question. As soon as she asked him that seemingly innocent but sexually loaded question, what would you like, hopefully was the same thing that he so wanted and that she so wanted too. What would he like? He'd like to have sex with his mother but would she want to have sex with him? He'd like to strip her naked but would she be comfortable being naked in front of him as he was with his cock exposed in front of her last night? Yet, being that she's sitting before him practically topless, maybe she wouldn't mind being naked in front of him. Maybe if he made the first move, she'd follow. Yet afraid to ruin the good mother and son relationship they had, he didn't want her to feel that she wasn't safe being alone with him in her own house. Not wanting to pressure her for sex, he didn't want her thinking of him as a pervert and throwing him out of her house. What would he like? He pondered her question in the way that she no doubt didn't mean for him to take it. He'd like for his mother to do lots of sexual things to his naked body. He imagined him making himself comfortable between her shapely thighs to finger her, lick her, and eat her pussy. His mother's cunt. He quivered at the thought of not only seeing his mother's cunt but also fingering, sniffing, and licking his mother's cunt. I'd like to eat your pussy and then fuck your pussy before you suck my cock, he imagined honestly replying to her question. He wondered what she'd say if he said that. Only, not wanting to disrespect his mother, he didn't reply in that sexually salacious way. If only he had said that to her, perhaps she would have told him that she'd love for him to finger and lick her pussy long enough to give her an orgasm. If only he had said those incestuous words to her, perhaps she would have told him that she'd love to fuck him and suck his cock. Instead, no doubt, with him as sexually wicked as his dad, she'd ask him to leave her house. "An egg, two sausages, and two pieces of toast with cherry jelly," he said while remembering that he couldn't remember when the last time his wife made him breakfast. As if he was watching an X-rated movie, he was stunned with all that he saw when his eyes followed her across the kitchen. With her always wearing her robe, he never saw so much of his mother as he was seeing now. With the only light in the kitchen coming from the rising sun through the window over the sink, even in the dim, morning light, as if she was poised in front of a campfire, her nightgown was totally transparent. Then, when she opened the refrigerator door, seeing her in a whole new light, he could see right through her nightgown as if she wasn't wearing anything at all. As if she was lit up by a dozen Paparazzi camera flashes and as if she was totally naked, he had a clear view of his mother's naked body through her nearly transparent nightgown. Obviously, in the way he was looking at her, staring at her, ogling her, and leering at her, no doubt, he wondered if his mother knew that she was flashing him her ass, her pussy, and her tits. As if she was wearing nothing at all, she appeared as if she was standing before him naked. Clearly he could see her sexy ass crack, her blonde, bushy pussy, and her big breasts with erect nipples that leaned forward with her as she reached inside the refrigerator to get the eggs, the butter, and the sausages. For an old broad, his mother had a hot body. She must know how horny he was by the obvious erection he had when he came downstairs and saw her sitting at the kitchen table in her nightgown. She must know how sexually attracted he is to her in the way he's always staring at her tits. When she leaned in the fridge, moving things around, seemingly taking her sweet time, was she deliberately flashing him her tits, pussy, and ass? If only he knew that she knew he could see her as if she was standing there naked, he'd make a move on her. If only he knew that she was sexually teasing him by flashing him her nearly naked body, he take her in his arms and kiss her while touching and feeling her everywhere a son should never feel his mother. With her leaning in the fridge, he wished he was standing behind her with his erection planted between his mother's ass cheeks while reaching up to feel and fondle her big breasts while fingering her nipples. Definitely enjoying the view of her nearly naked body while thinking about doing his mother from behind doggie style, it was at a time like this that he wished he was her lover instead of her son. Perhaps being that he flashed her his cock last night, if he thought that she was reciprocating by flashing him her nearly naked body this morning, he'd be right. After seeing his cock last night, enough to make her masturbate herself in the way that he was masturbated himself again last night, she was just as sexually aroused as he was. Only this was his mother and not some bar tramp. He didn't think of her sexually wanting him in the way that he sexually wanted her. Yet, if she wasn't his mother, he'd think that most definitely Mary was flashing him her nearly naked body by purposely taking her sweet time while leaning in the fridge. In the way he thinks about having sex with her, if only he knew his mother thinks about having sex with him. In the way that he masturbates over her while thinking of seeing her naked and having sex with her, wouldn't he be surprised to know that she masturbates over him while thinking of seeing him naked and having sex with him. In the way that he was sexually excited with his mother not only saw his cock but also watched him ejaculating in front of her, wouldn't he love to know that she was as sexually excited seeing his cock and watching him ejaculate. As if she was an audience member in a private CFNM show, wouldn't he be surprised to know that she was sexually excited to see his little masturbation show too. Further, wouldn't he be surprised to know that she'd love for him to watch her masturbate too. * * * * * Part Nine: All about masturbation, talking about masturbation As if she was a short order cook, his breakfast was ready quicker than he could make it for himself. What would have easily taken him twenty minutes to make, she had ready in five minutes. Seemingly eager to have this conversation about masturbation with her son, eager to listen, and to confess her incestuously sexual thoughts, she set the plate down in front of him before filling their cups with more coffee. "I'm sorry about last night. I knocked but with you wearing your headphones. I guess you didn't hear me," she said looking into his eyes to watch his reaction to her apology. Then, with her staring down at his breakfast sausages, she couldn't help herself from thinking of his cock. Only, his cock was much bigger than his breakfast sausages. If she had to compare his cock to a slab of meat, his prick was more that size of a big, Italian sausage. As evidence by the erection he was walking around with this morning, he had a real live kielbasa in his pajamas. "That was embarrassing," he said. Only he didn't look embarrassed. If he looked anything at all, he looked sexually excited. By his own confession when alone in his room and masturbating himself, he had long been festering the sexual fantasy of exposing his cock to his mother. As evidence by what he did after she left his room last night after her seeing his cock and watching him cum, obviously he masturbated over the thoughts of him masturbating in front of her. Now with her catching him masturbating and with her watching him cumming, with him already living out his sexual fantasy with his mother, it was her turn to live out her sexual fantasy with her son. Embarrassed? Doubting that he was embarrassed exposing his cock to her, she wasn't embarrassed seeing his cock either. If he asked her, in the way that she was and in the way that he appeared too, sexually excited would be a better choice of words. For her to masturbate herself last night over the forbidden sight of seeing her son's big prick and watching him cum, if anything, she was just as incestuously, sexually wicked as he was. If anything, with her not having sex with anyone but her fingers, vibrator, and dildo, she wanted to have sex with him as she imagined he wanted to have sex with her. Obviously with him willing to talk about what happened last night, as sexually erotic as it was insightful, she probed him to talk more about their game of mutual voyeurism, exhibitionism, and masturbation. "Why are you embarrassed?" She looked at him shaking her head while hoping to encourage him to talk more about his sexual feelings, hopefully sexually feelings for her. "You shouldn't be embarrassed. Besides, I've seen your penis before. It was no big deal for me to see your penis," she said lying. "I used to change your dirty diaper and give you baths," she said laughing a nervous, little laugh. Feeling one another out with neither of them wanting to take the first step over the incestuous line even though theoretical they already had with them masturbating over one another, he appeared just as careful as she was in monitoring what he said or didn't say. They were walking uncharted ground here. As if walking on thin ice of a pond, one false step could be their fatal flaw exposed. Mom & Son Discuss Masturbation Ch. 03 "I'm not embarrassed that you saw my cock. I'm more embarrassed that you caught me masturbating," he said. She waved a hand of feigned, uncaring, nonsensical disinterest. "Don't be embarrassed. You have a beautiful cock," she said seemingly swooning at her imagine thought of seeing his cock again in her sexually frustrated mind. "Everyone masturbates." With him falling into her little trap, he sipped his coffee while looking at his mother with curiosity written all over his face. Looking perplexed and with the question written all over his face, obviously, he was pondering the thought of asking her if she masturbates. Did he dare ask her the question that would turn this conversation from innocent to incestuous? Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how one perceived their conversation that sparked their incestuous lust for one another, he finally asked her the question that forever changed their close mother and son relationship to an incestuously sexual one. To be continued... Mom & Son Discuss Masturbation Ch. 04 Mom & Son Discuss Masturbation, Ch. 04 Part 10: "Do you masturbate?" He looked in his mother's green eyes. They were pretty. Like two glistening emeralds staring back at him, he's always been mesmerized by his mother's jewel like eyes. Most people have brown, blue, or hazel eyes, but she had green eyes. He supposed they were hazel but they always looked greener, especially if she was wearing something green. Born with the genetic mutation, Distichiasis, that gave her a double set of long eyelashes, they say that Elizabeth Taylor had deep blue eyes that appeared violet. His mother was born with Distichiasis too, a condition that caused men to stare at her beautiful eyes. With some women her age already giving up on their looks and sexuality, letting themselves go and even packing on the pounds, even without her hair done and without her wearing makeup, she was still a very pretty and sexy woman. An old movie buff in the heyday of Elizabeth Taylor, Katherine Hepburn, and Lauren Bacall, in the way she carried herself and articulated her words, she sometimes reminded him of Dina Merrill, from the original Mission Impossible TV series of old. Only, according to his father, being that she was much bustier than Dina Merrill, she looked more like Lee Remick with blonde hair from the old Paul Newman, James Stewart, and Glen Ford movies that he always watched. Yet, his favorite actress, the one with the best body, his father was fixated on Angie Dickinson when watching her old reruns, especially when she played Sgt. Pepper Anderson in Police Woman. He'd proclaim to anyone who'd listen, especially when he had been drinking, that his wife looked just like her. Admittedly, his mother did look a little like Angie Dickinson, especially when she dressed up as a police woman one Halloween. Influenced by his father, Jason is a movie buff too. Because of how beautiful his father thought his mother was, when Jason lived at home ten years ago, he'd masturbate himself while imagining he was having sex with Dina Merrill, Lee Remick, and Angie Dickinson instead of having sex with his mother. Easier to imagine having sex with his mother when pretending she was a movie star, he couldn't imagine having sex with his mother then as he's willing to imagine having sex with her now. He wondered if Dina Merrill, Lee Remick, and Angie Dickinson had sons, and if they did have sons, if they were as sexually aroused by their mothers as he was by their mothers and is by his own mother. Only, this morning, barely 6am, she was wearing makeup and her blonde hair was fixed too. Moreover, she was wearing perfume. Funny how he didn't notice any of that before. Too busy staring at the tops of her meaty breasts, instead of her hair, he didn't notice that her hair was already coiffed. Too busy staring at her long line of cleavage, he didn't notice she had already made up her eyes. Too busy staring at the big impressions her hard nipples made in her nightgown, he didn't notice her lips were painted red. Too busy ogling his mother's nearly naked body when the refrigerator's open door light illuminated her, he just perceived her as he has always done, as his sexy MILF of a mother. Then, he wondered, duh, why was she wearing makeup and perfume, and why was her hair already fixed? She never does her hair and makeup at this hour of the morning. It was then that he remembered hearing her shower running in his sleep. She took her shower while he was still sleeping. That's odd. Content to lounge in bed while watching TV, until she gets up to make coffee, she never showers that early. Now here she is showered, with her hair fixed, and wearing makeup, something he could get used to seeing, he wished she looked like this every morning. It was so early, too early for even him to be up, he's not usually up at this hour of the morning, especially on a Saturday morning when he doesn't have to report for work. Only, after all that happened last night with his mother catching him masturbating, he woke up horny. He couldn't sleep. Wanting to masturbate, after hearing his mother walking around in the kitchen, he decided to come downstairs. He wondered, is she going out? Does she have an early morning doctor's appointment? Or maybe, he'd like to think, that she fixed her hair and was wearing makeup and perfume just for him. A sexual fantasy that took hold of him as if this was his reality, he liked to think that his mother was looking especially pretty this morning just for him. Instead of thinking of her as his mother, he preferred thinking of her as Dina Merrill, Lee Remick, or Angie Dickinson. Instead of thinking of having sex with his mother, even though they're old and/or dead now in the case of Lee Remick, he'd rather think of her as his very own personal movie star. Instead of thinking of her as his mother, he preferred thinking of her as being his older, cougar of a sexy girlfriend. Only, a long stretch, other than her catching him masturbating and her flashing him her tits at the kitchen table and flashing him her panties whenever they played Scrabble, other than a bit of exhibitionism