7 comments/ 68960 views/ 46 favorites Mother's Earth Day Victory Garden By: SusanJillParker This is an Earth Day contest story. Please vote. There are no underage characters in this story. All characters portrayed in this story are over the age of 18-years-old. Mother and son share incestuous intimacy while gardening for Earth Day * "Mom? Where are you? Mom? Mom?" After not finding her in the house, looking for her upstairs and downstairs in the basement, thinking she may have driven to the store or be in the garage, Joey called out to his missing mother from the front porch. "Mom? Mom? Where are you?" Concluding that she drove to the store and about to return inside the house, he heard her muffled voice answer him in the distance. "I'm in the garage Joey," said Christine nearly falling from the ladder when she turned to answer her twenty-two-year-old son loud enough for him to hear her. 'Oh, oh,' he thought. 'Fuck, she's in the garage. That's never a good thing. What now?' He wondered if she dropped an earring and was under the car again trying to reach it. Wow, that was hot stumbling in upon his mother with her on her knees, her skirt nearly hiked up to her waist, and her bikini panties exposed to his horny eyes. He masturbated over that image of her bikini panty clad ass for weeks. Not a good sign that she had been in the garage for this long, wondering what she was doing, he figured that either her car wouldn't start again or she had another flat tire. The last time she had a flat she wanted to fix her tire without his help. More ogling her than helping her, he stood there watching her and instructing her while stealing constant and continual peeks of her tits with down sundress views. With the top of her sundress always partially unbuttoned and blousing open whenever she leaned forward, he masturbated over seeing her tits for months. It was always something with his mother and cars. Never good with cars or with technology, between always screwing up the TV remote to not understanding features of her cell phone and routinely freezing the computer, she's a pioneer and a wilderness kind of woman who should have lived one hundred and fifty years ago. She'd do better without having all the modern day technology to confound and frustrate her. She'd do better if all she had to deal with was taking care of a horse instead of a car. * * * * * A nature lover who preferred living the simple, outdoor life, someone who's never even played a video game, never dared to even kill a bug, she's the epitome of Mother Earth. Synonymous with nature and all things natural, when he thinks of the mother of all living creatures, he thinks of his mother. If there was an Earth Day beauty contest, with her good looks and sexy figure, and with her being the nature and animal lover that she is, she'd win. Whenever she's out in the garden, whether they're chipmunks, squirrels, and/or rabbits, animals that are normally so shyly timid, mistrustful, and skittish, they approach her as if she's Snow White. A regular wild animal whisperer, he's seen her feeding wild deer from her hand. He's seen deer return with their babies in the spring as if wanting to show her their new family. Even the animals know what a good person she is to trust her enough to bring their young around her. One day, when he marries, he hoped he'd find a woman as good, as kind, as generous, as beautiful, and as sexy as his mother. To say that Joey loves his mother and is sexually attracted to his mother is a huge understatement. If anything, Joey loves his mother a little too much and if the opportunity ever present itself, with him just waiting for the word from her, he'd do his mother. Truth be told, having masturbated for years over the thoughts of seeing her naked and having sex with her naked body, yet knowing that it was nothing more than a sexual fantasy, Joey wished that he could make love to his mother. * * * * * With Earth Day quickly approaching, one of her favorite non-holidays along with Arbor Day and Halloween, she's been out collecting cans and bottles for the recycling drive since this time last year. Barely able to fit her car inside, the garage is littered with green, plastic bags filled with bottles and cans for her to recycle and to donate the money to the homeless shelter. It's not an easy task to collect bottles and cans when their neighbors live so far away and don't pollute the environment in the way that those who live in the city routinely do. Yet, because they live not that far from the highway, people are always pitching their trash out their car windows as they drive by their property. People are pigs, especially when they don't think that anyone is watching. Whatever happened to Lady Bird Johnson's slogan, 'Keep America Beautiful that showed an American Indian standing on a highway surrounded by trash and crying?' Whenever they go in town for something, she's armed with her empty yet soon to be filled green, trash bags tucked in her purse. His mother never comes home without a bag full of bottles and cans that she collected from just walking from store to store to buy all that she needs and stopping along the road to pick up trash and litter. As if she's solely responsible for keeping her small piece of America beautiful, his mother would get his vote for to win the Earth Day contest if there ever was one. Actually happy to stop the car for her to pick up bottles and cans, she rewards him for his help by inadvertently or deliberately, he can't decide which, with up sundresses of her panties and down sundresses of her bra and breasts, when not wearing a bra. Suddenly, the vision of his mother in a bathing suit, a bikini, with an Earth Day contest sash around her filled his horny brain. Having seen his mother in a bikini before, she still has enough of a shapely body to wear a bikini. Or, as if she's an Olympic swimmer, she could wear a skin tight, one piece bathing suit that clearly showed the impression of her nipples peeking through the thin material. Volunteering her time at the animal shelter, she donates money to PETA, People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals. Actually, he can't think of a better and more humane human than his mother and the fact that he was proud of her didn't stop him from lusting over her. If only she knew how much he thought about her and masturbated over the naked thoughts of her having sex with him, she'd be so upset that she raised a pervert of a son. Only, with her so beautiful and so sexy, he can't help himself. As if he's living with Bo Derek when she was his mother's age, his mother is the woman of his dreams and the star of his sexual fantasies. He'd like nothing better than to hide in her closet to watch her dress and undress. Only, with his bad luck, she'd catch him with his dick in hand while spying on her. Knowing that his sexual feelings weren't reciprocated, he'd be so embarrassed for her to know that he lusts over her. Even though she looked like an ex-model or a movie star, she was definitely, without a doubt, a MILF of a mother he'd love to fuck. Yet, even in the perfect and made up way that she always looks, she'd make for a good pioneer woman. He could just imagine her living somewhere out on the prairie without having the modern day conveniences of necessity and comfort. A homebody, someone who's never been on a plane to go anywhere, she more enjoyed reading, knitting, watching a movie, or playing Scrabble than watching mindless reality TV programs that are loaded with commercials. With her making all of her clothes in the way that she does, he could just see her wearing a long dress and a pretty bonnet while sitting on the porch of a log cabin churning milk into butter. With her always planting or digging up the ground to start a garden or making something with her sewing machine, if she lived back then, he could see her growing her own food and making everything from scratch instead of buying food at the supermarket and/or clothes from the store. Only, if he lived with her back then, he'd have to do all the hunting and fishing for food. An animal rights lover and a vegetarian to boot, too much the environmentalist and naturalist, he couldn't see his mother holding a gun and shooting anything, even the rabbits who always ate whatever vegetables she grew. Now that he thought about the rabbits always eating everything she grew in her garden, he wondered if she grew a garden just to feed the animals. Nevertheless her gardening, living in a place where their neighbors were miles away and no one ever visited them, he wondered if he'd have more success in bedding his mother if he lived alone with her out in the wilderness somewhere. If he lived alone with her, somewhere out yonder, he wondered if then, because she was lonely and or horny, if she'd think of him in the sexual way that he thinks of her now. Being that his mother was so pretty and so sexy, he could only imagine what the Indians would do to her if they lived back then and she was captured. So long as they allowed him to watch them strip her naked and have sex with his mother before they killed him, he'd die a good death. Yet, such an awful thought thinking about dirty Indians striping his mother naked before violently raping her, how could he even think of such a thing? Admittedly, it sexually excited him to imagine watching his mother having sex with men, especially with intruders who not only forced her to have sex with them but also who made him watch. Actually, being that they live alone and their next door neighbors were about half mile away, he's thought about a bad bunch of bikers having their wicked, sexual way with his mother. While masturbating over the sexy thoughts of his mother servicing sex crazed bikers one at a time, he'd love to watch them stripping her naked and forcing her to suck them before fucking them. Knowing that it was nothing more than a sexual fantasy that he had, he'd love to watch men having their wicked sexual way with his mother. "Wow! So long as they didn't hurt her, how hot is that to watch his mother pulling a train," he said for no one to hear. "Then, as the finale, forcing him to have sloppy fifths, they force him to have sex with his mother. Wow! If he had to pick one favorite sexual fantasy to have of his mother, that was it," he said while envisioning his sexual fantasy coming true one day. Taken away by another one of his sexual fantasies that always included his mother as the female star, he never stopped sexually fantasizing over his mother. If they lived alone on the prairie, a time before indoor plumbing, automobiles, and the Internet, he imagined them sleeping in the same bed together while cuddling and spooning one another beneath the blankets with a fire going all night to keep them warm. Only, without indoor plumbing, he didn't think he'd enjoy living like that back then. They all must have been so dirty and smelly back then with not taking showers every day and not using deodorant. He couldn't imagine living in the mid 1800's without having a TV, a computer, the Internet, his I-phone, and his beloved Mustang GT. Only, if it meant that he could have sex with his mother, except, of course for his beloved Mustang GT, he'd give up all the modern day conveniences to be incestuously, sexually intimate with her. After she divorced his father, especially now that he's older and so sexually attracted to his mother, he'd love to step into his father's shoes and be the man of the house to bed her, to satisfy all of her sexual urges, and to keep her warm at night. Only nothing more than his sexual fantasy, he knew his mother would never have sex with him. * * * * * Figuring that he'd have to fix her flat tire or jumpstart her car again because she was always forgetting to turn off her lights, running over nails, or hitting potholes, Joey walked from the house to the garage to see what his mother was doing. Hoping she'd want to try fixing her flat tire again, he imagined her squatting down beside her flat tire to give him a great up sundress look between her legs of her panties and a great down sundress view of her braless breasts. So modestly moral, if only she knew that he ogled her panties and bra, that is when she wore a bra, and ogled her tits when she wasn't wearing a bra, he wondered what she'd say. Always looking for masturbation fodder, whether accidental or deliberate, he couldn't tell if his mother inadvertently or deliberately flashed him, his mother always gave