and voyeurism, nothing sexual has ever happened between them. Other than him always masturbating with the thoughts of imagining his mother naked while having sex with her, this is the first time that they've had a conversation about masturbation and/or about sex. With her big breasts demanding his focused attention, this is the first time she sat at the kitchen table without having the modesty of wearing a bathrobe. This was the first time that he's seeing so very much of her beautiful breasts. Now with her opening the door with this discussion about masturbation and with her telling him not to be embarrassed because he masturbates, he needed to ask her outright if she masturbates too. Somehow not thinking her human and perceiving her above base sexual feelings such as the self-abuse of masturbation, he couldn't imagine his mother masturbating. While she pulled, turned, twisted, and fingered her nipples, he couldn't imagine her with her nightgown up to her waist, her knees spread, and her fingers inside of her while she wiggled all over her bed. He couldn't imagine her using a vibrator, a dildo, or looking at pictures of naked men. Unable to go there and unable to hear her, he couldn't imagine his mother moaning while having an orgasm. Putting how saintly he felt about his mother aside, he needed to ask her his question. He needed to know her answer. For him to take the next step across the line of incest and for him to think of her as a woman instead of as his mother, he needed to know if she masturbates too. This was it. It was now or never. He may never have the opportunity again of asking her sexual questions that he has now with this open and honest conversation about masturbation. This may be the start of something very beautiful or this could be the beginning of something very bad. Afraid of poisoning the well and ruining their close mother and son relationship by going too far with his probing, sexual question, he had a difficult time treating her as a potential sexual partner which is what he was really hoping to do. Making sense to him, he figured, unless she had an early morning doctor's appointment, if she wasn't interested in having sex with him, she wouldn't have dolled herself up at this early hour of the morning. Right? He figured that if she wasn't as sexually interested in him as he was sexually interested in her, she wouldn't be sitting across from him with her breasts spilling out of her nightgown. Right? Taking a sip of his coffee as if he was taking a sip of scotch for courage, while staring at her long line of cleavage that seemingly continued forever in a valley of sexual delight, he braced himself before asking her his question. "Do you masturbate?" She looked at him looking at her before repeating his question. "Do I masturbate?" One didn't need to be a mind reader to know what she was thinking. By the sexually aroused look on her face, one didn't need to be a mind reader to know that she does masturbate. With the mere mention of the question, now he was able to see his mother pleasuring herself in her bed and/or in her bathtub. He paused to look at her while imagining his mother masturbating herself. He paused to look at her while imagining her naked. He paused to look at her breasts while imagining having sex with her. "Somehow, I can't imagine you masturbating," he said nervously while obviously hinting for her to tell him more about her masturbating herself. Forget about her masturbating, now he couldn't help himself from imagining getting out of his chair to stand beside her. Pulling out his prick, he imagined offering it to her lipstick decorated mouth while he reached his hand down her low cut nightgown to feel and fondle her breast while fingering her nipples. Forget about her masturbating, he couldn't help himself from imagining her blowing him and actually sucking his cock before cumming in his mother's beautiful mouth. No matter if she was Dina Merrill, Lee Remick, Angie Dickinson, or his mother, he was horny and he needed to cum whether by his own hand or by her mouth. * * * * * Part Eleven: Mary confesses her personal sexual secrets to her son. Finally getting somewhere in an intimate albeit incestuous sexual place where she wanted to be with her son, Mary looked at Jason with a sexy smile while imagining herself masturbating him as he masturbated her. As if he was masturbating herself now, she imagined him feeling her breasts, fingering her nipples, and rubbing her clit while she fondled and stroked his cock. A mutual masturbation fest, how hot would that be for them to masturbate one another? In the way that some women considered giving a hand job or even a blowjob as not really having sex, she wondered if masturbation between a mother and her son would be deemed incest or not really having sex at all. Perhaps masturbation would be deemed incestuous but surely, in this modern and sexually open generation, mutual masturbation wouldn't be deemed as having sex. Would it? It wasn't as if they were licking, sucking, and fucking. They were just rubbing and stroking. If anything, as if giving one another a massage, they'd only be stroking, rubbing, and fingering one another. What's the big deal? Certainly, there's no harm in a mother touching and feeling her son and a son touching and feeling his mother, is there? "Of course I masturbate," she said eager to discuss her sexual fantasies with him while hoping he'd cross the incestuous line first by discussing his sexual fantasies with her. Enjoying the warmth of her coffee, Mary held her coffee cup in both hands as if she was holding his cock with two hands and was about to raise his prick to her lips. They remained silent for a long moment with her looking at him and him staring into her eyes before continuing to stare at her exposed cleavage. Proud of her breasts, she loved her tits and she loved that he was staring at her tits while, hopefully, lusting over her sexually. Seldom showing off her breasts to anyone but her husband and now no longer to even him, she was sexually excited to show her son all that he was seeing of her while wearing her sexy, red nightgown. In the way that he stared at her tits, something that no man has done in a very long time, he made her feel sexy. He made her feel young and sexually viable again. Making her feel like a woman again instead of an old wife and mother, he made her feel alive sexually. After her husband left her for someone else, a much younger woman and a stripper no doubt, after being so rejected by a man who supposedly loved her, she never believed that she could feel sexy again. While watching him staring at all that he could see down her open nightgown top, Jason's uninterrupted gaze made her sexually aroused. In the way that he looked at her, stared at her, and leered at her made her want to show him more than less. Not covering herself from the leering heat of his stare by moving her hand to close her open top or folding her arms across her breasts to limit his view, instead she leaned forward to show him even more of what he was obviously hoping to see. Enjoying the sexual attention her son paid her, with her suddenly enjoying being an exhibitionist, she allowed him his voyeuristic fun. Enjoying sexually teasing him, she was having fun playing this game of exhibitionism and voyeurism. With much of her cleavage already exposed, she wondered how much of her breasts he could see. She wondered if he could see the tops of her areolas or even her nipples. Only, a delicate situation, baffled what to do next, she didn't know how to proceed. She didn't know what to do to take the next step to bring this sexual teasing to the next level of them having an incestuous, sexual relationship. With her suddenly showing him so very much of her breasts, sexually teasing him as much as any woman should who's not his mother, she wondered what he thought of her. She wondered if he thought she was hot. She wondered if he was as sexually attracted to her as she was sexually attracted to him. She wondered if he thought she was just a foolish, horny, old woman hoping for one last sexual hurrah. Just as she could easily and willingly go beyond the reality of him being her son, she wondered if he could easily and willingly go beyond the reality of her being his mother. Being that she was only his lover in her fantasies, in reality, she didn't want him to think of her as a slut or as an incestuous whore. Yet, in deference to her being his mother, she still hoped that he'd think of her as a sexual woman instead of only as his mother. She hoped that he'd want her as much as she wanted him. If his erection and leering stare at his breasts was any indication of his sexual lust for her than this may be the start of something unbelievably good. Nonetheless their obvious sexual interest in one another, they were both stuck in limbo. Stuck with him showing her his stiff pajama clad cock and her showing him the tops of her breasts and her sexy, long, line of cleavage, she didn't know how she could get him in her bedroom. Even though the distance from the kitchen to her bedroom wasn't very far at all, the road to him being naked and in her bedroom with her naked too was indeed a long road to travel. With her already more than ready and willing, she didn't know how to get him naked for her to get his cock in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy. Only, surprising even her, he was about to take the next step for her. * * * * * Part Twelve: "What do you think about when pleasuring yourself?" "Just curious," he said biting his lip. "If you don't mind me asking and you don't have to answer if my question is too personal but," he said with a pause. He looked from her eyes to her breasts before looking back up at her eyes again. "What do you think about when you're touching yourself and pleasuring yourself?" Bingo! Good question. Now that was a good start to begin their incestuous ball rolling. Wanting to confess that she thinks about him but not wanting him to think badly of her, playing it safe with her being his mother, she wanted him to tell her first what he thinks about when masturbating. "You first," she said with a naughty twinkle in her eye while looking at him as if he was an available man she met at the supermarket instead of her son. "If you tell me what you think about while masturbating, I'll tell you what I think about when masturbating," she said leaning even more forward to rest her elbows on the kitchen table and to stare in his eyes as if she was having a conversation with the bartender at a bar. Only, when she leaned forward like that, a well-rehearsed move, with her nightgown leaning forward and opening with her, she knew she was flashing him even more of her breasts. Having practiced this move in her mirror several times before, she knew that he could see the tops of her meaty breasts and her long line of cleavage. Obviously by his stare, unable to stop himself from looking, leering actually, with him an active participant in her game of sexual teasing, incestuous seduction, and exhibitionism and voyeurism, he was staring right down her open nightgown top as if she wasn't even wearing a nightgown at all. With the lustful heat of his stare, she could feel her nipples erecting, growing hard, and pushing against the thin material of her sheer nightgown. With him obviously enjoying the down nightgown view of her C cup breasts, with the thought that she was so wickedly exposing the tops of her breasts and cleavage to her son, she could feel a familiar sticky wetness between her legs. So long as he didn't take offense to her being salaciously sexy, no longer feeling like his mother but rather feeling like such a slut, she liked the feeling of being an incestuous whore. Now with her showing him so much of her tits, and with her not having practiced leaning this far forward in her mirror, she wondered how much of her breasts he really could see. Hoping he could, if he couldn't see them before, she wondered if he could see the tops of her areolas now. Hoping he could, if he couldn't see them before, she wondered if he could see her hard, erect nipples now. "Gees, Mom, I don't know if I can do that. I don't know if I can tell you what I think about when masturbating. I'd be so embarrassed to tell you what goes through my mind when I'm playing with myself," he said taking a nervous sip of his coffee. Acting as if it was no big deal to her, she rolled her eyes and sighed in her effort to put him more at ease. "Don't be embarrassed," she said in a soothing and calming motherly albeit sexy voice. "Tell me what do you think about when masturbating? If you tell me what you think about when masturbating," she said giving him a sexy stare. "I'll tell you what I think about when masturbating myself," she said. As if there was a silent drumroll of suspense, in the way that she thinks about him naked when masturbating herself, she wondered if he was going to confess that he thinks of her naked when masturbating himself. In the way that she thinks about having sex with him when masturbating herself, she wondered if he was going to confess that he thinks of having sex with her when masturbating himself. She only hoped to God that he sexually wanted her as much as she sexually wanted him. Now or never, she'd discover soon if they were embarking on an incestuous, sexual relationship or not. This was it. This was finally it. Hopefully, her son was going to take the first step across the imaginary line of incest by telling her that he not only thinks about her naked but also that he imagines having sex with her. Jason was finally going to tell his mother that he wants her sexually as much as she wants him sexually. Once he confesses his incestuous, sexual secret, then she'll reciprocate and confess her incestuous, sexual secret too. "Actually, no big secret, that's an easy question for me to answer," he said with a laugh. "I imagine having sex with Jennifer Nettles. I imagine seeing her naked." She was crushed. As if her sexual excitement immediately dissipated in the way of a plug coming loose from a wall socket, she could feel the color drain from her face. Thinking that he did, he didn't want her. He wanted Jennifer Nettles, an imaginary figment of his imagination. Nonetheless, encouraged that he confided in her, yet she was disappointed that he chose someone he could never have over someone he could have right here and right now. Moreover, there was no way that she could compete with the imagined image that he had of a beautiful, sexy, and young, country western singer. Seemingly, other than flashing her tits now at the kitchen table and her panties whenever they played Scrabble, what else could she do to make her son sexually want her? Mom & Son Discuss Masturbation Ch. 04 Ready to give up, feeling so foolish having unmercifully exposed her nearly naked body to him, she was finished. This little fiasco that started with her catching him masturbating and cumming while imagining that he was thinking of her naked and having sex with her was done. There was no just no way he'd sexually want his old mother when he thinks of Jennifer Nettles whenever masturbating instead of thinking of her. If only he had chosen her instead of Jennifer Nettles, no doubt shocking the shit out of him, she would have lowered her nightgown straps to show him her breasts. If only he had chosen her instead of Jennifer Nettles, not mistaking her sexual albeit incestuous intent, she would have willingly stripped off her nightgown to expose her naked body to him. If only he had chosen her instead of Jennifer Nettles, taking all of the rest of the steps after he took the first step, she would have invited him to her bedroom to talk, to kiss, to cuddle, to lick, to suck, and to fuck. Only, with her long past her prime and with her twenty-three-years older than her son and fourteen-years older than Jennifer Nettles, she was no competition for her. Obviously, in the way that he and his father stared at the TV screen whenever watching Dina Merrill, Lee Remick, and Angie Dickinson, he wanted to have sex with some imagined celebrity than with her. "I figured as much," she said with disappointment in her voice while taking a nervous sip of her coffee and wishing he had confessed that he thought about her instead of Jennifer Nettles when masturbating. Not wanting to make the first incestuous move, with her unable to tell him that she thinks of him while masturbating, she needed to come up with something else to say to entice him to open up and for him to continue with their honest and open albeit incestuous dialogue about masturbation. Only, seemingly, despite their open and honest dialogue about masturbation, their forbidden sexual affair would prematurely stop there. There was a long pause, an uncomfortable silence between them that seemed to have lasted longer than it did. Waiting for him to confess what she hoped he'd confess, he finally took her in his confidence. "Sometimes, when masturbating," he said with a long pause while looking down at his coffee cup as if he was peering down in his beer, opening up to her, he said finally, "Sometimes, I think about you." To be continued... Mom & Son Discuss Masturbation Ch. 05 Part Thirteen: "Sometimes when masturbating...I think of you." Finally! Forget about Jennifer Nettles, he said what she wanted and needed to hear him say. He thinks about her when masturbating. She couldn't believe it. In the way she thinks about him when masturbating, he thinks of her. Only what does he think about when thinking about her while masturbating? In the way that he stares at and is obviously so enamored with her breasts, does he think of her topless? Does he imagine her naked? Does he imagine touching and feeling her naked body? Does he sexually fantasize about having sex with her when stroking his cock? Does he imagine making love to his mother when he wants and needs to cum? Does he imagine her stroking him before sucking him and before cumming in her willing mouth? "Me? Really? You think about me? Your mother?" Wanting to jump his bones right then and there, instead she acted so surprised while playing miss innocent, a spider trapping a fly in her web, she had him now. She paused to look at him and to give him her best motherly smile. "I do," he said as if they were standing at the altar and he just agreed to marry her. As if she was Lily Tomlin sticking a finger inside of her cleavage, she stuck her finger down her cleavage while following his eyes. No doubt he wished it was his finger or his cock stuck in her cleavage between her breasts. Continuing to sexually tease him, she looked at him while he stared at her finger buried between her tits. "Now that you've piqued my curiosity, you must tell me more," she said squirming in her seat while jumping all over his newly revealed sexual interest in her. After confessing his secret, sexual desire for her, if only he'd get up from the table, she'd love to see how big and how hard his love barometer is. In the way that she was wet and her nipples were erect and hard in anticipation to them being fingered and sucked, she suspected that he had an enormous erection. Wishing she could, she'd love to take him in her hand before taking him in her mouth and ultimately burying his cock deep within her pussy. Ready for him to make more of a sexual move, she wished he'd lean across the table to stick his horny hand down her open nightgown top. If only he'd touch her, she'd allow him to feel her breasts and fondle her breasts while fingering her nipples. If only he'd touch her where no son should ever touch and feel his mother, she'd touch and feel her son. "Okay," he said turning red. Obviously getting him to talk about something so incestuous was as if pulling teeth. Careful what to say next, she didn't want to spook him and stop him from talking about what he thinks of her when masturbating himself. "Tell me," she said. "What do you think about when you think of me while masturbating yourself?" * * * * * Ready for sex, she was glad she showered. She was glad she put on makeup and fixed her hair. Ready for him to sniff her while licking her, she was glad she dabbed perfume on all of her pulse points. She was glad that she was sitting there looking younger instead of older. Hoping he'd think her more sexually desirable, she was ready for her son to take her sexually. With her son showering last night, she was glad he was ready for sex too. Maybe if things worked out between them, with one thing leading to another, maybe they could even shower together one day. She'd like that. She'd like to be naked in the shower with her son. While touching her and feeling her in all the places she imagined him touching her and feeling her, she'd love for him to lather her naked body before she lathers his naked body. After they rinsed, she'd love for him to push her up against the wet tile, shower wall, lift her legs over his hips, and fuck her, really fuck her. Pounding her pussy, she imagined him turning her around and bending her over to take her from behind. As if they were husband and wife on their Honeymoon instead of mother and son, she'd love for him to fuck her doggie style while the warm water from the shower cascaded down upon them. Not having to take the time later, in the way he was looking at her, he made her feel so sexy. He made her feel so wanted. Now she was glad that she put her makeup on, fixed her hair, and dabbed on some perfume before coming down to the kitchen, something she never does before breakfast, unless she's going out early for a doctor's appointment. Knowing that he was seeing more of her than he's ever seen of her before, she was glad she wore her sexiest and sheerest nightgown. With her entire cleavage on display and her breasts spilling out of her nightgown top, it wouldn't take very much for his fingers to coax out her big tits. In the way he continued staring at her cleavage, she could tell that he liked her tits. She looked at him with her big, green eyes that always appeared tired before but looked pretty now. Sexually awakening her, by his lustful stare, he gave her a reason to get up in the morning and get washed and dressed in the morning. Glad that depressing part of her life was over, she was glad that she no longer had to get up early every morning to go to work after retiring from the Post Office with a back injury. She was glad that she could be home with him. Glad that he wasn't staying out late drinking, she was glad that he had forsaken his friends to be with her. Giving her his full, undivided attention, she was glad he hasn't brought home a woman for sex. She'd be so jealous if he did. After she caught him masturbating and cumming, with her feeling sexually alive again, she never would have showered and fixed her makeup and hair so very early in the morning. Hoping to get him in bed, so ready to be licked and to get laid, she'd give him sexual pleasure in the way she's never given her husband before and in the way that his ex-wife never did. Everything seemed dependent on his willingness to reveal himself and on the openness of their sexual conversation about masturbation. Instead of thinking of her as his tired, uninteresting, 54-year-old mother, she was hoping he'd think her more as his older girlfriend, his sexy cougar. * * * * * "Sometimes I wonder what you look like naked," he said fidgeting with the handle of his coffee. Suddenly looking afraid, he paused before continuing. "Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have sex with you," he said pausing for a sip of coffee as if his coffee was whiskey before gulping out what he said next. "Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to be inside of you," he said looking at her as if he had confessed something so forbiddeningly inappropriate. If his mother didn't share his thoughts and his lust what he just confessed would indeed be so forbiddingly inappropriate. She quivered with the imagined sensation of his cock inside of her pussy. She quivered with the imagined thoughts of him making passionate love to her before fucking her. There's only one way to find that out, she wanted to say but controlling herself from revealing too much of herself too soon, she didn't. "Oh my," she said opening and closing the top of her nightgown really fast. "Either I'm having a hot flash or it's getting hot in her," she said with a laugh. Hoping to remove some of the obvious stress he was feeling by making light of what he was saying, she was hoping to continue him to confess his sexual feelings more. If only he knew he had confessed something so sexually exciting to her because sometimes she wonders what it would feel like to have his cock buried inside of her too. "Sometimes I wonder what sounds you make when cumming and when having an orgasm," he said pausing before continuing. "Other times I just wonder what you look like topless and/or naked." Wow! There it is. As if he was swinging a battering ram, he just flung open her sensually erotic door wide open and, as if peeping on her dressing or undressing, he more than peeked his head inside. With him obviously sexually interested in his old mother, now with the ball in her possession, not wanting to fumble, it was up to her to run down the field with him to score. "Seriously?" While trying not to show her sexual excitement, she looked at him and smiled. "Sometimes you think of me naked?" "Yes," he said without pause or delay. "Sometimes you think of what it would feel like to have sex with me?" "Yes," he said just as quickly as he said yes before. "Sometimes you think of what it was be like to be inside of me?" Already deciding to have sex with him, imagining his big cock filling her with warmth and with love, she was so ready to have sex with him. "Yes," he said turning red. Nearly overwhelming her modesty and her moral role as his mother, she had a strong urge to stand and strip off her nightgown. At the very least, she wanted to slowly lower her nightgown straps to show him her big boobs. If only to see the look on his face, she wanted to show him her tits. She wondered if she showed him her big boobs, if he'd touch and feel her big boobs. If only he gave her any encouragement, she'd be standing there naked right now. "You think of me topless?" Egging him on, she gave him a sexy look while he gave her an embarrassed look. "Yes," he said turning redder. Not letting him go, she persevered by gulping out her next question. "You think of me naked?" In the way that she was thinking of him naked with him making love to her now, she was wondering if he was thinking of her naked and pounding her pussy at this very moment. Instead, no doubt, he was thinking of her sucking his cock and she would if only he'd stand and walk over to her with his cock pushing against his pajamas. Unable to stop her sexually aroused imagination, she imagined sticking her horny hand inside his pajama bottom, pulling out his cock, and while stroking him as she stared up at him, she'd take him in her mouth to suck him. Imagining stroking him faster while sucking him harder and deeper, she imagined him ejaculating in her mouth in the way that she saw him ejaculate all over his stomach and chest. "Yes," he said with his face turning as red as she imagined his cock was getting hard. Wanting to reward him for being so candid in telling her what she so wanted to hear, she was tempted to strip off her nightgown right there in the kitchen to show him her big tits, her blonde, bushy pussy, and her round, firm ass. In the way that he showed her his cock, she couldn't wait to show him her tits. In the way that he ejaculated cum in front of her, she couldn't wait to have an orgasm in front of him. She wondered if he'd like her breasts as much as she liked her breasts. In the way that he always stared at her tits, no doubt he was, nonetheless she wondered if he was a breast man. Then again, in the way that he stared between her legs at her panties whenever they played Scrabble and she deliberate flashed him while making her panty flashes appear accident, perhaps he's a leg man. Just once, she wished she had the nerve to play Scrabble while in her nightgown and not wearing panties. Just once, she'd love to give him a sexy flashing show of her tits whenever she leaned down to make a word and of her pussy, every time she crossed and uncrossed her long legs. "Tell me, Jason, I'm curious. When you think of me while masturbating, what do you think about? I mean, what particular part of my body do you think more about than another?" * * * * * Part Fourteen: "What particular part of my body do you think about more than another?" Not wanting to miss this opportunity, taking the bull by the horns so to speak in her unmerciful, sexual teasing of him, she stood and walked to him to lean over him. If she received any encouragement from him at all, she's lower her nightgown straps to flash him her big tits. If she received any encouragement from him at all, she'd strip off her nightgown. If she received any encouragement from him at all, she'd fall to her knees and take his big prick in her hand before taking his stiff cock in her mouth. "I don't know," he said nervously while staring up at his mother before staring down at the open top of her nightgown. "I think of all of you," he said not committing himself. Assuredly in the way that she was leaning over him, with her nightgown top falling wide open and her big tits leaning forward with her, surely he could see her areolas as well as her nipples. Surely, especially when she sucked in her tummy as she was doing now, he could see all the way down her nightgown and see the top of her bushy, blonde pussy. Waiting for him to stick his horny hand inside of the top of her open nightgown, she watched his eyes look down her open nightgown top at her exposed breasts before staring down, all the way down, at the rest of her. In the way she was shamelessly leaning over him and in the way that her nightgown top had fallen completely open, he obviously and shamelessly had a clear view of her big breasts down her nightgown. Knowing that he could, she wondered if along with her cleavage, if he could see the tops of her areolas. Knowing that he could, she wondered if he could see her nipples. Knowing that he could, she wondered if he could see the top of her blonde, bushy pussy. Just thinking that he could see her areolas, her nipples, and her pubic hair made her horny. "Surely, there must be one specific part of me that you think of more than the other. Are you a breast man?" Forcing his hand to commit his sexual attraction for her, she watched him peering down her open nightgown top. "I love your big tits Mom," he said looking up from her tits to briefly look up at her before returning his focused attention to her tits. "You have beautiful breasts." Still