him something to see and masturbate over nearly every day. Obviously comfortable around him, her own son, she trusted him not to violate her privacy and her modesty by ogling her nearly naked body. Only more interested in his sexual satisfaction than in her privacy and modesty, he looked, he stared, and he leered whenever his mother was showing him anything. Curious to see what she was up to and why she was in the garage for so long, he ventured out to the garage. As soon as he stood in front of the open garage door, as if she was transported there in his sexiest dream of her, he couldn't have imagined a better and more erotic scenario than the one that was unfolding before him now. A sight to behold, one that will remain with him for a very long time, as if she was his erotic angel, the view of his sexy mother will give him something to masturbate over later tonight when alone in his room. An image that will surely inspire a wet dream tonight, as soon as Joey entered the garage, he saw his mother standing at the top of a ladder while wearing her short sundress. "Holy shit. Wow! Oh my God," he whispered to himself while readjusting his hardening cock in his jeans. As if he was already stroking himself, he felt his cock grow harder and bigger in proportion to his incestuous, sexual desire for his mother. Giving him a wonderful view of her long, shapely legs, if her sundress was any shorter and he was any closer he'd have the perfect up skirt view of her panties and panty clad ass. With her standing so vulnerably helpless at the top of the ladder, he'd so love to slowly run his hand up and between her legs and finger her slit through her panties while cupping her panty covered pussy with one hand and squeezing her perfect ass with his other hand. Only berating himself for having those forbidden, incestuous thoughts of his mother, what kind of son is he to want his mother in that sexual way? Who's he kidding? If given the opportunity, no ands, ifs, buts, and maybes, he'd do his mother. Who wouldn't? She's gorgeous. She's a MILF. She's a mother that any man would love to fuck. Suppressing the urge but so wanting to unzip himself and pull out his cock while masturbating himself, he so wanted to walk closer to her while masturbating over the sexy sight of his mother standing on the ladder. Imagining looking up at her while masturbating, he'd love nothing more than to climb up the ladder behind her and to shoot a load of warm, oozy cum all over her legs. Oh, yeah, he wondered what she'd say then if he ejaculated all over his mother's shapely legs. Maybe she'd be so sexually aroused that he showed her his sexual attraction for his mother in such a physical albeit incestuous way, that she'd reward him by having sex with him. Imagining all that he could see of her if only he was standing closer to her, he imagined the sexy sight of her bikini panties filling his eyes and hardening his cock. Intimately knowing all of her sexy underwear, as he had masturbated over while sniffing most of them, he wondered which color panties she was wearing today. She had every color, white, yellow, red, green, blue, purple, and black. Nearly transparent enough to see her blonde trimmed pussy, he liked her sheer white ones the best. When she wore those sheer panties and flashed him her panties, he could nearly count her blonde, pussy hairs. Then, he thought, what if she wasn't wearing panties? Oh, my God. A sexually exciting sight to behold, what if she was standing on the ladder without wearing panties? What if she knew he'd come to the garage looking for her and she had arranged this to flash him her naked ass and pussy? Suddenly so very sexually excited, in the way of Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohan, Kim Khardasian, and Britney Spears, that could happen that she's not wearing panties. Some Japanese women don't bother with wearing panties, no matter how short their skirts are. Suddenly, he wished he was living in Japan with his mother. Maybe she forgot to put on her panties today and wasn't wearing any panties. Wouldn't that be something if his sexy mother was standing on the top of the ladder without wearing panties? 'Wow! Oh, my God. Fuck me,' he thought to himself while imagining his mother standing at the top of the ladder and wearing a short sundress without wearing panties. Only, his mother had more class than those women to walk around without wearing any underpants. Yet, struck by the thought of her not wearing panties, how hot is that, his mother standing on a ladder without wearing her panties? Tempted to volunteer to hold the ladder for her on the pretense of ogling her panty clad ass, damn, he'd love to get a closer glimpse of her ass with or without panties. Imagining that she wasn't wearing panties, he'd love to take a peek of her blonde pussy. Now with the imagined images of his mother's cunt consuming his thoughts, he wondered if she was bald, trimmed, or bushy. Nah, his mother not wearing panties would never happen. She always wears panties. She's a good woman. She's a moral woman. She's his mother, for God's sakes. Besides, he knew that she always wears panties. He couldn't even count how many up skirts of his mother's panties that he's seen and in every up skirt he's seen of her, she's always wearing panties. His mother isn't like that. He's the pervert in the family and not her. Yet, something they seemingly shared, they both had a fetish for underwear. Only, his underwear fetish was for her underwear and not for his underwear. With her obvious fetish for sexy underwear and other sexy things, she had a drawer full of panties, another drawer full of bras, and a third drawer filled with her toys, X-rated videos, and sexy things that perhaps she didn't know that he knew she even had. In the way that she's caught him with his cock in hand a few times years ago, it's always been his sexual fantasy to catch his mother masturbating. He's curious to know what sounds she makes when she's cumming while having an orgasm. * * * * * Hoping she'll catch him masturbating, he wears headphones without the sound turned on in the hopes that his mother will walk in his room unannounced to watch him masturbate himself. As if she was a hotel maid entering his room to change the towels and sheets, pretending that he didn't hear her open his bedroom door and pretending that he didn't know she was standing there, he'd love for her to watch him cum. Then, acting so surprised, a sexy game that he'd love to play with her, he'd act so embarrassed that she had caught him and watched him not only masturbate but cum. 'Wow,' he thought to himself. 'He'd love for her to be standing there in his room while he was wearing his soundless headphones with his eyes closed and while pretending that he didn't know she was there watching him stroke himself.' He imagined stroking himself faster. He imagined cumming. He imagined her rushing to him to help him wipe the cum spurting, gushing, and oozing from his cock. He imagined her wiping his expelled cum from his stomach and chest with a tissue. He imagined her wrapping her long, thin fingers around his hard, thick cock to help him milk his prick free of cum by stroking him. He imagined her leaning down to take his cock in her mouth to lick him clean. Then, he imagined her mounting him and with her already wet from watching him jerking off, he imagined her mounting him. He imagined her reaching down to direct his cock in her warm, wet pussy. Then, making love to him while kissing him, he imagined rolling his mother over to fuck her. Alas, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, he knew that something like that would never happen. Mother's Earth Day Victory Garden A long time sexual fantasy he's had of his mother, he'd love to masturbate in front of her. Wondering what she'd say and what she'd do if he pulled out his cock right now and started stroking himself while staring up at her panties, in the way that he'd love to watch her masturbate herself in front of him, he'd love for her to watch him masturbate in front of her. Even better, he'd love for her to masturbate him. Just as he'd love to cum in front of her, he'd love for her to cum in front of him too. While imagining the sexy sounds she'd make when cumming, he imagined his mother being sexually really good in bed. Only, just a sexual fantasy and nothing more, just as he'd never have the courage to masturbate in front of her or offer to masturbate her, she'd never offer to masturbate him or masturbate herself in front of him. She wasn't like that. Yet, if he was going to cum anywhere, he'd love to cum on her before cumming in her. Only, he couldn't cum on or in his mother. That would be incest. If he couldn't cum in her mouth or inside of her pussy, too much like incest, a dream come true, he'd love to cum on her face or on her tits, as if that wasn't incestuous too. Oh, yeah, he'd love to give his mother a cum bath. Somehow an accident, as if he was standing on a ladder naked in the way that she was standing on a ladder while wearing her short sundress, he imagined cumming on his mother accidentally. If he ejaculated accidentally, a sudden ejaculation of cum that somehow landed on his mother's face, that wouldn't be considered incest, would it? 'Oops, sorry Mom,' he imagined saying to her while watching her wiping his cum from her eyes, nose, and mouth. "You gave me quite the cum bath Joey," he imagined her saying to him while laughing. Imagining she'd like to watch him masturbating, while he envisioned stroking himself to his sexual fantasies about his mother, he'd love for her to volunteer to masturbate him. Imagining her long, slender fingers wrapped around his thick, hard cock, he'd love to watch her stroking him while she smiled up at him with her big, blue eyes as he fondled her breasts and fingered her nipples. Alas, nothing more than sexual fantasies, a modest and respectful son with a morally decent and modest mother, he didn't even have the courage to step closer to where she stood on the ladder to peep up at her panties. Not wanting her to catch him looking, he'd be so very embarrassed, if she knew he was staring at her exposed underwear. Controlling the temptation to sneak a peek, deciding to stay right where he was by the garage door, if he stepped any closer he couldn't control himself from looking up her short sundress dress. * * * * * As if she was a modern day version of Lady Godiva wearing a short sundress, her long, blonde hair cascaded down her back and glistened as if her hair was a shimmering waterfall. She's always talking about cutting her long, beautiful, lush hair but he's glad she hadn't. She's always asking his opinion about her hair and he tells her the truth. "Don't ever cut your hair Mom," he said taking the hairbrush from her hand while she sits at her vanity table in her low cut nightgown while looking up at him through her reflection in the mirror. Whenever she looks away, taking sexual advantage of her by leering, he peers down her nightgown at her exposed breasts. As soon as he begins brushing her beautiful hair, fifty strokes on one side and fifty strokes on the other side, she closes her eyes. As soon as she closes her eyes, he peers down her nightgown top again at her breasts. Sometimes seeing her nipples and her areolas, he always wondered if she knew he was looking. He always wondered if she was purposely flashing him. He always wondered if she could feel the hardness of his cock through his pajamas rubbing up against her back. Suppressing the urge to hump his mother's back, he fantasized that she suddenly turned and reached in his pajama bottom to pull out his cock. Then, while slowly stroking him and looking up at him with her big, blue eyes, he enjoyed imagining that she takes him in her mouth to suck him. "Cum Joey. Cum for me. Cum in Mommy's mouth," he imagined her saying to him. Depending which nightgown she wears, sometimes he can see her nipples more than other times. She has beautiful breasts, a full B cup and she doesn't need the padded bras that she wears. He hates her padded bras. Unable to tell if she's aroused or just cold, he can't see the impressions her nipples make in her bra when she wears her padded bras. She has a few bras that aren't padded and every time she wears those, he can see her nipples making their appearance. So sexy, he loves it when he can see his mother's big nipples through her bra and blouse. Even though he's caught her looking down at