not satisfied she continued in her sexy seduction of her son. "Or are you a leg man," she said straightening her posture to take a step back. While watching his eyes dart down, she slowly raised her nightgown higher and higher and all the way up nearly to the bottom of her pussy to expose her still shapely legs and thighs. She was so tempted to raise her nightgown still higher to show him her pussy. In the way that she'd love to flash him her naked breasts, she'd love to flash him her naked, bushy, blonde pussy. "You have beautiful legs and such shapely thighs his said staring at her thighs as if he was staring at her pussy. Not satisfied sexually teasing him with her big tits and her bushy pussy, she decided to tease him with her round ass. "Or are you an ass man," she said turning away from him to bend at the waist and to wave her round, shapely ass in his face. "You do have a nice ass Mom," he said. "You have the best ass and the best body out of all of my friends' mothers. You're my real live Angie Dickinson," he said which was something that his father always said to her. She swooned when he called her his real live Angie Dickinson. Continuing to sexually tease him, when she bent at the waist like that, she could feel her short nightgown raise with her. Having not practiced this move in the mirror, and with her not wearing panties, she wondered if he could see her ass. She wondered if he could see her pussy. She wished he'd reach out his horny hand to touch her, feel her, and grope her. She wished he'd squeeze her ass and/or slap her ass. She wished he'd stick his horny hand between her legs to cup her cunt and finger her cunt, his mother's cunt. She wished he'd lift her short nightgown all the way up to her waist to expose her blonde, bushy pussy and her firm, naked behind. Turning to face him again, with her nipples making their erect appearances through her nightgown, it was obvious that just as he was sexually excited, she was sexually aroused too. "I'm a breast man, Mom," he said. "I've always liked big tits." He paused while staring at her nipples pushing against her nightgown. "I've always been enamored with your big tits," he said looking as if he was going to reach out his hand to touch her, feel her, and grope her big tits through her nightgown but he didn't. * * * * * Part Fifteen: "I'm a breast man, Mom...I've always been enamored with your big tits." Wishing he'd make more of a sexual move on her, if he was a breast man and was so enamored with her big boobs, she wished he'd reach out his horny hand and feel her tits. She even wished he'd tickle her while deliberately pawing her and groping her. If nothing else but giving him more to masturbate over, she wished he'd pull down the front of her nightgown to expose her big tits to his horny eyes. She wished he'd stick his hand down her nightgown top. Being that her nipples were one of her erogenous zones, if he dared to finger her nipples and dared to suck her nipples, ready to take him in her hand and stroke him, she'd suck his cock. She wish he'd finger her big nipples and actually suck her nipples through her nightgown while sticking his other hand up her short nightgown to finger her pussy. Perhaps expecting too much too soon, maybe she was asking too much of him. Maybe what stopped him from taking the next incestuous step forward was that he was her son and/or that she was his mother. "So," she said looking down at her protruding breasts before looking up at him to make eye contact. "You like my tits?" She looked down at herself and opening the top of her nightgown with her thumb, she peered down inside as if inviting him to look too but he didn't. Returning her gaze to her blue eyes, she interrogated him for more information. "Tell me. I'm curious now. What do you like about my tits?" Wanting to do this all morning, she was so tempted to lower her nightgown straps to flash him her C cup tits. She wondered what he'd say if she showed him her tits. She wondered what he'd do if she flashed him her breasts. She liked to think that he'd flash her his cock again. At the very least, she'd like to think that he'd touch her tits, feel her tits, fondle her tits, and suck her tits. Only she didn't want to make the first move by exposing her breasts to him. She wanted him to take on the responsibility, the guilt, and the remorse, if there was any, of their imagined, incestuous mother and son sexual relationship. "Gees, Mom, you're putting me on the sport. Not having seen your breasts, I don't know Mom," he said. I can rectify that, she thought but she didn't dare say or do. She wanted this to be his game and not her game. Too willing and too ready, she needed him to be willing and ready too. "Surely for you to stare at my tits in the way that you're always staring at my tits, there must be something that you like about my tits," she said. As if afraid to continue this discussion, he bit his lip before speaking. "I like how big they are. I like your long line of cleavage. You have cleavage like Loni Anderson used to have on WKRP," he said with a dirty laugh. "Loni Anderson? Wow! I'll take that as a compliment," she said. "What else? Tell me more." "You're putting me on the spot. After never discussing any of this stuff and never talking about sex, I can't believe we're talking about masturbation," he said. "I can't believe we're talking about your tits, your legs, and your ass as if you're a woman I picked up in a bar and brought home for the night." The problem is that he still thinks of her as his mother. If only he thought of her as a woman he picked up in a bar and brought home for the night, she wouldn't mind giving him a one night stand. Always nervous as a little boy, it was time for her to do her magic in comforting him and reassuring him that their open and honest discussion about masturbation was as normal as it was healthy. She walked to him, put her hand around his neck, and pressed her breasts against his face. Practically smothering him with her big tits, she was waiting for him to touch her, feel her, and fondle her tits while fingering her nipples but he didn't. With him apparently too afraid to make the first incestuous move, obviously he couldn't. She let go of him and took a step back. Mom & Son Discuss Masturbation Ch. 05 "There's nothing wrong with masturbation Jason. It's a sexual release that we all sometimes need to do to get on with our lives," she said smiling at him as if silently asking him if he wanted her to masturbate him. "I know," he said. "So tell me. When you're masturbating," she said pausing to look down at her breast again and where his eyes were looking. "What do you think when you're thinking about my breasts?" She imagined all that he thought about when imagining and masturbating over her naked breasts. She imagined him seeing them, touching them, feeling them, and sucking them as she'd love him to do. She imagined him fingering her hard nipples before sucking her big tits. She imagined fucking her big tits with his cock before she leaned her head down to take his erect prick in her mouth. "You won't get mad if I tell you?" Mad? She wanted to laugh out loud. I may get sexually excited but I'd never be angry that my son thinks about my tits while stroking his cock, she wanted to say but didn't. She sat down at the table to finish the last big of her already cold coffee. "No, I won't get mad," she said with a little laugh while looking at him with as much love as she was now looking at him with sexual excitement. Obviously, she was sexually excited that her son wanted her as much as she wanted him. With that bit of sexual knowledge in mind, she imagined him feeling her tits through her nightgown while fingering her nipples before sucking her nipples. She imagined feeling his cock through his pajama bottom before stroking his cock. She imagined stroking his cock before sucking his cock. When she walked in his room last night to catch him masturbating, she recalled him cumming. Thinking about all of that cum that coated his chest and stomach, she'd love to stroke him fast and hard enough for him to cream her hand or ejaculate in her mouth. "You won't kick me out of the house if I tell you what I think about when thinking about your tits as I masturbate?" She'd kick her husband out of the house before she kicked her son out of her house. It was her house after all left to her by her mother. She'd never kick her son out of her house, especially now that they were on the brink of having and incestuous, sexual affair. "Of course not. I love having you here. I'm glad to help you during your hard time," she said reaching across the table to touch his hand with her fingertips when what she really wanted to do was to touch his cock. "Thank you, Mom. I like being here with you," he said. She fingered the tip of his finger as if she was fingering the tip of his cock. By the sexually excited look on his face, he got the message. "So tell me," she said with a pause. "Sexually stimulating for me to think that you think of me in that sexual way, I'd like to know what you think about when you think about my breasts while masturbating yourself." Staring in his coffee as if he was staring in the bottom of an empty whiskey glass, he suddenly fell pensive before coming alive with sexual excitement. Not wanting their conversation to wane and prematurely end, wanting him to remain there talking to her, she got up from the table to pour him another cup of coffee while he told her what she so wanted and needed to hear. "What do I think about when I think about you sexually while masturbating?" Taking full advantage of the down nightgown view, he stared at her exposed cleavage. "Yes, I'd really like to know," she said still playing with his finger. She looked down at his finger as if she was looking down at his cock. She was tempted to lift his finger from the table and take it to her lips before taking it in her mouth. She wondered what he'd do if she sucked his finger. "I think about seeing your tits. I wonder what your big breasts look like. I imagine seeing your areolas and nipples. I wonder what they look like," he said staring in his mother's green eyes before staring down at the erect impressions her nipples made in her sheer nightgown. "I think about touching them, feeling them, and fondling them," he said with a pause. "I think about sucking your tits," he confessed. If only he wasn't her son, she would have shown him her breast by now. If only he wasn't her son and she wasn't his mother, she would have stripped off her nightgown already. If only he wasn't her son and she wasn't his mother, she would have stroked him, sucked him, and fucked him. If only he wasn't her son and she wasn't his mother, she would have had sex with him when she caught him masturbating in his room. Only, he was her son and she was his mother. Squirming in her seat as if she was masturbating herself by rubbing her thighs together, she gave him a sexually excited smile to let him know that they were on the same sexual incest page. "Interesting," she said taking another sip of her coffee. "That's so interesting that you sometimes think of me in a sexual way while pleasuring yourself. I'm so flattered that you think of my breasts. To be totally honest, I love my big tits," she said looking down at her tits again while opening the top of her nightgown again. "And I want you to know, Jason, that there's nothing wrong with you thinking of your mother in a sexual way. It's normal for you to have those sexual feelings towards me." She swooned at the thought of her son wanting her enough to want to see, touch, and feel her tits. She swooned at the thought of him sucking her tits. She swooned at the thought of him feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples, while she stroked and sucked his cock. Only, it was his turn to question her now. * * * * * Part Sixteen: "Have you ever thought of me in a sexual way?" Armed with her true, incestuous, sexual confession, she was so ready to tell him everything. "Have you ever thought of me in a sexual way?" With him asking her the perfect question in encouraging her to confess her sexual feelings towards her son, she swooned at the thought of what she was about to say next. "Have you ever thought about having sex with me?" This was it. Finally, this was really it. Forget about stepping over the imaginary line of incest, they've already crossed the line and continued running down the incestuous playing field for a touchdown. With each one confessing their sexual fantasies to the other regarding their thoughts when masturbating, they were on the precipice of having sex. One way or the other, as if doing a 10 meter high dive, it wouldn't take her much to push him off the cliff for him to take the incestuous plunge with her or to scare him away. "I have," she said not even having to contemplate in formulating her answer to confess her response. To be continued... Mom & Son Discuss Masturbation Ch. 06 Forget about talking about it, mother and son finally agree to have sex. Part Sixteen: "Have you ever thought of me in a sexual way?" Armed with her true, incestuous, sexual confession, she was so ready to tell him everything. "Have you ever thought of me in a sexual way?" Have I ever thought of you in a sexual way? With him asking her the perfect question in encouraging her to confess her sexual feelings towards her son, she swooned at the thought of what she was about to say next after asking her that question. "You first," she said. "Have you ever thought about having sex with me?" This was it. Finally, this was really it. Forget about stepping over the imaginary line of incest and forget about just discussing masturbation, they've already crossed the line and continued running down the incestuous playing field for a touchdown. With each one confessing their sexual fantasies to the other regarding their thoughts when masturbating, they were on the precipice of having sex. One way or the other, as if doing a 10 meter high dive, it wouldn't take her much to push him off the cliff for him to take the incestuous plunge with her or to scare him away. "I have while masturbating," he said not even having to contemplate in formulating his answer in confessing his response. She recalled all the times she thought of her son in a sexual way and even more since he's been living back at home with her. The culmination that put her over the edge was when she saw his cock when catching him masturbating. As if wishing it was her hand instead of his, she watched him stroking himself. Mesmerized by his big, hard cock, never expecting him to do so and surprised when he did, she just stood there while watching him cum. Wanting to mount him and ram his stiff prick inside of her warm, wet pussy, it took all the self-control she had not to move to him and take him in her hand before taking him in her mouth. It took all the self-control she had not to strip off her clothes and have sex with him right then and right there. After watching him masturbating and cumming, within just a few minutes, she was in her room with her bedroom door closed. She was so sexually aroused that she masturbated herself with the thoughts of having sex with him. With her standing at a cliff without wearing a parachute, she was already over the edge of the precipice and it was up to her to bring him along with her. "While you're masturbating, have you ever thought of me naked?" Not even waiting for him to answer her question, she asked him another. "Have you ever thought of having sex with me?" While thinking about his cock in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy, she thought about him last night when she was masturbating herself to the thoughts of watching him masturbating himself. In the way she thought about him ejaculating cum all over his chest, his stomach, and his hand, she thought about him cumming in her mouth and in her pussy. "Yes in answer to both of those questions," she said being openly and honestly. Never thinking they'd ever be having this conversation about masturbation and incestuous, sexual fantasies, oh my God, this is so sexually exciting to be discussing mutual masturbation with her son. "What do you think about when thinking of me?" It would be easier to tell him what she doesn't think about when thinking about his naked body and his hard, erect cock. "It's different for a woman than it is for a man," she said skirting the truth by temporarily evading the issue while her brain caught up with her horniness. If only he knew that women are much more sexual than men. If only men knew what the sexual beast they'd unleash by sexually satisfying their women, most men couldn't handle it. Too much sex for them, most men wouldn't want the amount of sex that their women crave, need, and want. Most men would be shocked if they only knew what dirty sluts and nasty whores their supposedly kind, loving, and innocent women really were. "How so?" She wished she could tell him the truth instead of having to make up something to assuage him. Only, if she told him the truth, no doubt, he'd think of her, his own mother, a whore. Even though she's only been faithful in her marriage and sexually intimate with only one man, but with her husband never fully sexually satisfying her, she's always had sexual thoughts. She wished she could tell him that deep down inside she was a dirty slut and a nasty whore. Perhaps in another life she was a wicked prostitute. What would he think of her then if she told him how horny she always is and how much she masturbates? She only wished she could confess that she wants to have sex with him. What would he think of his mother then? "Well, I think more about holding you," she said. "I think more about hugging you and comforting you rather than having hot sex with you," she said with a little laugh while lying through her teeth. Hugging him her ass. If anything, forget about making love, she'd rather he'd fuck her and fuck her hard. She'd rather he'd strip her naked and force his sexual way upon her. She'd rather strip him naked and tie his wrists and ankles to her bed so that she could have her wicked sexual way with him. Being that she'd never had anal sex but always wanted to try, she'd even allow him to fuck her where the sun doesn't shine and where no son should ever fuck his mother, if only he wanted and if only he so dared. Definitely, a preemptive given, she'd suck his cock. At the very least, if that's all he wanted and with her willing to be satisfied with just that, she'd allow him to cum in her mouth and she'd swallow. Have I ever thought about having sex with you? He's got to be kidding. Duh? A better question would be, since you've moved home a month ago, have I not stopped thinking about having sex with you? If only he knew how much she sexually wanted him, wouldn't he be surprised? With her husband no longer touching her and giving her any kind of physical affection, emotional satisfaction, and sexual attention, she's suddenly transferred all of her sexual feelings to her son. "Tell me more in detail," he said with a perversely look on his face. Hiding her lust, she looked at him and smiled her innocence. A mother lusting over her son was immorally abnormal but a son lusting over his mother, according to Freud, was completely and oxymoronically normal. "You first," she said unwilling to totally expose herself in playing this sexy game until he exposed himself first. Not wanting to upset the apple cart and/or rock the boat prematurely and before she could get him neck deep in hot water, she needed him to immerse himself in the incestuous waters first before she'd save him by swimming with him to shore. There, as if a remake of from Here to Eternity, titillating her in just thinking about it, instead of Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr acting their parts, she'd finally have her sexy beach scene with her son. "I have," he said seemingly unashamed and unembarrassed that he's had forbidden sexual thoughts of his mother. Just sitting here now, with him about to tell her his secret lust for her, she couldn't remove the sexy scene of her son stroking himself before cumming. A full mouthful when watching him ejaculate, there was so much cum. If he had asked her to, she would have licked his cum clean from his stomach and chest. If he had wanted her to, she would have sucked out the last drops of cum from his cock. With great pleasure and sexual passion, she would have licked his cock clean. She imagined stroking him but instead of him cumming all over his chest and stomach, she imagined him cumming in her mouth. She'd do anything to taste her son's cock as her ultimate evidence that she sexually satisfied him with her hand and mouth. Further, she imagined looking up at him with her bright green eyes while swallowing every drop of him. Scandalous in her sexual desire for him, if only he knew what she'd do to his hard, young body, he may be surprised. "In what way?" She stared at him while imagining his answer. She imagined him taking her in his arms to kiss her, French kiss her. She imagined her son feeling her ass with one hand while feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples with his other hand. She imagined her son stripping her naked before pushing her back on her bed and taking and with all his pent up, incestuous passion for her. Up and down and up and down, she imagined him pounding her pussy. She imagined herself screaming with an orgasm. She imagined him sweating while fucking her pussy hard, really hard, and hard enough for her to be happily sore the next day. "Well, to be totally honest, I've thought about exposing myself to you numerous times." He paused while looking at her while no doubt waiting to see her reaction to what he just said. He looked at her as if he was about to expose his cock to her now. "And why didn't you expose yourself to me?" She looked at him while imagining his cock dangling in front of her face. "I felt funny. I felt perverted. I feared you'd ask me to leave the house if you didn't feel safe being alone with me," he said. If only he had exposed himself early, maybe they would have been having glorious sex by now. "I could never feel unsafe with you, Jason. You're my son. My flesh and blood. I love you, perhaps a little too much," she said with a sexy albeit dirty laugh. She imagined him naked. She imagined herself naked. She imagined his naked body sweating all over her naked body. "I've always wondered what your reaction would be to seeing my cock," he said with some obvious uncomfortableness. She smiled a sexually satisfied smile while recalling the image of his erect cock spurting cum. "Well, wonder no more. Your cock is only the second cock I've seen in person. After last night, you don't have to wonder about my reaction to seeing your cock anymore," she said laughing. "We've put that question to rest with me seeing your erection and I must say that you have a beautiful cock and a much bigger cock then you're father's cock." Again the imagined image of his cock filled her horny hand, her willing mouth, and her warm, wet pussy. If only she could have sex with her son right here and right now, even on the kitchen table in the way that Jack Nicholson took Jessica Lange in the remake of the The Postman Always Rings Twice, she'd be so happy. If only he'd make a move on her, after feigning her resistance to preserve her twisted morality, her false modesty, and her sacred motherly honor, she'd willingly submit to him. "Thank you for saying that Mom," he said pausing as if having second thoughts about what he was going to say next. "That's true, we did put that question to rest with you seeing my cock but," he stopped. But? She wondered what he was thinking. She wondered what he was going to say next. "But what? Tell me," she said. "We shouldn't have any secrets between us, especially at this stage of our mature mother and son relationship." He looked at her as if trying to read his mind while she looked at him as if trying to psychically tell him that she wanted him. "Sometimes I wonder what it would be feel like for you to wrap your fingers around me while fondling me before stroking me," he said looking at his mother while she looked at him with lust. Obviously with hopeful expectation and sexual anticipation that she would, no doubt, agree to masturbate him, there was no telling where this conversation on masturbation would lead. Dizzy with sexual delight, she swooned at the thought of her fingers wrapped around her son's big prick. Was that his subtle hint for her to take his cock in her horny hand? Is that what he wanted her to do? Did he want her to masturbate him? If only he'd say that's what he wanted her to do, she'd masturbate him, she would. Only, rather than just masturbating him, she wanted to do so much more. Suddenly she had an image of her horny, sexually frustrated hand wrapped around her son's cock instead of her husband's cock. She imagined stroking him harder and faster until he exploded a load of cum all over her naked breasts. As if he had an inexhaustible amount of cum, she imagined stroking him harder and faster, while sucking him longer and deeper. She imagined him cumming in her willing mouth and her swallowing every last drop of his cum. Not allowing his hopeful expectation to go unanswered, she continued probing his willingness to want an incestuous, sexual relationship. "So, you're sexual fantasy is for me to masturbate you?" She paused while waiting for him to respond and when he didn't, she persevered. "Is that it?" Oh, yeah, without question, Jason wouldn't have to ask her twice to masturbate him. If only he would, she would. "Yeah, part of it is," he said. Part of it? What's the other part? Maybe he wants to fuck her. She only hoped he does. Definitely, without him telling her, she knows that he wants her to suck him. If only he knew that she'd do anything and everything that he wanted her to do. She'd make him very sexually happy if only he'd make her very sexually happy too. "What's the rest of it? Don't hold back. Tell me. I'm curious to know," she said finishing the rest of her coffee with a gulp. She watched him staring at her expose cleavage before his eyes fell to the big impressions that her nipples made in her nightgown. As if he was seeing his hard, hairy cock filling her sweet motherly mouth, he stared at her full, red lipstick covered lips. "Well," he said with a pause. "I don't know if you do this or have done this with Dad or with someone else but," he paused to make solid eye contact with her. "And I'm embarrassed to even say this." "Say it. Tell me. I want to know what you're thinking," she said. He looked at her in the way that he used to look at her when he did something wrong or when he broke a window playing baseball out back. "God Mom, I suddenly feel like such a pervert," he said. He looked to her for more assurance. "Jason, you shouldn't feel perverted for having normal sexual, albeit incestuous sexual feelings towards your mother," she said reassuringly. Avoiding eye contact, he looked down at his hands before looking up at her. "I imagine you sucking me? There I said it. I imagine you blowing me while stroking me and while looking up at me with your big, green eyes as I fondle your breasts and finger your nipples." Duh? Sucking him? She figured as much. He wants her to blow him. Her son wants her to suck his stiff dick. Suddenly, her mind was filled with her head bobbing up and down on her son's big prick while stroking him. Suddenly, she imagined him cumming in her mouth and her swallowing him. "You mean you imagine me blowing you?" She was dizzy with sexual delight again. "You imagine me sucking your cock?" She needed to verbalize it to better imagine it. Oh, my God, as if she was high, she was so very dizzy with sexual delight again at the thoughts of blowing her son. After watching him cum, it wasn't much of a stretch to imagine him cumming in her mouth. With the image of her sucking his cock, she could nearly taste his cum going down her throat. If only he knew that she fantasized about sucking him whenever she masturbated herself, she wondered what he'd say. If only he knew that she's already visualized blowing him over and again. If he knew she wanted to suck him, she wondered if he'd grab her, pull out his cock, force her to her knees, and put a hand to the back of her head while pulling her hair for her to open her mouth to suck him. "Yes," he said. Unless this was nothing more than sexy talk and meaningless banter, if only he knew that she couldn't wait to suck his cock, she wondered what he'd say. After he licked her pussy and gave her an oral orgasm, and after he made love to her before fucking her hard, if only he knew that she'd love for him to cum in her mouth. Her sexual fantasy come true, she couldn't wait to take his big prick in her hand before taking it in her mouth after taking it in her pussy. With her willing to do anything for the sexual pleasure of her son, she couldn't wait for him to cum in her mouth. If only he knew all that she would willingly and sexually do, perhaps with him thinking of her as a dirty slut and an incestuous whore, she wondered how her giving him incestuous sex would change their close mother and son relationship. "Tell me this then," she said making eye contact with him. "Do you imagine cumming in my mouth and me swallowing?" As if she was having another one of her sexual fantasies while masturbating herself, it was difficult for her to say what she said without fingering her nipples and rubbing her clit, but she control herself from touching herself. She couldn't believe she was asking her son that type of a question. If only just temporarily, if he wasn't embarrassed then she was embarrassed for him. Still that didn't stop her from asking him the question. It's been such a very long time since she's had a cock in her hand and in her mouth. It's been a long time since she's swallowed her husband's load. Now she couldn't wait to swallow her son's cum too. It's been even longer since she's had a hard, hairy cock buried in her warm, wet pussy. For a woman who's had only one cock in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy, she's become such a nasty cum slut. For a woman who's never had anal sex, she'd have anal sex with her son, if that's what he so wanted. "Yes," he said. She couldn't believe not only does her son wants her to suck him but also he wants to cum in her mouth and for her to swallow his cum. Overwhelmed with sexual excitement and swooning over the thought of sucking her son, she hoped to God that he'd make his move so that she could show him how very much she not only loves him but also wants him. While staring up at him with his cock buried in her mouth, she'd love nothing more than to get on her knees and front of him