the erection that tented his pajama bottoms after he brushed her hair, rubbed up against her back, and peered down her nightgown at her tits and nipples, she never said anything about the elephant in the room. She'd never embarrass him in the way that he's always embarrassing himself and no doubt embarrassing her. Being that he'd never have the courage to purposely expose himself to her, just once, he'd love for his cock to escape, slip out of his pajama bottoms, and for his mother to see his naked prick. He wondered if she'd say anything then. He wondered if she'd reach out and take him in her hand or just pretend that he wasn't so exposed in front of her in the way that she was always so exposed in front of him. He wondered if she'd tell him his cock was out of his pajamas as her excuse to look at it and stare at it longer. He wondered if she'd masturbate over flashing him her tits in the way that he does whenever see her tits. He wondered if she'd masturbate over her seeing his cock if ever his cock accidentally slipped out of his pajama bottoms. * * * * * The sunlight that filtered through the dirty, garage window highlighted her golden locks to make them glimmer as if they were thin strands of pure gold. With her perched atop the ladder as if she's the soon to be prom queen decorating the gym for homecoming in her short cheerleading outfit, she resembled the Angel that adorned the top of the Christmas tree with at Christmas. Mesmerized by the vision of his mother standing on a ladder, he so wanted to walk closer. Wishing he had the brazen courage to walk close enough to take a furtive peek up her short sundress at her panties, he didn't dare embarrass his mother by pointing out her exhibitionism and disrespecting her with his horny perversity of voyeurism. This was his mother after all and not the mother of one of his friends. If this was the mother of one of his friends, he'd already be standing beneath her while under the false pretense of holding the ladder steady for her. If this was the mother of one of his friends, he'd have no compunction about gazing up her short sundress at her panties. Yet, this was his mother and not the mother of one of his friends. Afraid he'd be deemed a pervert if caught looking up his mother's short sundress at her exposed underpants and perfect ass cheeks, he stayed where he was by the garage door. Addressing her from there to satisfy his curiosity as to what she was doing up there, too tempting not to look, he didn't dare walk any closer. Whatever she was doing, afraid she'd fall and hurt herself, wanting tell her to come down from the ladder, he wanted to take her place to find whatever it was she was looking to find. Yet, enjoying the erotic image of her standing at the top of the ladder, seemingly sexually satisfied enough to stare at her shapely legs while imagining more, he was too sexually excited to not ruin this opportunity of catching a glimpse of her panty. He wished his horny friends were here to see his mother standing on the ladder. Oh, yeah, being that he knew that all of his friends were hot for his mother, he'd love to show and to show off his mother's sexy panties to his horny friends. No doubt, in the way that he'd look at their mothers, they'd all look at his mother too. Having more courage than he did, his horny friends would have no compunction in walking right up to his mother standing on the ladder to offer her their help in holding the ladder steady while staring up her short sundress. * * * * * "Mom? What are you doing up there?" When he watched her standing on her toes for her to reach up to move boxes out of the way, with her short dress climbing even higher, he had the urge to squat down on the pretense of tying his shoe. Even from this distance and with her high height, he knew if he lowered his angle he'd have a great view up her short sundress of her panties. Only, he wasn't wearing tie shoes or sneakers, he was wearing slip-on loafers. Besides, what if she turned and peered down to catch him looking at her panties? It's one thing to sneak a peek but it's another thing to be caught peeking. At the end of the garage, they had a small storage room where they kept things inside, mostly junk, and where they stored more junk on top of the room. Figuring it was something important enough for her to get out the ladder and go through the trouble of climbing it, he wondered what she was looking to find. Surprised that she didn't ask him for his help, more surprised by the sexy image of her standing atop the ladder, he was glad that she decided to find whatever it was she was looking for on her own. "Oh, I'm looking for my gardening tools. In honor of Earth Day, now that the warmer weather is here, I wanted to begin my yearly Earth Day garden," she said absentmindedly and seemingly obliviously that she was so indisposed and exposed, that is, if he dared to take a step or two closer to her to look up at all that she was showing. "I thought I had left them in a box somewhere on the garage floor but I think I stored them up here when I cleaned out the garage to park my car last fall." "Gardening tools?" 'Oh boy, that time of year, here we go again,' he thought to himself. Heralded by Earth Day and Arbor Day, spring was his favorite season filled with images of his mother squatting with her knees parted and bending at the waist while wearing her endless wardrobe of sexy, handmade sundresses. Her sundresses climbed up to her crotch when she squatted, rose up in the back when bending at the waist to expose her panties, and bloused out in front to expose her bra or braless breasts when she leaned forward. The perfect flashing attire, with one sundress prettier and sexier than the other, he loved his mother's handmade sundresses. Already sexually excited by all that he'd soon see of his mother's panties, bra, and tits, he looked forward to having another year of up sundresses and down sundresses. He looked forward to having another year of constant and continual abusing himself while masturbating over all that his mother was showing him and all that he was seeing of her. He only wished that he could return the favor by exposing his cock to her. Yet, women are the voyeurs that men obviously are. Women are sexually excited over seeing a man's appendage in the way that men are sexually excited over seeing a woman's naked ass, tits, and/or pussy. If only she knew that she gave him so much masturbation fodder, he wondered what she'd say. If only she knew that he masturbated over every sexy, sexual thing he saw of his mother, even if what he saw of her was just her bra strap, he wondered what she'd say and what she'd do. Maybe she'd be disappointed in his bad behavior and call him a pervert. Maybe she'd feel violated and would slap him across his face. Maybe she'd punish him by throwing him out of her house. Or with his sexual fantasy taking over his commonsense, maybe she'd rip off her clothes before undressing him to have hot sex. Boy wouldn't that be something if she was just as horny as he was? Wouldn't that be something if she wanted him as much as he wanted her? Wouldn't that be something if in the way he's a voyeur, she's an exhibitionist and has been deliberately exposing herself to him all these years. In celebration of Earth Day, wouldn't that be something if he could finally have sex with his mother? 'Wow!' He'd love to make love to her in the garden. Only just as he knew he didn't have the courage to take another step forward to peer up his mother's short sundress, he knew that she'd never cross the line to have incestuous sex with him. Nothing more than a sexual fantasy, he looked forward to masturbating over her standing on a ladder while he imagined himself holding the ladder for her while staring up at her panties. Unfortunately again, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, with the flash of her bikini panties or a down blouse view of her bra or naked breasts enough for him to masturbate over, it didn't take his mother much to show for him to be so sexually attracted to her. Something they never discussed, he wondered if all of his friends were as sexually attracted to their mothers as he was sexually attracted to his mother. Only with him having the best looking and the sexiest mother with the best body, and with him having never masturbated over their mothers in the way that he's masturbated over his own mother, it wouldn't surprise him if all of his friends masturbated over the sexy thoughts of having sex with his naked mother too. "Yeah, I think they're up here somewhere," she said straining to reach. "Now that I see what's in some of these boxes, I'm pretty sure that my gardening tools are up here somewhere." He wanted to offer her a ten finger boost for her to climb on top of the storage room. If she agreed to climb on top of the room, she'd definitely give him a great view of the back of her panties. Only, another sexual fantasy that would never happen, just as he'd never offer his mother ten fingers up, she'd never allow him to have a deliberate, uninterrupted view of her panties. Even though he sometimes wished she was a slut and an incestuous whore, his mother wasn't like that. She wasn't the slut or the incestuous whore he sexually fantasized her being. She was his mother and her was her perversely perverted son. "So you really are planting another garden in honor of Earth Day again this year," he said laughing. "I know you're thinking that you're doing your share in helping the Earth by eating what you've grown but it seems such a waste of your time and money after the animals ate everything as fast as you grew it last year?" Having had this conversation before, nearly catching him staring at her ass, she turned to give him a look of exasperation. As if telling to mind his own business with just a look, he allowed her to have her fun planting her Earth Day garden, even if doing all of the hard work in vain. "I'm going to try. Maybe this year, I'll put a fence around the garden to keep out the rabbits, squirrels, muskrats, and skunks," she said with a sigh and a shrug. He laughed at the folly of trying to keep wild animals away from food. "Rabbits can hop over the fence, squirrels can climb them, and muskrats and skunks can dig their way beneath the fence Mom," he said with a little chuckle. Instead of being armed with a .22 caliber rifle, he laughed at the thought of his mother sitting out on the front porch with a flashlight ready to scare away whatever nocturnal critters and hungry varmints came out to eat her garden at night. "I know but if I build the fence high enough, maybe too high for them to climb and hop over, they won't bother my garden and will go next door to Sheila's garden," she said. He chuckled at the image of an onslaught of furry bunnies dressed in black as ninja rabbits digging their way beneath the fence to get at her carrots, celery, and lettuce or hitching a ride to travel the half mile down the road to Sheila's house. "Maybe you can make a scarecrow or buy one of those battery operated owls. Their eyes glow in the dark and their heads move with any movement," he said. Thinking that he was being funny instead of being serious, as soon as he mentioned the owl, he thought that it may be a good idea. "I saw those for sale in a catalog," she turned to look at him while wobbling on the ladder. "Do they really work?" He didn't see why they wouldn't. The government has been using all kinds of tricks, even cardboard police cars to keep people from speeding. Why wouldn't a plastic owl that moved by motion, lit up, and made noises like an owl work? Any noise and motion would scare the critters away, especially if it was something that looked like a deadly owl. "If they didn't work Mom, they still wouldn't be selling them. They've been selling those owls for years," he said. "It would be fun to see the furry creatures running away from a pretend owl." Seemingly as if he was her perfect volunteer or her handyman helper, she turned to look at him standing there by the garage door and he couldn't believe what she asked of him next. * * * * * "That may be a good idea," she said and shocking him with what she said next. "Be a dear and hold the ladder steady for me. It's so wobbly and I don't want to fall on my car and hurt myself," she said hanging on to the ledge where everything was stored while partially turning to her son. "At my age, there's no coming back from breaking a bone in a fall," she said with a laugh. 