and suck his cock while stroking his cock as he felt and fondled her big tits while fingering her nipples. "Well, to be clear, the only man I've been sexually intimate is with your father. I was a virgin when we married. Other than your father flashing my tits to his brother after he got me drunk and when I was passed out sleeping, as he told me the next day, he was the first man and only man who's seen me naked. No other man has ever seen me naked. And yes, I have sucked your father's cock and he has cum in my mouth and I've swallowed him," she said looking at him to see his reaction to all that she was confessing. "Wow," he said staring at his mother as if she was his new porn star. "I just can't imagine you with Dad's cock buried in your mouth. I can't imagine him cumming in your mouth and you swallowing his cum." She'd love nothing more than to have her son's big prick buried in her mouth while sucking him, stroking him, and staring up at his big, blue eyes with her big, green eyes while swallowing his cum too. "Yet, just because I was a virgin doesn't mean that I'm a prude," she said sticking her finger down inside of her cleavage again. "Just because your father was the only man I've ever been with doesn't mean that I don't wonder what it would be like to be with another man. He wanted me to have sex with his brother while he watched, but I wouldn't do that. I'd have to be a whore for him to use me in such a sexual way," she said with pride. "Wow," said Jason. "Yet, sometimes when I'm horny, I've always wondered about sucking his brother and/or making love to other men, the husbands of my girlfriends, my co-workers, or some of your father's friends. I'm only human after all. Only, while still married to your father, I could never be with another man," she said with a pause before continuing while hoping she wasn't scaring off her son. Mom & Son Discuss Masturbation Ch. 06 "I understand," he said with obvious disappointment while no doubt thinking that his mother wouldn't suck him and may not even masturbate him. "Believe it or not, it would be easier for me to be sexually intimate with you than it would for me to be sexually intimate with another man," she said leaving the door wide open for him to step through while qualifying her response. "And now that he's abandoned me, I'm free to do whatever I want with whomever I want." She thought about all the men in her life. She thought about her husband's friends, her friends' husbands, and men she met at work. Yet, even though she had sexual thoughts for them, she never acted on her sexual feelings in the way that her husband has done with so very many women, mostly strippers, prostitutes, and whores. A real letch, he's had sex with many of her friends who are no longer her friends. "Really?" Lost in thought about the past, it took her a moment to continue in the present. "Really what?" Suspecting his thoughts, she wasn't entirely sure what he was asking her. "Lemme get this straight. You'd be sexually intimate with me before you'd be sexually intimate with another man?" Obviously enjoying hanging onto that thought, he paused in thought while staring at her before continuing. "It would be easier for you to be sexually intimate with me rather than being sexually intimate with another man? Is that to say that you'd have sex with me before having sex with anyone else? " Oh, that. Duh? Yeah, of course. No guilt, no shame, and no remorse, with both of them adults and with the sex consensual, she'd definitely have sex with her son before having sex with any other man. "I suppose but that doesn't mean that I would be sexually intimate with you," she said being seductively and teasingly coy. "I imagine there are some things that I wouldn't mind doing with you sexually though," she said leaving the incestuous door gaping wide open. Some things? Who was she kidding? There's nothing that she wouldn't sexually do with her son. She'd do everything, including anal sex with her son, if he so wanted to take her anally. She'd suck him dry and fuck him sore. "Such as?" She was getting overly, sexually aroused now. Eager to have sex with him, she no longer wanted to play this silly game and continue this sexy conversation. Too much like pillow talk without the pillows and without being in bed, she'd much rather just get naked and do it instead of talking about doing it. She was so horny. She was so sexually aroused by their incestuous conversation. Knowing it was fairly common for a son to sexually want his mother, she wondered how common it was for a mother to want her son. "I wouldn't mind you seeing me topless or even naked," she said. "It wouldn't embarrass me at all having you see my tits." Failing to tell him that it would sexually excite her for him to see her breasts, she could feel herself getting wetter by the thought of exposing her tits to her son. "Wow! I'd love to see your breasts mother," he said. "What else?" Figuring that he'd ask her to lower he nightgown top and expose her naked breasts to him, she was surprised when he didn't. Instead he asked, what else? What else what? Everything else. She'd be most willing to do anything that he asked her to sexually do. She'd be his sexual slave if he asked her to be. Something she'd never do with her husband, she'd not only do him but she'd do all of his friends, if that would make him happy enough to have sex with her. "I wouldn't mind you touching, feeling, and fondling my breasts," she said. "I'd view that more of a loving touch than as a sexual one. I even let you suck my tits, if that's what you wanted to do." Waiting for him to make a move, waiting for him to reach out his horny hand to touch, feel, and fondle her breasts while fingering her nipples, she was shocked that he didn't. With just the thought of Jason feeling her breasts and sucking her nipples while she fondled his cock made her dizzy. "Wow," he said with sexual excitement in his voice. "I wouldn't mind doing that either. I'd love to touch, feel, fondle, and suck your big tits Mom." Now knowing that it was inevitable, she couldn't wait to show her son her breasts. It took all the self-control that she possessed not to stand from her chair, walk to her son, and allow him to feel her breasts and finger her nipples through her nightgown. It took all of the self-control she possessed not to stand and strip off her nightgown. "What about you? What would you do with your old mother that wouldn't totally disgust you," she said. She already knew what he wanted. Just like her husband and like any other man, he wanted a blowjob. He wanted her to suck him and to cum in her mouth. Still, she'd suck him, so long as he'd lick her. She fuck him as long as he'd make love to her. She'd do any sexual thing that he wanted her to do as long as he'd do every sexual thing that she wanted him to do. She'd allow him to cum in her mouth as long as he gave her an orgasm too. "More than you think," he said with a dirty laugh. "Actually, now that you mention it and being that we're openly discussing masturbation," he said pausing while staring at him with seduction on her mind and in her heart. She looked at him as if about to ask him what he wanted for his birthday or for Christmas. "Yes? What?" He looked at her as if asking her if he could stay out late. "I'd like for you to masturbate me while I masturbate you." As if someone else had said that, she couldn't believe he just said that. Something she's been waiting to hear from his lips, if that wasn't a confession of sexual attraction than she didn't know what was. Her son wanted his mother to masturbate him while he masturbated her. Oh, my God, this masturbation match was really going to happen. "I could do that," she said. "Yeah, if you wanted me to, I could masturbate you. That wouldn't bother me in the least to show you the love that I have for you by stroking your penis." She stared at him with the image of holding his erect penis in his hand while stroking him. "Seriously?" Now leering at her, he never remove his horny eyes from her exposed cleavage and from the impressions her nipples made in her nightgown. "Why not? It isn't like we're fucking and sucking. We're just touching one another's bodies," she said. "What's the big deal?" The big deal was that he was her son and she was his mother. The big deal was that she was finally going to have incestuous, forbidden sex with her son. She was going to be the one responsible for him cumming and creaming her hand while he gave her an orgasm with his fingers. "So, to recap," he said pausing in his sexual excitement to nail her down. "You'd really masturbate me?" If only he knew that's all she'd do, wouldn't he'd be even more sexually excited than he is now? "Sure, but," she said with a long pause after baiting her hook. If she was going to masturbate her son, she wanted something out of this too. "But what," he said taking her bait. Hook, line, and sinker, she just needed to reel him in her bed to land him. "You'd have to masturbate me too. You'd have to masturbate me first. Because if I masturbated you first, after you ejaculated, you'd just want to go to sleep," she said. His face was now full of as much sexual excitement as her face was. "That's true and fair enough," he said. "I could do that Mom. I could masturbate you." She imagined her son feeling her tits and fingering her nipples while rubbing her clit. "If you masturbate me, then I'll return the favor and masturbate you. If you give me an orgasm with your fingers, then I'll give you an orgasm with my hand. Who knows, if you get me sexually aroused enough, I may even give you an orgasm with my mouth." She imagined herself naked. She imagined Jason feeling her tits, fingering her nipples, and sucking her tits. She imagined him rubbing her clit while fingering her pussy. She imagined him giving her an orgasm with her mouth that he'd never forget. "Wow," he said. "Sure, yeah, okay. I can do that. I can masturbate you," he said with a long pause. "When? Now? Right now?" He was so eagerly excited. She knew what he meant but she played miss innocent. "Right now what?" This was really happening and it was happening now. Jason was going to masturbate her and she was going to masturbate him, perhaps, even suck him. "When can we masturbate one another?" He looked at her as if asking her permission that he could have another piece of chocolate. "May I masturbate you now?" Imagining him feeling her breasts while playing with her nipples before reaching his hand down between her legs, she wanted to run with him to her bedroom but she decided to take her sweet time to make him want her, really want her. "Finish you breakfast and I'll think about it," she said with a sexy laugh. She couldn't believe that Jason agreed to masturbate her. She couldn't believe that she was going to masturbate her son. As if it was all just another sexual fantasy that she has routinely been having over having sex with Jason, she couldn't believe that they were going to masturbate one another. If they'd be willing to go that far, no doubt, they'll be doing more than just masturbating one another. No doubt, they'll be having deep, penetrating sex. She pondered all the possibilities of having sex with her son. Maybe once she masturbates him, she can persuade him to lick her pussy. Without needing any encouragement and/or request from him, after he eats his mother's pussy, she'll suck her son's cock too. Maybe after he eats her pussy and after she sucks his cock, knowing that she'll want to do more, he'll want more too. Maybe instead of wanting to cum in her mouth which, no doubt, he does want to do that, he'll want to make love to her first. Maybe if after he makes love to her, he'll want to fuck her too. She imagined him making love to her before fucking her. She imagined him pounding her pussy with his cock, really pounding her pussy enough to give her another orgasm with his cock after having given her one with his fingers and his tongue. Then, after he masturbates her and she masturbates him, after he licks her and she sucks him, and after they make love and fuck, she'll give him the best blowjob of his young life. Definitely, after he sexually satisfies her, by masturbating her, eating her, and fucking her, she'll sexually satisfy him by sucking him. She'll suck his cock while stroking his cock until he ejaculates in her mouth. Imagining looking up at her son with her big, green eyes with his hard, hairy cock in her mouth, she'd love for him to watch her blowing him as he cums in her mouth. Then, when he deposits his warm, oozy load of sperm in her mouth, she'll swallow every drop of her son's cum. To be continued... Mom & Son Discuss Masturbation Ch. 07 Part Seventeen: Mary has incestuous sex with her son and Jason has incestuous sex with his mother. Leaving Jason there to finish the last of his coffee, without even turning to look back at him, Mary got up from the table and went to her bedroom. Normally when going in her bedroom, she closes her door, only this time, she didn't. With him already making the first move, not even allowing him to mistake her sexual intentions, she was ready to make all of the other moves. After their open, honest, and titillating dialogue about masturbation, already wet and ready for sex, she was sexually aroused. After he confessed that he thought of her naked and having sex with her when masturbating himself, she was now delirious with sexual desire and determined to have sex with her son. After he confessed which particular body part that he liked the most of hers, she imagine Jason feeling her tits and fingering her nipples while she stroked his cock. With her setting the table for this incestuous rendezvous by asking him if he'd masturbate her before she masturbated him, he was first to want to fill his hand with more than just breakfast food. Something she never even considered doing before, to masturbate a man other than her husband, even her son, especially not her son, she dared herself to do now. Taking the plunge, having already crossed the incestuous line with their incestuous conversation, what she was about to do was a giant leap. She was ready to take her son's big prick in her hand to stroke him. Without closing her door for privacy, immodestly and immorally, she removed her nightgown and positioned herself naked on her bed and on her back with her legs spread open enough to flash Jason her blonde bushy pussy when he walked by her room. Now that she was laying there with a big, blonde bush between her legs, she wished she had trimmed her blonde lawn. Only, with her no longer having sex with her husband, she didn't have the reason nor the desire to manicure her lawn. Yet, with her son admittedly interested in her tits, now she did have reason to take better groom herself. She'd even shave herself bald if that's what he wanted. Silently and stealthily walking down the hall, as if he had just materialized from out of nowhere, he stood in her bedroom doorway and stared at her naked body in the way that she stood in his bedroom doorway stared at his expose prick when he was masturbating himself. "Mom?" Nakedly unashamed and unembarrassed, she propped herself up on her elbow to better look at him looking at her. "Well? You said that you sexually fantasized over seeing me naked and having sex with me," she said. "With me already naked, now's here's your chance for me to stroke your penis," she said. "Take off