'What? Huh? Are you kidding me? She wants me to hold the ladder for her? No way. Oh my God. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, he'll be masturbating later tonight over all that he'll be seeing now.' "At your age?" He laughed. "I hope I look as good as you do when I'm forty-two-years-old," he said in shock that she wanted him to step closer to not only hold the ladder steady but also to get a good look up her short sundress at her panties. Already getting an erection in anticipation of not only holding the ladder for his mother but also in looking up at the view of her sexy underwear, he couldn't wait to see all that he could see of her. As if she read his mind, he couldn't believe that his mother invited him to walk closer on the deliberate or innocent pretense of holding the ladder steady for her. Did she know that if he stepped any closer to her that he could see her panties? Didn't she know she was so exposed? Didn't she know that he was always looking because she was always showing? Maybe she knew she was so exposed and didn't care. Maybe she wanted him to see her panties in the way that he couldn't wait to see her panties. Maybe in the way that he's such the voyeur, she's an exhibitionist. Nah, his mother isn't like that. He's the pervert in the family and not her. Sexually excited with the anticipation of seeing his mother's panties again, enjoying the moment by taking in the sexy show of voyeurism and exhibitionism, Joey slowly walked closer to the ladder while staring up at all that his mother was showing. Up and up her short sundress, the closer he walked the more he saw of her. As if her short sundress was a curtain slowly rising at a striptease show, this voyeuristic scene unfolded in slow motion with every step that he took closer. From her shapely legs to her shapely thighs, he had the perfect view between her legs of her panty clad pussy. Unable to stop staring, eager to masturbate later over all that he saw of her, he couldn't stop himself from leering up at his mother's panties. As if he was having a sexual fantasy while awake, he couldn't believe all that she was showing and all that he was seeing. Throbbing and pulsating in his pants, he could feel his cock hardening at the anticipation of seeing her panties. Giving her a show in the way that she was giving him a show, if only he had the courage, he'd love to unzip himself, pull out his cock, and start masturbating over all that he was seeing and over all that she was showing. Normally, except for when she's working her Earth Day garden, she's so very careful not to expose herself to him. Engrossed in her garden in the way she was determined to find her gardening tools now, normally she's so reservedly modest. Yet, too intent on finding her gardening tools, maybe she doesn't know she's so exposed. Maybe she doesn't know that with him standing beneath her that he can see her panties. Maybe she doesn't care that he can see her panties. Maybe she's deliberately flashing him. Maybe she wants him to see her panties. Mother's Earth Day Victory Garden In deference of her gardening tools, yeah, maybe she doesn't care that he can see her panties and the shape of her sexy ass cheeks. Thinking the worst of his mother in the way that he thought of himself, maybe she's deliberately exposing herself to him in the way that he'd love to deliberately expose himself to her. Maybe with her considering this making the first move across the incestuous line, she's waiting for him to make the next move. Maybe with her poised on the top of the ladder, this is their first step across the forbidden, incestuous line and for them having sex. * * * * * Not bad for a forty-two-year-old, his mother still had the same body that she had ten years ago when she divorced his dad. He never understood why his father would let go of a woman who looked like her, albeit much younger, especially when the woman he married isn't nearly as good looking and sexy as his mother. He never understood why his mother didn't go out and find another man in the way that his father immediately found another woman. She hasn't been on a date since she divorced his father. He wondered if she was as horny as he always is. Enjoying the view of her shapely thighs, he walked closer to revel in an uninterrupted view between her legs. He stared at her white, cotton, bikini panties that covered her round, firm ass and that covered what barely lay hidden between her legs. Oh, my God, having masturbated over these panties while holding them and sniffing them in his horny hands before, he'll be masturbating over all that he's seeing now of her later. Having seen nude photos of her that lay hidden in the back of her closet when she was in her early twenties and thirties, she hasn't changed very much. Aging like fine wine, she has such an incredible body and he only wished that she wasn't his mother. Boy oh boy, if she wasn't his mother, in the way that she was obviously so sexually teasing him, he'd reach up and touch her, feel her, and fondle her before stripping her naked to fuck her. If she wasn't his mother but a neighbor or a friend's mom, with incest not an issue in the way it obviously is now, he'd make his move. He wished he could reach up and feel her ass and finger her pussy through her panties. He wished he could masturbate now in front of her while touching her, feeling her, and exploring his mother's bodies through her exposed panties. His sexual fantasy come true, he wished she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Continuing his sexual fantasy, he wished he had the courage to reach up and touch her through her panty. As if he was on a date with her, he'd love to know what it feels like to feel his mother's shapely ass and blonde, trimmed pussy through her panty. Being that she was a natural blonde, he knew she had a blonde, trimmed pussy instead of a shaved or bushy one. He remembered one day when her bathrobe parted open as she squatted down to retrieve her dropped hairbrush, she accidentally flashed him her pussy. He masturbated over that naked image of his mother's pussy for months. It was only a fleeting flash of her pussy but, as if her bathrobe parted in slow motion, when seeing her cunt for the first time, he could count her blonde, pubic hairs. Now in the way she was standing at the top of the ladder and allowing him an uninterrupted view of her panties, he wondered if she deliberately flashed him her pussy that day too. He wondered if she knew she flashed him her pussy in the way that he'd love to flash her his cock. Wishing it was so, he couldn't help but wonder if his mother flashed him her pussy on purpose. Maybe in the way he needed to see something of her to masturbate over later, she needed to show him something of her for her to masturbate over later too. Maybe she was hoping that he'd reach up and touch her and feel her through her exposed panties. Maybe with them having the same DNA makeup, she was just as horny as he was. Yet, just his sexual fantasies taking control of his common sense again, his mother would never flash him her pussy in the same way that he'd never flash his mother his cock. Only, pussy for cock, he wished she would purposely flash him her pussy so that he could purposely flash her his cock. When he leaned more to the front of her on the pretense of holding the ladder steady, he was rewarded with a nice view of her panty clad pussy. Having a clear view of her mound, a few errant strands of blonde pubic hair, he had an unprecedented view of her camel toe and a good shot of her panty covered pussy slit. For sure and without doubt, so looking forward to it, he'll be masturbating later over all that he's seeing of his mother now. Ready to volunteer to take her place on the ladder before, he didn't dare volunteer to exchange places on the ladder with her now. He was enjoying the sexy view of her underwear too much to stop his voyeurism of his mother. * * * * * "Ah, here they are," she said standing on her toes again and stretching to retrieve a basket full of gloves and gardening tools. "Yeah, I found them. I found them Joey. I'm coming down," she said looking down at her son looking up at her. "Hold the ladder steady for me please. I don't want to fall on my car," she said when looking down at her son. Obviously seeing the sexually excited look on his face staring up at her, her face turned a bright red and she pulled her sundress tighter around her body to deny her son any more views of her panties. "I didn't realize I was giving you such a sexy show of my underwear," she said with a nervous, little laugh. "I'm so very embarrassed." "Don't worry Mom, I wasn't looking. I averted my eyes to preserve your modesty," he said lying. "Yes, I can see by the big bulge in your pants that you weren't looking very much up my dress," she said with another little, uncomfortable laugh. She noticed his erection. He couldn't believe his mother noticed his erection. For sure, he'll be masturbating over that tidbit too. Now that he knows that she notices his erections, maybe he'll parade around her while wearing pajama bottoms without underwear when his cock is stiffly swollen. "Sorry Mom. I'm embarrassed that you caught me looking but I couldn't help from taking a peek," he said excited that she noticed his erection. He said looking up at his mother's panties again when she let go of her dress to hold onto the ladder. "Well, no harm done, as long as you only look and don't touch," she said with a sexy laugh. Huh? What did she just say? No harm done so long as you only look and don't touch? What does that mean? Is it okay for him to look, so long as he doesn't touch? What is she saying? Is that an invitation for him to look more, so long as he doesn't touch? "Did you like what you saw?" She said testing him, teasing him, and/or goading him, he didn't know which. "Yes, very much," he said. He looked at her and gave her a big shit eating grin. "Well, let's put that behind us. Okay? A son should never look at his mother in that sexual way," she said obviously scolding him but obviously not angry with him either. He felt perversely perverted that she caught him peeking at her panties but he didn't care. What was more important was that he had fresh fodder to masturbate over tonight, tomorrow morning, and for the next few weeks. "You have a spectacular body Mom," feeling awkwardly embarrassed as soon as he said that. "Thank you," she said, "but you really shouldn't be looking at my body. I'm your mother and you're my son." He tried to think of what to say to backpedal out of his awkward position. "I'm not seeing any more of you than if you were wearing your bikini bottoms beneath your sundress," he said in his defense of him continuing to stare at her panties. She looked down at him to give him an understanding motherly smile. "That's true," she said. Maybe in the way that he's a voyeur, especially in the way that his mother flashes him her panties in up sundresses, her bra and cleavage, or her tits, when she's not wearing a bra, in down sundresses all the time, maybe she's an exhibitionist. Maybe suspecting that he masturbates over her, she finds some sexual satisfaction in teasing him. Maybe she gives him a sexual release so that he won't leave her for another woman. Maybe he gives her a sexual release by staring so that she doesn't feel the need to find another man. If only they could be sexually intimate and live as man and woman instead of mother and son, everything would be beautiful. Never wanting to be caught looking, now when he thought about all the times he looked whenever seeing down dresses and up dresses, maybe she wants him to look, that is, so long as he doesn't touch. Maybe the reason why she wears a sundress while gardening is to keep him interested enough for him to help her garden. A fair trade, so long as she continues flashing him her panties in up sundresses and her bra and cleavage, or her tits in down sundresses while gardening, he'll continue helping her garden. So long as he doesn't touch, maybe she doesn't mind him looking. Now thinking about flashing her his cock somehow, one day, he wondered if she'd like to look too. Only, not scolding her for looking in the way that she just scolded him for peeking, he'd definitely allow her to touch too instead of just looking. Alas, with her coming down the ladder, her up skirt panty show was over. The only thing left to do now was to masturbate over all that his mother