your pajama bottoms. Show me your cock," she said lightly touching her clit with her right index finger while fingering her left nipple with her left index finger. "I can't wait to feel the weight of your stiff prick in my hand." Immediately Jason obeyed his mother by removing his pajama bottom. He climbed on her bed and positioned himself beside her. He rested on his elbow while staring at his mother's naked tits. "You have great tits Mom," he said staring at her breasts. As if she was fully dressed instead of being totally naked, she watched him staring at her breasts. "Thank you," she said looking down at herself before looking up at him. "You can touch my breasts. It's okay for you to feel and fondle my tits," she said. "Go ahead. I give you my permission to have your wicked sexual way with my body," she said with a sexy laugh. She imagined him fingering her pussy before licking her pussy. She imagined him making love to her before she imagined him fucking her, really pounding her pussy. She imagined herself stroking him before sucking him and before fucking him and after making love to him. "You give me your permission to have my wicked sexual way with your body? I thought we were just masturbating one another," he said. With mutual masturbation the least of what she sexually wanted to do with him and for him to do with her, if only he knew all that she wanted to do to his hard, naked body, wouldn't he be surprised? She was his mother after all and not some slut her brother home on a Saturday night from the bar. "Masturbation never stops there. By the time you're ready to cum, I'm sure you'll want to do so much more," she said with certainty. Jason looked in his mother's green eyes as soon as he reached out his horny hand to fondle his mother's breasts while she fondled the head of his cock with her fingertips. As soon as he touched her nipples and started to finger them, she wrapped her fingers around his cock and slowly started stroking him. Immediately, he developed a stiff erection. He was so big. He was so hard. Forget about just talking about masturbation, he was so ready to have sex with his mother. With him already firmly in her hand, she couldn't wait to feel him in her mouth. She couldn't wait to feel him buried in her pussy. Maybe if she was daring enough and still horny enough after she stroked him, sucked him, and fucked him, something she'd never tried before, she'd allow him to take her anally. Time will tell. We'll see. "I love your big tits Mom," he said lowering his mouth to her nipples. Sucking one while fingering the other, he switched off to suck her other nipple while she stroked him faster. "Touch me Jason," she said playing with his hair while he sucked her nipples. "Finger my pussy. Make me cum. Please make me cum. I need to cum. It's been so very long, too long since I had an orgasm," she said stroking him faster. "If you give me an orgasm with your fingers and with your mouth, I'll suck you," she said whispering in his ear. "I'll suck your cock. I'll blow you and you can cum in my mouth and I'll swallow," she said. He stopped fingering her nipples to look at her. "Mom? I thought we were only going to masturbate one another," he said removing his gaze from her breasts to look at her. "Now you want me to lick you before you suck me. Are you sure that you want me to eat you? Are you sure you're ready for this. I mean, it's one thing for us to see one another and another thing to masturbate one another but do you really want to have sex with me?" She stopped stroking his cock to look at him. "Oh, God yes. Lick my pussy Jason. Lick me. It's been so long since I've had an orgasm other than the ones that I've given myself," she said. "I need to feel your fingers and your tongue inside of me." Jason slid down the bed and made himself comfortable between his mother's thighs. Fingering her first, he lashed out his tongue to lick her pussy. He was doing it. He was really doing it. He was licking his mother's cunt. Licking and licking her, he couldn't believe he was licking his mother's cunt. He couldn't believe he was giving his mother pleasure with not only his fingers but also with his tongue. Just yesterday he was alone in his room and now he's in bed with his mother. Rubbing her clit with one hand while licking her, he reached up his other hand to finger he nipples. He had her moaning and rolling on the bed in no time. Lifting her legs and spreading them wider, she put them over his shoulders and them down his back. Never has he ever been so close to his mother literally and figuratively. He was really deep inside of his mother's pussy now with not only his fingers but also with his tongue and she couldn't believe that Jason was eating her pussy. "Oh, Jason. That feels so good. Don't stop. Please don't stop. I'm almost there and after I cum, I'll give you the best blowjob of your life," she said. "Oh son, that feels so good. You are making Mommy so very happy." "I'd like that. I can't wait for you to give me the best blowjob of my life," he said pausing in licking her to look up at her. "After you make love to me and after you fuck me, I'll suck you until you cum in my mouth and I won't stop sucking you until I swallow all of your cum," she said looking down at her son poised between her legs. He stopped licking her to look up at her. "Make love to you? Fuck you? Mom, are you sure?" He looked at her with as much confusion as he looked up at her with sexual excitement. "Don't you want to make love to me? Don't you want to fuck your mother?" Prepared for him to say no, she looked down at him with disappointment. "Yes, of course. I'd like to make love to you, Mom," he said. "And, of course, I'd love to fuck you but this is a big step for the both of us. Not only will you be my mother but also you'll be my lover." She looked down at him and smiled. "When I blow you, that's the reason why I don't want you to cum in my mouth, not yet. I want you to make love to me first. I want you to fuck me first. I want you to cum in my pussy. Then, after you rest, I'll suck you again and you can cum in my mouth then," she said. "Okay?" "Okay," he said. Jason continued licking and fingering his mother's pussy. "Oh, that's it. Right there. Lick me Jason. Rub my clit. Don't stop. I'm going to cum," she said screaming her passion. "Oh, my God, Jason, this is too fast. Fuck. I don't believe this. I'm gushing I'm so wet. Never have I ever been as wet. Oh, oh, oh, oh, God. Oh, God. That was unbelievable," she said wrapping her arms around his back and neck and tightly squeezing him before kissing him, French kissing him. Making out like teenagers in the backseat of a car on prom night, Jason and Mary made out with one another. Basking in the afterglow, she took a moment to enjoy the moment. Then, sliding her body down to her son, she took his erect cock in her hand before taking him in her mouth. Sucking and sucking him, she blew her son. "Oh, that's it Mom. Suck my cock," he said putting a gentle hand to the back of her head. He humped her mouth while fucking his mother's face. "Blow me, Mom. Blow me." She was blowing him. Mary was actually blowing her son. As if she was dreaming this and/or having a sexual fantasy, she couldn't believe she was blowing her son after he licked her pussy and gave her an orgasm. Sucking him while stroking him, she made him as hard as he needed to be. Then, when he was hard enough, she removed him from her mouth. "Get on top of me, Jason. Make love to me. Make love to your mother," she said. Jason mounted his mother and she reached her hand down to position his cock inside of her pussy. Finally sharing their passion for one another, they were making love now. Slowly humping one another while kissing and kissing, she humped her son while he humped his mother. It didn't take long before they were fucking instead of making love. Pounding her pussy with all the pent up passion that he had for her, she returned his humps before turning him over to fuck him. Climbing on top of him, she humped him hard and faster. She pounded him as much as he pounded her. Then, returning the favor, he turned her over, got in closer to her and really pounded her pussy. Fucking and fucking her, he was really fucking his mother now. "Oh, my God, I'm going to cum," he said. She stopped humping him while waiting for him to relax. "Wait. Don't cum yet. I'm almost there. Let's see if we can cum together," she said slowing her humps to match his. Humping and humping again but this time in syncopated rhythm, they humped one another until they built up the speed and the forcefulness for both to have an orgasm together. Then, they started fucking, really fucking again in the way that they were before. Once Jason started pounding his mother's pussy with deep, hard humps, it didn't take Mary long to get where her son was in his readiness to cum. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! I'm going to cum Jason. Go ahead. Cum inside of me. I want to feel you cumming," she said. "I need to feel you filling my cunt with your cum." Jason humped her faster and humped her harder. Then, as if he had a detonator attached to his cock, he exploded a huge volume of cum in his mother. "That was unbelievable," he said resting his head on his mother's breast. "That was amazing," she said kissing him. "I only wished we had done this years ago." "Me too," he said removing himself from his mother and positioning himself beside her. "Let me rest a little before I suck you. I can't wait for you to cum in my mouth. Let me know when you're ready for me to suck you," she said. * * * * * Part Eighteen: With them both enjoying the afterglow of sex, they held one another as if they were lovers instead of mother and son. If someone was to see them together naked now, they'd never believe that they were mother and son. Jason continued feeling his mother's breasts while fingering her nipples and Mary continued fondling her son's cock while ever so slowly stroking him to a harder erection. After resting for just a few minutes, with his cock as hard as it was before, Jason was ready for his motherly blowjob. "I'm ready for you to blow me, Mom," he said. Taking another minute kissing him, touching him, and hugging him, she slid down the bed to meet his cock with her lips. Wrapping her hand around his cock, she stroked his prick while kissing and licking his dick while staring up at him before taking him in her mouth. Sucking and sucking him, she sucked his cock as if he was sailor on shore leave and she was a thousand dollar prostitute. "I love sucking your cock Jason," she said removing his cock from her mouth for a second to speak. With his cock in her hand, she looked up at her son. Kissing his cock while licking his penis, she stroked his stiff prick before taking his dick in her mouth again while still staring up at him. She wanted him to see his prick in her mouth. She wanted him to watch her sucking him while stroking him. "This is by far the best blowjob I've ever had. Please forgive me for saying this Mom and I mean this as a compliment but you are the very best cocksucker." "Thank you," she said removing his cock from her mouth to speak again. Sucking him longer and deeper, she stroked him harder and faster. Sucking and sucking him, she sucked her son while stroking him. He reached down to fondle her breasts while fingering her nipples. The more he fingered, turned, twisted, and pulled her nipples, the faster she stroked him and the deeper she sucked him. Obviously, her nipples were his pathway to him getting a better blowjob. "Oh my God, Mom. I'm going to cum. Don't stop," he said putting a heavy hand to the back of her head. Humping her mouth, he was fucking her face again in the way he did before but this time with harder and faster humps. Determined to cum, he obviously wanted to cum in his mother's mouth and in the way that she was stroking him while sucking him, she wanted him to cum in her mouth too. Then, it happened. In the way that he exploded cum in his room when she was watching him masturbate himself and in the way he exploded cum in her pussy, he exploded cum in her mouth. Pushing down on her head while humping her mouth and fucking her face, he kept his hand on the back of her head until she swallowed all that he gave her. Done licking, fucking, and sucking, they both fell asleep while holding one another. They didn't awaken until late the next morning. * * * * * Part Nineteen: "Jason! Jason!" In the way she acted so excitedly, he thought the house was on fire. "What? What's wrong?" She laughed at his reaction of bolting upright in bed. "There's nothing wrong. Get up. It's late," she said pulling the covers off of him. He was naked and as if she's never seen his prick before or never tired of seeing his cock now, she stared at his morning wood. Immediately embarrassed, he covered his exposed cock with his hand. For a moment, as if it was all just more of his sexual fantasies, he forgot that that had sex with his mother last night. He momentarily forgot that just a few hours before, his mother had his cock in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy. Oh, my God. So surreal, how could he forget that his mother fucked him? How could he forget that his mother sucked him? How could he forget that he ejaculated in her mouth and she swallowed his cum? If he didn't know any better, he'd think it was all just a dream. "I'm tired. I want to sleep," he said wanting to return to sleep so that he could bask in the afterglow of them having sex last night. Instead of getting out of bed, he'd rather fantasize while masturbating over all that they did last night. Oddly enough, even though his mother was standing before him in her sexy nightgown, rather than thinking of having sex with her, he was thinking about masturbating. He wanted to masturbate in front of her. Only, not wanting her to think him a pervert, his masturbation obviously needed to wait. "I'm going to take a shower. Get dressed. We're going shopping," she said singing out the word shopping and holding the note. "I need to buy a bathing suit and you're going to take me to the beach." Shopping? It's been a long since his father was a real husband to her, the reason for her depression and seclusion. During better days when she was the shining star in his father's eye, his mother enjoyed shopping and he hated being dragged along to go shopping with her. Some things never change. With the noise and the distraction of all the people, as if he was having an anxiety attack, he hated going to the mall and to go shopping with his mother was even worse. With her always buying shoes, he imagined her endlessly shopping for shoes while asking his opinion if he liked this pair or that pair. After a while, unable to tell the subtle differences, they all looked the same to him but for the different colors. A time before they experienced one another sexually, that was when the sexual fantasies that he had of her inspired his horniness and his endless masturbation sessions. When not masturbating over Jennifer Nettles of Sugarland, he masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with his mother. Seemingly now with him self-pleasuring himself more of a habit, he couldn't even count the number of times that he masturbated over his mother. Now that he could have her sexually any time he wanted her, how could he even think about masturbating? Ideally, he'd much rather