showed him of her and all that he saw of her. He couldn't wait to go back to his room to masturbate over seeing his mother's panties. Putting on his headphones without turning on the sound, his sexual fantasy come true, he hoped his mother would walk in his room and catch him masturbating just as he was ejaculating a load of cum all over his hand, chest, and stomach. He couldn't wait to masturbate while thinking of his mother sucking his cock as he felt her tits and fingered her nipples. Needing some sexual relief, with all that he's seen of her, he couldn't wait to cum. He'll be jerking off over this sexy show of an unobstructed and prolonged view of her panties for a long time. Now excited about her Earth Day garden, so long as she continued wearing her short sundresses without wearing a bra while flashing him her panties and tits, he couldn't wait to help her gardening this year in the way that he helped her last year and the year before. Trying not to look up her short sundress, Joey watched his mother slowly descend the ladder. Carefully negotiating her way down while holding her basket of gardening supplies with one hand and the ladder with her other hand, an errant nail caught the hem of her short sundress and lifted it higher as she climbed lower. Not immediately realizing that she was caught, as if he was imagining this or wishing it to happen, Joey watched his mother's dress climb higher to expose even more of her panties than he saw before. In the way that the curtain once raised Spanky's mother's dress in one of the old black and white Little Rascal films, the errant nail did its job in raising her short sundress higher. Stuck in place, with her dress now pulled up over her ass and up to her waist and her bikini panties totally and fully exposed, Christine struggled to free herself with one hand while holding her basket of gardening tools in her other hand. She looked as if she was about to fall from the ladder in embarrassment. * * * * * "Joey, help me," she said tugging and gently pulling at the hem of her dress to not rip it. "Oh my God, this is so very embarrassing. I'm stuck." As if he was imagining this, as if he had willed the nail to catch the hem of his mother's short sundress, Joey couldn't believe his eyes. As if she was standing on the ladder without wearing pants, her bikini panties was totally exposed to him. He only wished she wasn't wearing panties. He only wished that today, she had forgotten to put on her panties. Wow! How hot would that be to have a prolonged view of his mother's naked ass and pussy? The eternal ditzy blonde, waiting for her to drop her towel one day and flash him her naked body, she was always so carelessly clumsy. "I'll be right there Mom," said Joey climbing up the ladder to help his mother. After watching his mother struggling, not knowing what else to do and how else to help her other than to help himself with a handful of her ass to make sure that she didn't fall, Joey reached up a hand to hold his mother's panty clad ass steady. A sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe he was touching and feeling her beautiful ass through her exposed panty. Her ass was so firm and so round that he wished he could move his hand around while feeling and squeezing her nearly naked ass. Only, instead of turning his hand with his fingers position on the back of her ass, purposely, in his feeble attempt to cup her pussy through her panty, he turned his hand with his fingers position between her legs. Already he had broken her rule about looking and not touching. With his horny hand firmly in place between his mother's legs and with the tips of his fingers in contact with her panty clad pussy, a few more inches forward and he'd be cupping his mother's pussy through her exposed panty. "Gees, Joey. I'm starting to feel sexually violated," she said with a little laugh while looking down at him with an odd expression on her face. Was she genuinely embarrassed or was she sexually aroused? Having never seen his mother sexually aroused before, he couldn't tell one look from the other. Then, when trying to squirm away from Joey's groping hand, his middle finger involuntarily traced her pussy slit through her panty. She recoiled as if he had just goosed her when he added a little bit more pressure to his touch. He so wanted to push her panty to the side and finger her pussy. He wondered if she was as wet as he was hard. "Sorry Mom to be inappropriately touching you but I thought you were going to fall," he said. He stared up at her panties. He stared up at where his hand was on her person. So tempted to unzip himself, pull out his cock, and start masturbating himself, he stared down at his hardening and throbbing cock. Being that she was standing on the ladder with her panties on full display, she'd understand if her horny son masturbated over all that he was seeing, touching, and feeling of her, wouldn't she? Certainly, she'd understand if he ejaculated all over her panty clad ass and wouldn't mind if his cum dripped and ran down her leg. Only, for fear that she'd banish him from her house, he didn't dare do what he was thinking and so wanted to do to his MILF of a mother. "That's okay. I almost did fall. I'm glad you were here to catch me," she said. "I'm stuck," she said pulling at the hem of her caught dress. Unable to remove his horny eyes from her panty clad pussy, Joey stared in between his mother's legs as if he was staring at a car accident. "Climb back up the ladder and I'll climb up behind you to hold you steady," he said. "Maybe, with the pressure off, you can free your dress when at a higher vantage point. As soon as his mother took a step up the ladder, Joey repositioned his hand more forward. Now instead of propping up his mother from behind, he was cupping his mother's panty clad pussy while he followed her up the ladder. Oh my God, he couldn't believe he was feeling his mother's pussy through her panties. A sexually fantasy come true, he'll be masturbating over this for the rest of his life. "Joey! This is so embarrassing," she said squirming. "My God! Can you at least move your hand more to the back of my ass instead of between my legs," she said swatting his hand away. "I'd much rather you be feeling my ass than cupping my pussy." "Sorry Mom," he said. Only especially with her acknowledging that he was cupping her pussy, he wasn't sorry at all. If anything, he was sexually excited having touched and felt his mother where no son should ever touch and feel his mother. He only wished she wasn't wearing panties. He only wished he had been touching and feeling her pussy instead of her panty. He only wished his fingers were probing the inside of her instead of feeling the outside of her. He wondered if she was as wet as he was hard. With him touching her, feeling her, and groping her, he wondered if she was as sexually aroused as he was sexually excited. If anything, he wanted to do so much more than to just touch, feel, and grope her pussy through her panty. He wanted to fuck her with his fingers before fucking her with his cock. Now that she was so helplessly vulnerable, up on a ladder while her sundress was stuck on a nail, he wanted to push her panty aside and finger her. He wanted to pull down her panties and expose her naked ass and pussy to him. He wondered what she'd do if he did that. He wondered what she'd do if he leaned up to lick her between her legs while fingering her. He wondered if she'd allow him to continue sexually assaulting her or if she'd kick him away and push him all off the ladder. She climbed up two more steps with Joey right behind her. If her dress was free and down around her body where it should have been, with him so close behind her, he'd have his head up underneath her dress instead of having his head nearly up her ass. As it was, his face was eye level with her panty clad ass. Never has he had such a close up inspection of his mother's panties, that is, when not in her underwear drawer and masturbating over touching them and feeling them. "I'm stuck Joey. I can't free my dress without ripping it," she said trying to free her dress from the nail with one hand while holding her balance steady on the ladder with her other hand. "My first time wearing this dress and having just made this one, I don't want to ruin it by ripping it," she said as if she was about to cry. Was she about to cry because she was afraid of ruining her dress? Or was she about to cry because she was so embarrassed that her son not only had a clear, prolonged view of her in her panties but also that he was touching, feeling, and groping her through her panties. Thinking quickly and even more sexually excited by the thought of what he wanted to say, he had the urge to suppress what he was thinking but he was so glad he didn't. He already had the image of what she'd look like nearly naked, but for her white, cotton, bikini panties. Blurting out his thought, he left it up to his mother to decide what she should do. "Before you rip it and ruin it, can you remove your sundress Mom? Expecting her to say no and expecting her to scold him for being the perverted son that he was, he held his breath while waiting for her answer. "Removing your dress will remove the pressure of pulling and make it easier to free it from the nail," he said. She looked down at him looking up at her. "Remove my sundress? I'm not wearing a bra, Joey," she said looking down at him with that odd look again before a pink flush colored her pretty cheeks. "In addition to seeing my panties, which you've been staring at for twenty minutes, you'll see my tits." What was she thinking, he wondered? Was she thinking about flashing him her tits in the way that she was flashing him her panties? Was she just as horny and sexually excited as he was? Glad that she doesn't, unless she goes out to the store, how come she never wears a bra. "It's okay Mom. I promise not to look at your tits," he said in actuality really promising not to look much. Promises, promises, if she removed her sundress while not wearing a bra and while stuck there on the ladder, there was no way that he wouldn't be looking, staring, and leering at his mother's tits. "Actually, removing the dress before ruining it is a good idea. I'll just unbutton it, slip my arms out, and step out of it to allow it to fall. Once I'm out of it, then you can reach up and unhook it from the nail. Whatever you do, please catch my dress. I don't want it hitting the garage floor and getting all dirty," she said. Mother's Earth Day Victory Garden He couldn't believe she agreed to remove her sundress. He couldn't believe that he was going to see her tits in addition to having this prolonged and close up view of her panties. "Sure," he said. "Don't worry, I'll catch your dress. I won't let it fall." At that point, he'd say anything for her to remove her sundress and flash him her tits. "First close your eyes Joey. I don't want you seeing my breasts," she said looking down at him looking up at her. There, right there, he recognized the look. She gave him the same look that he was giving her. Did she purposely catch her dress on a nail while hoping he'd tell her to remove her dress? Was she purposely flashing him her panties and now had plans to flash him her tits on the pretense of getting herself unstuck? How hot would that be if his mother enjoyed playing games of exhibitionism games as much as he enjoyed playing games of voyeurism? "If I close my eyes Mom, how am I going to unhook and catch your dress?" There was no way he was closing his eyes. Not wanting to miss a single, sexy detail, after seeing his mother's tits in the way that he was seeing her panties, he'll be masturbating over this day for the rest of his life. "Then, avert your gaze," she said and I'll lower my dress where you can easily reach it without having to look. * * * * * Christine unbuttoned her dress, slipped out her arms, and stepped out of it, while Joey climbed higher up the ladder to reach up and unhook her dress from the nail. Now that the pressure was removed from her sundress hooked on the nail, he allowed the dress to fall in his hands. He climbed down the ladder ahead of his mother to watch her slowly descend naked but for her panties. Even though he had promised not to look, he treated himself to a wonderful view of his mother's white, bikini panty clad ass and the underside of her B cup breasts as she leaned forward while climbing down the ladder. In the way that her tits