have her hand around his cock than his own. The only thing he enjoyed about going shopping with her for shoes was that occasionally, she'd inadvertently flash him her panties when trying on shoes, especially when trying on boots. Now that he thought more about her inadvertent panty flashes, he wondered if her flashes were deliberate as his reward for accompanying her shoe shopping. A mixed bag, even though he was sexually excited seeing his mother's panties, feeling like a pervert, he was embarrassed by leering between his mother's legs at her exposed underwear. Yet unable to look away, he'd be mortified if his mother caught him looking, staring, and leering, especially now that he could have her any time he wanted her. Only now, everything changed. From this moment on, everything would be different and better. Before he saw her naked and before they had sex, he remembered feeling like such a pervert whenever ogling and lusting over his mother. If only he knew that she had been sexually lusting over him too, he may have made a sexual move sooner. With things suddenly changing for the better, maybe if he looked, stared, and leered at her exposed panties now, she'd think of him as her lover instead of as her perverted son. With their sexual lust for one another out in the open, even in his wildest sexual fantasies of his mother, always imagining he was having sex with her, he never really thought that he'd actually be having sex with his mother. If only his mother knew that whenever she dragged him to the mall and flashed him her panties, that he masturbated later that night and the next morning over all that she flashed him and over all that he saw of her while imagining having sex with her. Whether seeing down blouses of her bra or down nightgowns of her tits, or up skirts of her panties or up nightgowns of her pussy, a never ending process of masturbation, he'd masturbate over things that he saw of his mother for months and years before. If only his mother knew how much he sexually lusted over her then, she'd think him a pervert now. Yet, a time before they had sex, that was then and this was now. Now, with him still sexually lusting over her, no doubt, she'd think of him not as a pervert but as her lover just as he thinks of her as his lover instead of his mother when she stares at his cock. Mom & Son Discuss Masturbation Ch. 07 Now that she's not only confessed her sexual attraction to him but also showed her sexual attraction to him, he couldn't help but wondered if his mother had been deliberately flashing him. Putting two and two together, maybe his mother flashing him her panties in up skirt peeks and her bra in down blouse views was her subtle way to tell him that she wanted him sexually. Maybe after all of these years, not wanting him to think of her as an incestuous whore, she had been waiting for him to make the first move. Regardless if she had been deliberately flashing him or not, after having sex with his mother, he no longer felt like a pervert. Instead of feeling like her horny, perverted son, he felt like her sexy, younger lover making love to his MILF of an older cougar. Indeed, just as she no doubt viewed him, he truly did feel like her lover. He no longer viewed his mother as his mother but as his much older, sexy girlfriend, his cougar and he was her cub. Yet, even after seeing her naked, strangely enough, it still excited him to think about his mother flashing him her panties when shopping for shoes. Whenever trying on boots, in the way that his mother lifted her leg to fit it in the boot while spreading her knees, she always gave him quite the up skirt panty show. At a time when he was still living at home and just before he graduated from college, so aroused by all the up skirts that his mother had given him over the years, he even thought about working as a shoe salesman. He wondered about all the MILFs and cougars who'd willingly give him a sexy show of their underwear, if they were even wearing any. Maybe instead of flashing him her panties, when shopping for her bathing suit, perhaps calling him into the dressing room for his opinion, she'd flash him her tits and/or her naked body. Wouldn't that be fun watching his mother trying on and removing her bathing suit? Certainly, that would be hot fun to see his mother naked in a public setting. Another obvious sign that she's feeling better, always too depressed to go out before, she hasn't been shopping in a long while, since the reality of her separation began with his father going his own way and never home. Now that she wants to go shopping at the mall is a telling sign that her old, fun, and funny self is returning from out of her deep, dark depths of depression. With both of them getting something out of this incestuous affair, he was glad that he could do that for his mother just as he was glad that she could help him through a bad time by giving him sex. "Shopping? Why go shopping after the good sexual time we had last night, I'd rather just sleep," he said yawning and stretching before pulling the covers over his head only to have her pull them off of him again. "Wouldn't you rather just stay in bed with me and cuddle, spoon, and have sex again?" She pulled the covers off of him again. Only, this time, with her pulling the covers off of him again, he figured that she was hoping to see his erect cock again. Apparently, something she seemingly was never before, his mother was turning into quite the cock slut of a whore. Not wanting to disappoint her, as soon as she pulled off his covers again, as if on command, his erect cock proudly stiffened straight up in the air as if to greet her with hello. With him imagining his mother giving him up skirt views of her panties while trying on boots and with her already giving him down nightgown views of her breasts while leaning over him, this time, he didn't immediately cover himself with his hand. He wouldn't mind going bathing suit shopping with her after all, so long as she flashed him in public. Sexually aroused by his mother staring his erection, with him enjoying exposing himself to her again, he didn't even bother covering his cock with a sheet. Instead, turning from his side to lay on his back, he pretended that he didn't know that his erect cock was giving his mother the one, hairy eye. Trying not to be obvious in exposing himself to her, he pretended that he didn't notice his cock throbbing and pulsating to her sexy stare. He loved exposing his cock to his mother. He loved that his mother was enjoying his sexy cock show by her staring at him in the way that he's always stared at her. With him remembering his mother naked when he walked in her bedroom, waking up horny, he couldn't wait to have sex with her again. Yet, even though it would be fun shopping with her now with her flashing him, yet, if he had his druthers, definitely, he'd rather stay in bed and have sex with her than to go shopping. Not knowing how long this incestuous bubble would last before bursting, they could always go shopping some other time. Only, not wanting to ruin her good time, if she really wanted to go shopping and wanted him to accompany her, how could he say no to her? Besides, maybe she'll flash him her panties in an up skirt and her bra and cleavage in a down blouse. Even though he's seen her naked, it was still sexually arousing to see bits and pieces of her that he shouldn't see, especially when in a public setting, such as the mall. "After what happened between us last night, I feel so alive. I feel as if I've been freed of my chains that kept me in the house. I've been so depressed lately. Hiding in this house, I didn't want to go anywhere and do anything. Now I want to go everywhere and do everything," she said raising her arms. "I want to go to the beach. I haven't been to the seashore in years. I always love the beach," she said. "Yet, if we're going to the beach, I need a bathing suit. I was hoping you'd come with me to help me chose my bathing suit. Do you need a bathing suit?" He thought of the old bathing suit that he had. It was more cut up jeans than it was a bathing suit. "I have one, I think, somewhere," he said. "Like you, I've lost interest in enjoying life. I can't remember the last time I've been to the beach." He couldn't remember when he got along with his wife well enough to want to spend the day with her at the beach. "As long as I can pick it out," she said with a dirty laugh. "I'll buy you a bathing suit." Wow, she wants to pick out his bathing suit. Only, he imagined her picking out a thong bathing suit for him to wear, one that didn't cover his ass cheeks and that barely covered his cock. Maybe she'll come in the dressing room with him to dress him too. That would be fun with her handling his cock in public. Having been a while since he's seen his mother in a bathing, she must be feeling a lot better to want to wear one now. With her still having a nice figure, he wouldn't mind seeing her in a sexy bathing suit, one that totally flattered her figure while showing off her big boobs. "I already have a bathing suit, I think," he said putting his hands behind his head while continuing to expose himself to his mother. Teasing her with his cock, he was tempted to ask her if she liked what she saw. With her obviously trying not to be caught looking, he watched her looking away while occasionally staring at his cock. As soon as she left his room, he couldn't wait to masturbate over all that he was showing his mother and over all that she was seeing of him. He couldn't wait to masturbate over all that they sexually did last night. A sexual fantasy he routinely had and one that has already been fulfilled when she caught him masturbating, now as if a fetish, for some perverse reason, instead of wanting to have sex with his mother again, he'd love to masturbate himself in front of her again. Weird. The first time catching him masturbating, missing the full impact of the moment, he didn't know she was standing there in his room watching him masturbate. Then, when he finally saw his mother watching him, he was caught up in his embarrassment of cumming in front of his mother. After knowing now what he didn't know then, wanting to experience that moment again, he'd love to see the reaction on her face when he ejaculated cum all over his chest, stomach, and hand again. With masturbation so dear to him, something he's already experienced but would love to experience again and again, he'd love nothing better than for his mother to wrap her hand around his cock and give him a slow hand job while he fondled her big breasts and fingered her erect nipples. In the way she appeared fascinated by his prick, the same way that he was enamored with her tits, he wondered if he asked her to give him a hand job now, before they went shopping, if she would. Only, they didn't have time. It was already late and by the time they shopped at the mall and drove to the beach, it would be early afternoon and all the best spots on the beach would already be taken. Obviously eager to go, she wanted to go shopping. She was in a hurry to begin her new life with him, to buy her bathing suit, and go to the beach. A perfect day for the beach, it was going to be over 90 degrees again, an official heatwave. Something so bittersweet, as sexually exciting as it was morally disturbing, with the thoughts of it making him as sexually aroused as it made him sick to his stomach, he'd love for his mother to blow him again. Even though the remorse of her sucking him again was just a fleeting thought, he felt guilty by having such incestuous, sexual thoughts of his mother. Even though he totally enjoyed himself last night, what they did was incest. Having broken the law, what they did was wrong. What they did was forbidden in most states and in most countries. What they continued doing was incestuous. Yet, not allowing the guilt to register, to take hold of him, and to prevent him from having sex with his mother again and again, he didn't care that their sexual union was wrong, forbidden, and illegal. All he knew was that he's having more fun with his mother than he ever did with his wife. All he knew was that he more enjoyed having sex with his mother than any other woman he had sex with in his life. A sexual fantasy come true, unable to even realistically harbor the believable thought of her sucking him and him cumming in her mouth before, now he not only wanted to cum in her mouth again but also he wanted to cum all over her face and tits. Something he never considered the possibility of doing, now he wanted to give his 54-year-old mother a cum bath. He wanted to watch his cum dripping from her blonde hair, from her eyebrows, eye lashes, nose, lips, and chin. He wanted to do the things with his mother that his wife never wanted to do with him. Now that she's not only watched him masturbate but also masturbated him, he knew that masturbating in front of his mother wouldn't phase her at all and, sadly, wouldn't please him as much as he once thought it would. Now, instead of having the need to masturbate in front of her, he'd rather have sex with his mother than just masturbating in front of his mother. Who knows, something he's never done and never wanted to do until now, maybe she'll even agree to have anal sex with him. In the horny way he felt right now, he'd love to take his mother anally. He'd love to bend her over and fuck her in her ass. If he did masturbate in front of her, she'd probably sit on his bed and watch him stroke his cock before taking his cock in her hand to masturbate him and before taking his prick in her mouth to suck him. Now that he's had sex with his mother, going from sexual fantasy to sexual reality, never again would he feel the sexual excitement of wondering about his mother sexually. Now that he's not only seen her naked but also touched, felt, and fondled her naked body, he'd no longer have that curiosity of wondering what she looks like naked. Yet, he'd much rather have sex with her than to only have his sexual fantasy of having sex with her. Nonetheless, with him feeling too much like an incestuous pervert, feeling awkwardly self-conscious, even though she was staring at his exposed prick, he didn't have the courage to reach down and stroke himself while she was standing in his room. Somehow, even though they had sex, he still had more respect for her than to just treat his mother as if she was his whore. "Your bathing suit does nothing to show off your package. I need to buy you a new one," she said quickly and involuntarily staring down at his cock before looking up at him. "Thanks for the show," she said with a big smile and turning to leave his room. "You have a beautiful cock," she said looking back for another look of his prick. More concerned that he wouldn't have the time to masturbate than he was about going to the mall with his mother, masturbation wise and with him normally masturbating multiple times a day, today was not going to be a good masturbation day for him. With him wasting time at the mall with his mother, he'd have wait to masturbate later. Giving him something to look forward to, he couldn't wait to replay the events of yesterday while stroking himself when he returned home. "C'mon, get a move on Jason. I'll be showered, dressed, and ready in just a few minutes. "Take a shower later. Brush your teeth, comb your hair, grab some coffee, and meet me outside." To be continued...