were hanging forward now, he imagined her tits leaning in his face while she was on top of him fucking him. Catching a quick glimpse of her areolas and nipples, he closed his eyes before his mother could catch him looking. Now naked but for her panties and trembling, she climbed down the ladder to wrap her arms around him and to stand in the arms of her son while shivering. With her breasts squished against his chest, he held his mother while imagining kissing her, touching her, and feeling her everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother. Was she trembling because she thought she was going to fall? Was she shivering because she was cold? Or was she shaking because she was so sexually aroused from holding her son while she was topless and nearly naked but for her white, cotton, bikini panties? Hoping she was shaking due to the latter than the former reasons, maybe she was just as sexually excited as he was. Maybe more than just looking, she wanted him to touch her as much as he wanted to touch her. Hoping to deliberately expose her nearly naked self to him, maybe she had hooked her dress on the nail purposely before her son came in the garage. On the pretense of hugging her, he slid his hands forward a little to feel the sides of her breasts with his fingertips. "I can't believe I nearly fell three times," she said. With his hands holding the sides of her breasts, he couldn't believe that she wasn't swatting his horny hands away. Obviously so that he wouldn't have a clear view of her breasts, which he already had several times, she wrapped her arms around her son tighter. Imagining fucking her, he could feel her pubic bone pushing against him. So wanting to hump her, he so wanted to reach down to cup her panty clad ass cheeks in his hands. Between having a close up view of his mother's panties, seeing her tits, and now feeling the sides of her breasts, he'll be masturbating again and again over all of this later. It took all the control he had not to slide his hands to the front of her to cup her breasts while fingering her nipples. "Well, you're safe now Mom," he said. She looked up at him and smiled. "Thank you for being a gentleman and not looking," she said looking up at him as if she already knew he had seen her breasts. "I'm going to let go of you to put on my dress. Close your eyes. Okay?" Ready to ogle her tits, he waited for her to let go of him and step back to put on her dress. When she stepped back he allowed his fingertips to slide across her breast and come in contact with her erect nipples. She quivered when he touched her nipples and immediately her nipples erected. "Okay," he said staring down at her staring up at him. "Joey! My God! You just touched my nipples," she said. "Sorry Mom," he said. He couldn't wait to have another view of her pink nipples and round areolas. "Now close your eyes. I don't want you to see my tits," she said. "I mean it Joey. Close your eyes. I'm embarrassed enough with you seeing me in my panties. Bad enough you felt my tits and fingered my nipples, I don't want you seeing my tits too." Damn. He didn't want to close his eyes. There was no way he was going to ruin this opportunity and deny himself a lifetime of masturbation material by closing his eyes. "Okay," he said. "How long should I keep my eyes closed Mom?" He watched as his mother lean down to step into her dress and stood. In the way that they did when she was climbing down the ladder, he saw her tits fall forward again before falling back in place. "Joey!" She held her dress up to her. "You were peeking. You saw my tits." He had a satisfied smile on his face. "Sorry Mom. I couldn't help myself. Besides, you said it was okay to look, so long as I didn't' touch," he said in his defense and with a little snide laugh. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "You're right. I did say that but, not knowing what else to say other than to make a joke over something so very embarrassing for me, I said that at a time that you were staring up my sundress at my panties. Turn around please so that I can get dressed," she said. "Okay," he said. With him having the perfect view of her panties, her breasts, her areolas, and her nipples, Joey moved the car's side view mirror to watch his mother putting on her dress. "You can turn around now," she said realizing that he was watching her dressing through the car mirror. "Joey, were you watching me dress in the car mirror? My God, is there no end to you ogling my body?" "Sorry Mom," he said. "Yeah, I know, you couldn't help yourself," she said laughing. "What am I going to do with you? You're incorrigible." "Well, being that I've already seen most of your naked body, we could walk around naked in front of one another," he said. She looked at him as if she was considering the thought. Being the free living and fun loving person that she was, he wouldn't put it by his mother to take him up on that and walk around naked in front of him. For sure, he'd love to walk around naked in front of her. He wondered what she'd do if she saw that he had an erection. He wondered if she'd turn away, look, and/or stare. He wondered if she'd touch him in the way that he touched her and wanted to feel her more. "You'd like that wouldn't you, me parading around you naked and you flashing me your cock," she said reaching out her hand to squeeze the head of his erect prick. Oh my God. He couldn't believe that his mother just felt the head of his engorge prick with her fingertips. "Mom!" Doing all that he could to control himself from exposing his cock to his mother, he so wanted to unzip himself and pull out his erect prick to show her. "What?" "You just touched my cock through my pants," he said shocked that his mother reached out to touch his prick and squeeze the head of his prick. "Oh get over it Joey. What's the big deal? With you ogling my panties, cupping my pussy through my panties, and having a good feel of the sides of my breasts before sliding your fingertips across my nipples, I felt nothing of you that you haven't already felt of me," she said. "You're right," he said opening his arms wide to hug his mother. Only, this time, when she stepped forward to hug her son, instead of wrapping his arms around her back and/or waist, he reached down to cup her sweet ass in his hands. Feeling and squeezing her beautiful ass with both hands, he so wanted to stick his hands down her panties. "Joey, don't. Stop. I'm your mother," she said wiggling, squirming, and pulling away from his grasp but not before giving him that look again. "My God, I feel as if I've been groped on a subway." Joey suddenly thought of the lucky man who groped his mother on a subway. Wishing he was him and/or wishing he was there to see his mother being groped, all that she said about being groped only added to his eternal horniness. "For an old broad, you have an incredible ass Mom. So round and so firm, your ass is as good as any twenty-year-old woman," he said. "Thank you Joey," she said, "but please don't do that again. You shouldn't be touching and feeling me in that sexual way. Bordering on incest, it's wrong. I'm sorry but it makes me feel uncomfortable having my son taking sexual liberty with my body." In the way that he was looking at her, she was looking at him. With things escalating very quickly, he wondered what would happen next. * * * * * Nearly every day for the next few weeks, Joey helped his mother with her garden. Not having much of a green thumb, he had no interest in gardening. His interest was in ogling his mother. With sundresses her favorite and most comfortable thing to wear without a bra while gardening, his reward for helping his mother was receiving lots of up sundresses of his mother's panties and down sundresses of his mother's tits. As attested by the beautiful landscaping of flowers that surrounded the house, lost in her gardening, she was oblivious that she was showing and that Joey was looking. Moreover, after what happened in the garage on the ladder, it was obvious to him that his mother either no longer cared that she was flashing her body to him or enjoyed flashing him her body to him as much as he enjoyed seeing her body. After done gardening, he'd go to his room and masturbate over all that he saw of his mother while wondering if she was masturbating over all that she showed him of her. Wishing she'd come in his room while he masturbated, rather than intrude upon his privacy, she gave him his privacy and never did abruptly walk in his room to catch him masturbating If only she knew how much of her body she was showing and how much of her body he was seeing, he wondered if she'd refuse his help. If only she knew he was looking, leering actually while lusting over her, he wondered if she'd scold him, be happy that he was looking, or would start wearing jeans and a turtleneck? If only she knew that he was masturbating daily, multiple times a day, over the thoughts of seeing, touching, and feeling her naked body, he wondered what her reaction would be. Yet, for her to continue to wear her short sundresses without a bra, she must know that she's giving him a show of her panties in tits. How could she not know that she was inadvertently or deliberately flashing her son? How could she not know that he was looking at all that she was showing? With him so sexually excited that he was seeing so much of his mother's hot body nearly every day, he wondered if she'd be as sexually excited seeing as much of his hot body. Hoping that she was as much the voyeur as he was, he decided to return the favor of her exhibitionism with his own. Being that the weather was getting warmer and feeling even hotter when they were working beneath the warm sun in the garden, he wore his bathing suit instead of his hot jeans. While helping her to garden, he wore the bathing suit that had with the oversized legs and that didn't have a lining. Actually it had a lining but he cut out the lining for purposes of flashing his mother his cock. In the way that she continued flashing him her panties and tits deliberately or inadvertently, he knew that every time he squatted in front of his mother, she'd be rewarded with a view of the head and the side of his cock along with his testicles. Tits and panties for cock and testicles seemed like a fair trade. He wondered if she'd look at him as much as he looked at her. He wondered after flashing her his cock and testicles if she'd want him as much as he wants her when she flashes him her tits and panties. He wondered if she'd be looking at what he was showing in the way that he always looked at all that she was showing. Sometimes, depending if he was reaching and stretching enough, with his bathing suit climbing higher up his thigh, his cock would actually fall out of his bathing suit. Especially when his cock was totally exposed and especially when he had an erection, every time he flashed his mother his cock, he felt like the pervert that he was. If only she wanted to see his body as much as he wanted her to see his body and as much as he wanted to see her body, but obviously women don't have the desire to voyeur men in the way that men wanted to voyeur women. "Thank you for helping me, Joey," she said while digging holes in the dirt. Always angling himself to get the best down sundress of her tits and up sundress of her panties before, now he moved his body in her line of sight for her to get the best look at his cock and testicles. In the way that his eyes went from her tits down to her panties, he watched her eyes go from his face down to crotch before looking away. Sometimes with her head down and the brim of her wide brimmed straw hat covering her eyes, he couldn't tell if she was looking. It was then that he imagined she was staring at his exposed penis. Now not only did he know that he was flashing his mother his penis but also he knew that she was looking. Already knowing what he was thinking whenever he saw her panties and tits, he wondered what she was thinking when seeing his penis. He wondered if she had the same sexual thoughts when seeing his cock and testicles that he had when seeing her tits and panties. He wondered if she was feeling just as horny when seeing him flash her as he was feeling horny when watching her flash him. Every night, filled with the memory of her seeing his hairy, hard prick and him seeing her constant flashes of her tits and panties, he masturbated over the thoughts of him flashing his mother his cock and testicles. With his headphones in place without any sound while masturbating himself, he waited while hoping she'd open his bedroom door unannounced but she never did. Having her watch him masturbate would be too easy. He'd have to come up with something better. He needed a plan not only to see his mother naked but also for his mother to see him naked. * * * * * With her knees spread apart, her sundress pulled up to her upper thighs and the top of her sundress unbuttoned and falling forward and open enough for Joey to see nearly all of his mother's tits, he never knew that gardening could be so very erotically enticing and sexually exciting. He so wanted to stick his horny hand up her sundress to cup her panty clad pussy or down her sundress to cup her breasts and finger her nipples. Seeing so much of his sexy mother every day always gave him an erection and every time the head of his erect cock peeked out from the leg of his swimsuit before protruding out further down his thigh, his mother would look more and stare longer. Reading her body language, every time she saw his cock and testicles, she involuntarily touched her hair and/or licked her lips. Tits and panties for cock and balls, every day, for hours they did their gardening while Joey ogled his mother and deliberately flashed her his cock and balls and while she inadvertently flashed him her panties and tits and she ogled her son. Only, where do they go from here? While waiting for her to make the next sexual move, he wondered if she was waiting for him to make the next sexual move as well. Obviously for one not to be deemed the incestuous pervert over the other, it was a stalemate of flashing, teasing, inaction, and sexual frustration. He only wished his mother would reach out and touch his exposed prick in the way that he so wanted to reach down her open sundress top to cup her beautiful breasts or reach up her sundress to cup her panty clad pussy. Then, one day, as if it was meant to be, taking the incestuous decision out of their hands, it took an act of Mother Nature appropriately on Earth Day to deliver Joey and his mother to the next level. While Christine was looking off in the distance to survey her garden, a sudden wind gusted up and propelled a huge volume of dirt in her eyes. Temporarily blinded and unable to see, Joey drove her to the emergency room. They cleaned out her eyes as best as they could, covered her eyes with bandages, and prescribed eye drops to help to remove what dirt was still left. "You're to leave the bandages on your eyes for a week and only uncover your eyes in a darkened room for you to use these eye drops three times a day. Have your son change the dressing but, unless putting in eye drops, don't open your eyes and don't uncover your eyes. Give your eyes a rest. Give your eyes a chance to heel," said the doctor. "Yes, Doctor. Thank you Doctor," said Christine. "They'll tear because of the solution in the eye drops but that's a good thing," said the doctor. It will take a few more days to get the rest of the fine dirt out of there. We've already removed the larger pieces of dirt from your eyes but it's the fine dirt that causes the most damage. It will feel as if you have something in your eyes. Don't rub them. Give the solution time to do its job." Concerned for his mother's eyesight, the obedient son that he was, Joey faithfully gave his mother the eye drops in a darkened room and changed his mother's dressing until he came up with a bright idea. Being the horny son he was caring for his vulnerable mother, seizing the opportunity, he used her temporarily blindness to his sexual advantage. With her eyes covered, this was his opportunity to get what he wanted and hopefully what she wanted too. Obviously, being that she'd never take the next step across the incestuous line, after an act of God helped them to cross the line together, he took that next step with her. * * * * * "Mom?" Joey sat on his mother's bed while changing her bandages. "Yes Joey? What is it?" Finished giving her the eye drops and covering her eyes, he looked at her as if she was naked. "I think you have poison ivy," he said. "What? Poison ivy? I do? Are you sure?" Immediately, she started scratching an imaginary itch. "Where?" "On your arms, your legs, and your chest. It's everywhere," he said gently lifting her sundress higher to expose more of her long, shapely legs along with her panties and opening the top of her partially unbuttoned sundress to expose more of her chest. He unbuttoned more of the top of her sundress to expose more of her breasts. Now with her areolas and nipples in plain sight, he stared at his mother's tits. "I have some Calamine lotion in the bathroom. Get it and rub some on me please," she said. Squirting some in his hands, every day, three times a day, Joey took his sweet time massaging his mother's arms, shoulders, legs, and the top of her chest while imagining touching her in other places than just her arms, shoulders, legs, and the top of her chest. Then, he said what he's been wanting to say from the first day that he told her that she had poison ivy. He said what he's been wanting to say since that fateful day when she removed her sundress that was caught on a nail on the ladder. "The poison ivy is getting worse mother. I'm going to have to remove your sundress. You have a rash everywhere Mom," he said. Mother's Earth Day Victory Garden "I do? Oh, God," she said scratching herself everywhere. "Okay but close your eyes. I mean it Joey. Don't look. I'm not wearing a bra and I don't want you ogling my tits," she said sitting up in bed to remove her sundress and covering her naked tits with her hands and forearms. Obviously she was unaware that he had been ogling her tits for the past week. "How bad is it?" "It's pretty bad Mom," he said. "It's all over your chest and stomach." There was a long pause before she spoke again. "Do I have it on my breasts?" "I don't know with my eyes closed. I can't tell," he said lying that his eyes were closed while staring at her tits. "I'd have to look at your breasts to tell you if you have poison ivy on your breasts." "Oh God. Okay open your eyes but only for a moment, just long enough to see if I have a rash on my breasts before closing them again. I meant it Joey. I don't want you ogling my tits," said Christine lowering her arms and removing her hands from her tits. "A son, unless he's a suckling baby, should never see his mother's naked breasts," she said. As if he was a man dying of thirst or a starving man needing a meal, Joey stared at his mother's naked breasts. Somehow it was more sexually exciting knowing that his mother was aware that he was staring at her naked breasts under the false pretenses of checking her for a rash and for poison ivy. He leered at her areolas and her nipples as if he had never seen a topless woman before. He so wanted to reach out his horny hands to touch her breasts, feel her breasts, and fondle her breasts while fingering her nipples. He so wanted to lean down and suck her nipples, while reaching between her legs to finger her pussy through her panty. "From what I can see of them, you do have poison ivy on your breasts," he said. Immediately she covered her breasts again with her forearms and hands. "Are your eyes closed?" "Yes," he said lying. "Oh, God, the only thing that spares me the embarrassment is that I can't see you ogling me," she said. "I'm so embarrassed knowing that you're staring at my tits," she said reaching her hand out to feel the head of his cock. "Liar! You're eyes weren't closed. You have an erection," she said. "Mom? You just grabbed my cock through my bathing suit," he said. "And you just ogled my tits. I call that fair," she said with justified anger. "Now close your eyes so that you can rub lotion on my breasts. Joey liked her sense of logic. He'd be willing for her to feel his cock anytime, so long as he could ogle and feel her tits. He couldn't believe that his mother gave him permission to touch and feel her breasts albeit under the guise of rubbing Calamine lotion, actually body wash, on her breasts for the poison ivy she didn't have. "I have my eyes closed mother," he said. "Go ahead then. Rub lotion on my breasts but please be careful of my nipples," she said. "Please, whatever you do, don't touch my nipples. I mean it Joey. Don't touch my nipples." "Be careful of your nipples? Why? Why can't I touch your nipples?" "Having you touch my nipples is more sexual than medical. My nipples are my erogenous zone. I easily get sexually aroused when my nipples are touched and fingered," she said. "I don't want you fingering my nipples." "Don't worry Mom. I'll be respectful," he said rolling his eyes while repositioning his hardening cock in his bathing suit. "I mean it Joey. I don't want you fondling my breasts and I certainly don't want you fingering my nipples. Please be respectful of me and of my topless body. I'm your mother after all. As if I'm a burn victim and you're my male nurse, I just want you to rub the lotion on them. Okay?" "Okay Mom," he said excited about fingering his mother's nipples. She moved her hands away from her breasts for Joey to rub what she thought was Calamine lotion all over her tits. As soon as she moved her hands away, Joey rubbed body wash on his mother's breasts. Gently, lightly, and ever so slowly, he felt his mother's breasts and fondled his mother's breasts on the pretense of rubbing Calamine lotion on her. Then, disobeying her expressed wishes, as if he was a groper in a dark alleyway, he fingered her nipples with both hands. "Joey! Don't," she said pulling away from him and covering her tits with her hands. "Oh, my God! What the Hell are you doing? I expressly asked you not to touch my nipples. I'm sure my nipples don't have poison ivy," she said with as much anger as she showed sexual excitement when her nipples immediately became hard and erect. "I just wanted to see your reaction to my touching your nipples. Actually, to be honest Mom, I just wanted to see how big your nipples grew," he said staring at her nipples immediately growing hard. "Wow, Mom. You're nipples are huge," he said while watching them grow bigger and harder as soon as she removed her hands from her breasts. "I thought your eyes were closed," she said with a nervous laugh. "I'm so very embarrassed, so very embarrassed. If it wasn't bad enough that you're staring at my tits, I can't believe you fingered my nipples. How dare you?" "To be honest Mom, I wouldn't miss this sight of you laying here topless for the world," he said with a dirty laugh. "Even more than you ogling my tits, I can't believe that you fingered my nipples. I can't believe you purposely disrespected me in that way," she said pausing as if unsure if she should say what she said next. "Perhaps being that it's been such a long time since a man has touched me in that sexual way, I can't believe that I'm sexually aroused. Yet, that doesn't make it okay Joey that you fingered my nipples. It's wrong for you to touch me, your mother, like that." Not hearing the rest of her lecture, dismissing her scolding, Joey only heard the part about her being sexually aroused. "Sexually aroused? You are?" Was his mother finally as sexually excited as he was? "Of course I am. Just because I'm your mother Joey doesn't mean that I'm not human," she said. "My nipples have always been my key to my sexual arousal," she confessed. "Are you really sexually aroused just by me fingering your nipples?" Joey couldn't believe how easy it was to sexually excite his mother. If he had known that before, he would have stuck his horny hand down her sundress and fingered her nipples long ago. "Lemme see," said Joey reaching his horny hand down between her legs. He felt his mother's pussy through her panties. "Joey! What are you? Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind? How dare you touch me in that sexual way? Don't ever do that again. Please! Never touch me there. Oh my God," she said. "Oh my God. I can't believe you groped my pussy through my panty." "I just wanted to see if you were wet Mom," he said. Not stopping there, he reached his horny hands to her breasts to finger her nipples again. "Joey, no. Please don't. Please, I beg you, you mustn't do that. You're getting me all wet," she said turning red and covering her breasts with her hands again. "This is so very wrong, so very wrong." Obviously giving way to having her tits felt, her nipples fingered, and her tits ogled by her son, she relented and put her arms down by her sides and when she did her right hand was nearly in contact, only inches away from his erection. As soon as she put her arms by her side, Joey continued fingering her nipples. "Oh, my God, Joey, you're making me hot," she said rubbing her thighs together as if she was a grasshopper. "I can't believe you're doing this to me. This is so wrong, so very wrong." Knowing his mother's hand was right there within mere inches of his erect cock, as if he was a groper on a subway rubbing his cock against a strange women, Joey rubbed his erection that tented his bathing suit on the back of his mother's hand. When he leaned to rub more lotion on his mother's tits, his bathing suit covered erection slid back and forth against and across the back of his mother's hand. Waiting for her to remove her hand, instead she turned her hand palm up. He so wanted to pull out his cock and fill her hand with his erect prick and testicles. Now, in the way that he continued fingering her nipples, her fingers lightly and ever so gently, in the way that only a mother could, touched his cock through his swimsuit. "You have an erection," she said touching the head of his cock that peeked out of his bathing suit leg with her fingertips. "Why do you have an erection? Did I do that by you seeing my tits, feeling my tits, fondling my breasts, and fingering my nipples?" "Duh? Mom, seriously, you need to ask me that? You're lying in bed wearing nothing but your sheer panties. I'd have to be gay not to have an erection," he said continuing to fondle her tits and finger her nipples as if she was his girlfriend instead of his mother. Instead of just holding the tip and the side of his prick through his bathing suit with her fingertips, he wished she'd reach her hand inside, wrap her fingers around his cock, and stroke him. "Since you're staring at them anyway, please rub more lotion on my tits. They're itchy," she said as Joey immediately obeyed his mother by rubbing lotion all over her breast while paying special attention to her nipples. Feeling her tits while fondling her tits, he had his wicked way with her B cup breasts. Seemingly the larger and harder her nipples grew the more sexually aroused she became. "That feels so better Joey. I don't itch now at all now," she said leaving her fingers in contact with his bathing suit clad cock. "Oh, my God," he said continuing his deception. "What? Tell me. What is it Joey?" * * * * * "You have a bad rash between your legs Mom," he said. "No way!" Immediately, she scratched herself between her legs while Joey stared at yet another flashing show of his mother's white, cotton panties. "I do?" Immediately she started scratching herself between her legs. "Yes," he said. "Sorry but you're going to have to remove your panties too." With just the mention of the words, you're going to have to remove your panties, too, his mother's naked pussy flashed through his mind. Oh, my God, he was about to see a prolonged view of his mother's pussy. Even he couldn't believe his horny audacity. "My panties? No, I can't do that. I can't remove my panties in front of you Joey. I'd be so embarrassed for you to see me naked. God, I'm so itchy," she said continuing to scratch herself between her legs. "I promise not to look Mom," he said lying again. "I promise to advert my stare." "Okay, I'll remove my panties but your eyes better be closed Mister. I mean it Joey. I swear, if you look at my pussy, I'll be pissed Joey. I mean it," she said. "It's one thing for you to see and feel my tits while fingering my nipples but it's quite another thing for you to see and touch my pussy. I'd be so embarrass having you see me naked. A son should never see his mother's naked cunt." Already envisioning his mother's blonde, trimmed pussy, in the way that he fingered her nipples, he couldn't wait to finger her pussy on the pretense that he was rubbing Calamine lotion on her poison ivy. "I promise not to look at you pussy Mom. In the way that I did with your breasts, I promise to avert my eyes," he said. "Okay, I'll do it. I'll remove my panties. Close your eyes Joey. Close them," she said. She inched her panties down her toned stomach as if she was pulling the sheet off a shiny, brand new, Mustang GT sitting on the showroom floor. The only thing that could attract his interest more than seeing a brand, new, Mustang GT was seeing his mother naked. As soon as she removed her panties, already breaking his promise not to look, Joey stared at his mother's cunt. So sexually excited to see his mother naked, he took his sweet time rubbing Calamine lotion on his mother's shapely thighs and in between her legs. With the back and side of his hand rubbing against her blonde, pubic hairs, he watched her quiver. With her legs modestly spread enough for him to rub crème on her, he saw her the pink of her pussy glistening the wetness of his mother's sexual arousal. Just as she confessed to him when he was fingering her nipples that she was sexually aroused, she was wet. Another telltale sign that she was sexually excited was her nipples. Already so erect before, they still remained erect now. If he had the mind to, with her lying their naked and sexually excited, he could easily take sexual advantage of her. He so wanted to lean down to take her nipples in his mouth. He so wanted to cup her naked pussy before finger fucking her naked pussy. He so wanted to strip off his bathing suit and put his erect cock in her hand before sliding his prick across her lips. "Can you roll over Mom so that I can rub some on your back, buttocks, and on the back of your legs?" He watched his mother move to her stomach while exposing her round, firm, shapely ass to him. "Oh, thank you Joey. That feels so much better. You're a good son for not looking," she said. "Oh, oh," he said. * * * * * "What? What now?" "You're not going to believe this Mom?" "What Joey? What is it? Tell me." "I have a rash too?" "You do? Poison ivy is very contagious, you know," she said. "Where?" "Everywhere," he said. "Well, take off your tee shirt and bathing suit and let me put some calamine lotion on you too," she said. Joey stripped himself naked and climbed on his mother's bed as soon as she climbed off her bed. While still naked, she stood in front of her son as if she was fully clothed, Christine rubbed lotion all over her son's arms, shoulders, chest, and legs. Brushing her hands against his standing straight up, naked cock and big, hairy testicles, she avoided touching his cock. "That feels so good Mom," he said moving and angling his body so that his mother's hand came more in contact with his cock again and again. "I bet it does being that you have an erection again," she said laughing. "Sorry Mom," he said. There was a lull in conversation as if Christine was thinking about what to say or what not to say next. "I suppose you have a rash on your cock too?" "Yes, actually I do," he said. He took her by her wrist to move her hand to his cock and when he did, she took her son's hardening prick in her hand and rubbed calamine lotion on that too. "I figured as much," she said. "Suspecting you don't have a rash on your cock and being that I can't see if you do with these bandages over my eyes, I figured you'd say that you have a rash on your cock too just so that I'd rub some lotion there," she said with a dirty laugh. "I do. Honestly, I really do have a rash on my cock," he said. "Well, that's something that you can take care of yourself Mister," she said with a dirty laugh while removing her hand from his prick and handing him the bottle of lotion. "Please Mom. I'd rather have you rub my cock, I mean rub lotion on me," he said. "Okay," she said, "but try not to get too excited. I don't want you creaming my hand while I'm rubbing crème on your cock." Gently and slowly, as if she was giving him a slow hand job, she rubbed lotion on her son's cock. As if she was an Asian masseuse in a shady massage parlor, she cupped, massaged, and rubbed crème on his balls while continuing to slowly stroke his erect cock. As soon as she wrapped her fingers around his stiff prick and squeezed harder while stroking him a little faster, he fingered her nipples again. "Joey," she said breathlessly. "What are you doing?" "I think I miss a spot," he said continuing to pull, turn, and twist her nipples. Encouraged by his mother not scolding him, moving away, nor swatting his hand away, he continued fingering his mother's nipples while she continued rubbing lotion on his cock by stroking his prick. Pulling them, turning them, and twisting them, he made his mother's nipples so erect and so big in hard between his fingers. "How's that Joey?" She continued rubbing lotion on his cock as if she was continuing to give him a slow hand job. "A little faster Mom," he said reaching up to cup his mother's breasts in his hands while fingering her nipples. "Oh, my God, Joey. A little faster? If I stroke your cock any faster, I'll make you cum and if you continue fingering my nipples you'll make me cum too. If you continue fingering my nipples in that way, I'll give you a hand job, I swear I will," she paused in her incestuous hand job and both remained silent before she spoke again. "You say that as if there's something wrong with you giving me a hand job," he said. She silently played with the head of his cock with her fingertips. "Is that what you want? You want me to give you a hand job?" She was excitedly. "You want me to make you cum? Is that what you want Joey? You want Mommy to make you cum?" "Yes, if you don't mind. More than anything Mom. I'd love for you to give me a hand job," he said. "I'd love for you to make me cum." He continued fingering her nipples, while she continued stroking his cock. Then, when he reached his other hand to finger her pussy, she backed away at first. Then, not taking no for an answer, he wrapped her arm around her waist, reached his hand down, and felt her exquisite ass. When she stepped forward, taking that as a yes, he stuck his hand between her legs and fingered her pussy. Inserting his finger inside of her, he rubbed her clit with his other finger while his mother stroked him a little faster. "I like what you're doing to my pussy Joey," she said. "Me too," he said. "I don't mind giving you a hand job, if you don't mind me giving you a hand job," she said. "Thanks Mom," he said leaning his body up to take her nipples in his mouth, first one and then the other. "Oh, my God, Joey. I can't believe you're sucking my tits. You mustn't suck Mommies tits sweetheart," she said complaining about him sucking her nipples when not voicing any complaint with him fingering her pussy. "It's wrong for you to do that but, oh my God, that feels so good. Suck Mommies tits while I stroke your cock Joey," she said putting a motherly hand to the back of his head while running her fingers through his hair. Christine stroked her son harder and faster while Joey sucked and fingered his mother's nipples. "Next I suppose you'll be wanting me to suck you," she said whispering in his ear. "I don't mind, if you don't mind Mom," he said. She paused in her answer while stroking him. "It's been a long time since I felt a hard cock in my hand and even longer since I had a hard prick in my mouth," she said. "Suck me Mom," he said running his finger across her lips. "Suck me." When she took his finger in her mouth and sucked it as if sucking his cock, he knew that his mother would suck him. "I'll suck you, so long as you promise not to cum in my mouth," she said. He couldn't believe that his mother agreed to suck him. It's one thing for his mother to touch his cock and stroke his cock but for his mother to suck his cock is something else entirely. "It's one thing for me to suck you but quite another thing to ejaculate in my mouth," she said as if reading his mind. Using her own logic as her excuse to suck her son, Joey couldn't believe that his MILF of a mother was about to blow him. "I promise not to cum in your mouth Mom," he said. Christine stroked her son's cock faster and harder, before leaning down to take him in her mouth. As soon as she took her son's erect prick in her mouth, Joey put a heavy hand to the back of her head while fingering her nipples with his other hand. She only had to suck him for a minute or two before he exploded his cum in her mouth. Pushing down on her head harder, Joey didn't remove his hand from the back of her head until his mother swallowed all of him.